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Dec. 1st, 2006 10:22 amTitle: The secret garden
Author: Greenleaf
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is fiction. The wonderful elf and human belong to Tolkien. I have no clue if Christmas is known in middle-earth and all of this is made up.
Beta read by: The wonderful, awesome, and lovely
sylvanelfqueen
Warnings: M/M sex, slight hint of MPREG
Feedback: Yes please! Put a gift for me under the Christmas tree by leaving feedback :) honestly I love it more than presents ;)
A/N: This story is dedicated to all the nice people supporting and encouraging me and reading my stories. There will be a short part each day until christmas ;)
Special thanks to:
My mother Thanks for having faith in me, thanks for always helping me out and for letting me live my dreams.
Squeak Thank you for everything. You were the one helping Waking Nightmare out of the cupboard and finally brought me back to my passion: writing. Thank you for your encouragement. You make me go on, honestly *hug* I wouldn’t know what to do without you.

Aragorn felt warmth flooding through his body when he looked at the blue orbs of his lover which sparkled with joy and reminded him of the most beautiful stars. He would do anything to make Legolas smile like he just did. His fair face seemed to glow surrounded by a halo of silver hair. He was the most beautiful thing Aragorn had ever laid eyes upon. They had shared so many years and still every time the Dunedáin looked at his lover he was stunned once again by the ageless beauty.
But it was not only Legolas looks that made him the special and fair person he was. Aragorn often thought to himself that some kind of light seemed to shine within this very special creature. The joyful sparkle in his blue eyes hadn’t changed; it was the same as it had been three years ago. Of course the blue had sometimes been clouded, sadness veiling the stars, tears dampening the shine wanting Aragorn to ease them away. His heart had ached too when the person in his arms cried because grief lay so much heavier upon him than on any human. But the clouds and the darkness vanished every time and now he hoped that they would never come back. The war was over.
With a smile he remembered how it had been two years earlier.
TBC
Author: Greenleaf
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is fiction. The wonderful elf and human belong to Tolkien. I have no clue if Christmas is known in middle-earth and all of this is made up.
Beta read by: The wonderful, awesome, and lovely
Warnings: M/M sex, slight hint of MPREG
Feedback: Yes please! Put a gift for me under the Christmas tree by leaving feedback :) honestly I love it more than presents ;)
A/N: This story is dedicated to all the nice people supporting and encouraging me and reading my stories. There will be a short part each day until christmas ;)
Special thanks to:
My mother Thanks for having faith in me, thanks for always helping me out and for letting me live my dreams.
Squeak Thank you for everything. You were the one helping Waking Nightmare out of the cupboard and finally brought me back to my passion: writing. Thank you for your encouragement. You make me go on, honestly *hug* I wouldn’t know what to do without you.

Aragorn felt warmth flooding through his body when he looked at the blue orbs of his lover which sparkled with joy and reminded him of the most beautiful stars. He would do anything to make Legolas smile like he just did. His fair face seemed to glow surrounded by a halo of silver hair. He was the most beautiful thing Aragorn had ever laid eyes upon. They had shared so many years and still every time the Dunedáin looked at his lover he was stunned once again by the ageless beauty.
But it was not only Legolas looks that made him the special and fair person he was. Aragorn often thought to himself that some kind of light seemed to shine within this very special creature. The joyful sparkle in his blue eyes hadn’t changed; it was the same as it had been three years ago. Of course the blue had sometimes been clouded, sadness veiling the stars, tears dampening the shine wanting Aragorn to ease them away. His heart had ached too when the person in his arms cried because grief lay so much heavier upon him than on any human. But the clouds and the darkness vanished every time and now he hoped that they would never come back. The war was over.
With a smile he remembered how it had been two years earlier.
TBC
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Date: 2006-12-01 01:44 pm (UTC)This bit...
Of course the blue had sometimes been clouded, sadness veiling the stars, tears dampening the shine wanting Aragorn to ease them away.
*happy sigh* Really lovely. I can never get enough of the whole idea of an elf who has seen a thousand and more years turning to a mortal for comfort.
Really looking forward to this 'daily dose'. *hugs*
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Date: 2006-12-01 04:44 pm (UTC)yes i find this idea quite nice too, seeing the elf not as a perfect, fearless being...
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Date: 2006-12-01 04:11 pm (UTC)Great start . . . doesn't matter if they don't celebrate Christmas in middle-earth; we'll do it for them!
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Date: 2006-12-01 04:45 pm (UTC)xx
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Date: 2006-12-02 03:29 pm (UTC)Great banner too.
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