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Title: Opening Eyes
Author: onlywhoiam
Rating: G
Summary: Legolas is desperate to reach Estel’s side after they were injured. When he does, two fathers realise the extent of their sons’ friendship. Squint and see slash, if not fluffy friendship!
Disclaimer:: I don’t own Lord of the Rings and am writing for enjoyment only.
AN: Squint and you can see slash. If not, fluffy friendship! Aragorn is around 18, so he doesn’t know about his destiny. Only Elrond does.
Constructive criticism is very welcome.
Opening Eyes
“Ada…”
“No.”
“But Ada…”
“I said no, Legolas. Look at yourself!”
Legolas blinked, but then obediently looked down at his body. The loose tunic he had been fitted with while he was unconscious was of a deep green, soft material. A Mirkwood colour, one his father had likely insisted on him wearing while he was unconscious, rather than grey, brown or another one typical of the Halls of Imladris where they now resided. His crossed legs were hidden beneath a large quilt and the several pillows propped behind his back were completely unnecessary in his opinion. There were also a few bandages peeking out of his shirt.
He looked up. “I fail to see your point.”
The King of Mirkwood sent his son a glare that would have had most advisers running. “My point, Legolas, is quite clear. An orc arrow, which thankfully was not poisoned, shot you and you have also managed to garner quite a few scrapes. Lord Elrond ordered you to stay in bed and stay in bed you shall.”
“Is he with Estel now?” Legolas asked eagerly, leaning forward a little. “Will you tell me his condition?”
Thranduil heaved a great sigh, a rather unkingly thing to do but his stubborn young son was right now testing his patience, unintentionally or not. Why was he so bothered about the human anyway? Yes, they had become fast friends in the past year but right now Legolas should be worrying about himself while the human is cared for elsewhere.
But that is your son, a soft, female voice in Thranduil’s mind reminded him. Sensitive and always putting other’s needs before his own.
Thranduil looked into Legolas’s earnest blue eyes that were still pleading with him to answer and finally relented.
“Yes, Elrond is with him and he has told me that his is well.”
‘“Well’?”
“That is all I was told.”
“Ada, I need to see him - I fell unconscious, leaving him to battle a horde of orcs on his own! I have to see he’s alright.” Legolas swiftly pulled the quilt off him but his feet hadn’t touched the floor when he felt his father’s restraining hand clamp his unharmed shoulder firmly.
“What do you think you are doing?”
The younger elf’s resolute eyes met his. “I am going to my friend.”
“No, you are not.”
“Ada,” his son replied calmly. “I am going with or without your aid, though I would like you to help me.”
Thranduil eyes bore into his stubborn son and softened when he realised he would not back down willingly and without a fight. His heart longed to ask the questions that were at the tip of his tongue – what is it that makes you worry so about this human? Why are you setting yourself up for inevitable pain?
He took Legolas’s arm and gently helped him stand from the bed, wrapping a supporting hand around his waist. Legolas for his part quickly covered his surprise and allowed himself to be guided through the hallway, instructing his father which room was Estel’s. His sore shoulder began to sting, but he determinedly ignored it.
When Thranduil knocked on the door a surprised Elrond answered.
“Legolas! You should be in bed,” he admonished, stepping aside to let them enter. Thranduil quickly steered his son to the large bed where the young human laid under a mountain of covers, looking pale against his mop of dark, unruly hair. When his son was comfortably perched on the spare pillow beside Estel, Thranduil turned to answer his friend.
“My son was rather insistent on seeing your youngest, Elrond, so in order for him to get the rest of mind and body he needs I am allowing him a short visit, if that is alright with you.”
A small frown flickered across Elrond’s face but quickly passed to understanding. “Ah, I should have known,” he mumbled to himself.
Legolas seemed to have not heard any of this, leaning over his unconscious friend and gently brushing a lock of dark hair from the man’s face. He asked Lord Elrond without turning to face him, “What is wrong with him?”
“An orc blade met his side, but he has no infection. He is just resting, Legolas, he will make a full recovery.”
Legolas showed no sign he registered these words. “Estel, wake up,” he whispered, “Come on mellon nin, do it for me. I need to see you are alright.”
“Thank the Valar Glorfindel’s scouting party came across them when they did,” Thranduil said at Elrond’s side at the foot of the bed, exchanging a glance with the elf lord. “Perhaps it was unwise to send our sons alone on that hunting trip.”
“He wakes!” Legolas’s excited voice caught their attention.
Aragorn’s eyes slowly opened, only to be scorched by the harsh light. He moaned, slamming them shut tightly. After hearing soft footsteps the light behind his lids dimmed, allowing him to open them and look blurrily around the room.
The first thing to come into focus was a pale face above his, with a halo of shimmering blond hair and intense blue eyes. “Estel? Are you well?”
Estel took a deep breath and nodded, trying to get his bearings. “Aye-”
/ Aragorn yanked his sword from the dead orc to meet another that roared and charged ruthlessly at him. Their blades clanged and Aragorn danced around the black being, working to get the advantage when finally his prized sword met skull.
“ESTEL!”
Aragorn whirled to be frozen in time, staring at a large projectile flying straight at him, aiming at his heart with deadly precision. He was slammed backwards as the heavy weight crushed his chest and he fell to the ground, yet he quickly opened his eyes to see his best friend Legolas lying on top of him with a jagged black arrow piercing his back shoulder. The young ranger gasped, carefully gathering his unconscious friend in his arms.
Five large orcs formed a tight circle around them. Aragorn glared at them in a fury, moving his friend and standing with his sword poised. He would fight to protect his friend. /
Estel gasped and moved to lean on his elbow so he could see the elf sitting next to him better. “You saved my life,” he said softly.
When Legolas was silent, Elrond asked uncomprehendingly, “What was that, Estel?”
Estel didn’t answer him but continued to look at Legolas with shining silver eyes and a small, grateful smile. “You put yourself in front of the arrow meant for me.”
Legolas smiled back.
“Is this true?” Thranduil demanded, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Legolas shrugged sheepishly, before replying to Estel, “You would have done the same for me.”
Aragorn chuckled but nodded. “Aye, that is true.”
“How do you feel, ion nin?” Elrond asked, walking around the bed to rest a hand on Estel’s forehead.
“Not too bad,” Estel answered, trying to push himself from his elbows to a sitting position with difficulty. A restraining hand stopped this movement, but it was not that of his father.
“Oh no, mellon nin. You are not to get up.”
“You are out of your bed!” Aragorn protested.
“Aye, but I am an elf,” Legolas stressed, “And therefore much more able than a poor human.”
Aragorn grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, “And more arrogant,” but he fell back onto his pillows without argument. He hadn’t really wanted to get up anyway, there was no need since Legolas was here and well and his eyes were starting to feel too heavy for his tired body…
“Rest, Estel,” Elrond instructed from his other side.
Aragorn was unable to resist the strong pull into the sweet darkness of sleep, his head lolling to the side comfortably.
Elrond smiled at his youngest and after giving the prince one last look went to join a puzzled Thranduil.
“I do not understand,” the elven king said in a low tone, but one Legolas could hear if he wished, “Legolas risked his life for him, a mortal?”
Elrond shook his head. “My friend, I must tell you that when Legolas arrived here last summer he and Estel became great friends, faster than I have seen any beings before. Estel is not a mortal to Legolas, he is his best friend.”
Thranduil’s wide eyes were definitely what would be considered an unkingly trait but he did not seem to worry. “I have known Estel for a few weeks now but I have not seen what Legolas must have to warrant this type of loyalty.”
“Legolas is Estel’s best friend too,” Elrond explained softly. “They spoke truly, he would have done the same. When they met their souls immediately talked; they are a pair, and I had forgotten or perhaps I would have had them rest in the healing wards together. When Glorfindel’s warriors arrived they found Estel wounded but still batting to protect his fallen friend.” Elrond paused in thought and chuckled, “Estel is young and Legolas seems to have taken on quite a protector role, not dissimilar to a brother.”
“My Greenleaf?” Thranduil asked in surprise as shook his head in wonderment. “I must open my eyes to this friendship.”
Elrond suddenly smiled fondly and nodded to Thranduil to look to the bed.
He turned to see the sight of their two sons lying fast asleep, their heads turned towards each other in comfort, almost touching with the young elf’s straight light hair intertwining with the young human’s curly dark hair. Ones eyes were glazed open and ones peacefully closed as Legolas’s hand lay protectively on Estel’s heart.
Thranduil smiled, perhaps it wasn’t so hard to see after all.
The End.
AN: Squint and you can see slash. If not, fluffy friendship! Aragorn is around 18, so he doesn’t know about his destiny. Only Elrond does.
Constructive criticism is very welcome.
Opening Eyes
“Ada…”
“No.”
“But Ada…”
“I said no, Legolas. Look at yourself!”
Legolas blinked, but then obediently looked down at his body. The loose tunic he had been fitted with while he was unconscious was of a deep green, soft material. A Mirkwood colour, one his father had likely insisted on him wearing while he was unconscious, rather than grey, brown or another one typical of the Halls of Imladris where they now resided. His crossed legs were hidden beneath a large quilt and the several pillows propped behind his back were completely unnecessary in his opinion. There were also a few bandages peeking out of his shirt.
He looked up. “I fail to see your point.”
The King of Mirkwood sent his son a glare that would have had most advisers running. “My point, Legolas, is quite clear. An orc arrow, which thankfully was not poisoned, shot you and you have also managed to garner quite a few scrapes. Lord Elrond ordered you to stay in bed and stay in bed you shall.”
“Is he with Estel now?” Legolas asked eagerly, leaning forward a little. “Will you tell me his condition?”
Thranduil heaved a great sigh, a rather unkingly thing to do but his stubborn young son was right now testing his patience, unintentionally or not. Why was he so bothered about the human anyway? Yes, they had become fast friends in the past year but right now Legolas should be worrying about himself while the human is cared for elsewhere.
But that is your son, a soft, female voice in Thranduil’s mind reminded him. Sensitive and always putting other’s needs before his own.
Thranduil looked into Legolas’s earnest blue eyes that were still pleading with him to answer and finally relented.
“Yes, Elrond is with him and he has told me that his is well.”
‘“Well’?”
“That is all I was told.”
“Ada, I need to see him - I fell unconscious, leaving him to battle a horde of orcs on his own! I have to see he’s alright.” Legolas swiftly pulled the quilt off him but his feet hadn’t touched the floor when he felt his father’s restraining hand clamp his unharmed shoulder firmly.
“What do you think you are doing?”
The younger elf’s resolute eyes met his. “I am going to my friend.”
“No, you are not.”
“Ada,” his son replied calmly. “I am going with or without your aid, though I would like you to help me.”
Thranduil eyes bore into his stubborn son and softened when he realised he would not back down willingly and without a fight. His heart longed to ask the questions that were at the tip of his tongue – what is it that makes you worry so about this human? Why are you setting yourself up for inevitable pain?
He took Legolas’s arm and gently helped him stand from the bed, wrapping a supporting hand around his waist. Legolas for his part quickly covered his surprise and allowed himself to be guided through the hallway, instructing his father which room was Estel’s. His sore shoulder began to sting, but he determinedly ignored it.
When Thranduil knocked on the door a surprised Elrond answered.
“Legolas! You should be in bed,” he admonished, stepping aside to let them enter. Thranduil quickly steered his son to the large bed where the young human laid under a mountain of covers, looking pale against his mop of dark, unruly hair. When his son was comfortably perched on the spare pillow beside Estel, Thranduil turned to answer his friend.
“My son was rather insistent on seeing your youngest, Elrond, so in order for him to get the rest of mind and body he needs I am allowing him a short visit, if that is alright with you.”
A small frown flickered across Elrond’s face but quickly passed to understanding. “Ah, I should have known,” he mumbled to himself.
Legolas seemed to have not heard any of this, leaning over his unconscious friend and gently brushing a lock of dark hair from the man’s face. He asked Lord Elrond without turning to face him, “What is wrong with him?”
“An orc blade met his side, but he has no infection. He is just resting, Legolas, he will make a full recovery.”
Legolas showed no sign he registered these words. “Estel, wake up,” he whispered, “Come on mellon nin, do it for me. I need to see you are alright.”
“Thank the Valar Glorfindel’s scouting party came across them when they did,” Thranduil said at Elrond’s side at the foot of the bed, exchanging a glance with the elf lord. “Perhaps it was unwise to send our sons alone on that hunting trip.”
“He wakes!” Legolas’s excited voice caught their attention.
Aragorn’s eyes slowly opened, only to be scorched by the harsh light. He moaned, slamming them shut tightly. After hearing soft footsteps the light behind his lids dimmed, allowing him to open them and look blurrily around the room.
The first thing to come into focus was a pale face above his, with a halo of shimmering blond hair and intense blue eyes. “Estel? Are you well?”
Estel took a deep breath and nodded, trying to get his bearings. “Aye-”
/ Aragorn yanked his sword from the dead orc to meet another that roared and charged ruthlessly at him. Their blades clanged and Aragorn danced around the black being, working to get the advantage when finally his prized sword met skull.
“ESTEL!”
Aragorn whirled to be frozen in time, staring at a large projectile flying straight at him, aiming at his heart with deadly precision. He was slammed backwards as the heavy weight crushed his chest and he fell to the ground, yet he quickly opened his eyes to see his best friend Legolas lying on top of him with a jagged black arrow piercing his back shoulder. The young ranger gasped, carefully gathering his unconscious friend in his arms.
Five large orcs formed a tight circle around them. Aragorn glared at them in a fury, moving his friend and standing with his sword poised. He would fight to protect his friend. /
Estel gasped and moved to lean on his elbow so he could see the elf sitting next to him better. “You saved my life,” he said softly.
When Legolas was silent, Elrond asked uncomprehendingly, “What was that, Estel?”
Estel didn’t answer him but continued to look at Legolas with shining silver eyes and a small, grateful smile. “You put yourself in front of the arrow meant for me.”
Legolas smiled back.
“Is this true?” Thranduil demanded, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Legolas shrugged sheepishly, before replying to Estel, “You would have done the same for me.”
Aragorn chuckled but nodded. “Aye, that is true.”
“How do you feel, ion nin?” Elrond asked, walking around the bed to rest a hand on Estel’s forehead.
“Not too bad,” Estel answered, trying to push himself from his elbows to a sitting position with difficulty. A restraining hand stopped this movement, but it was not that of his father.
“Oh no, mellon nin. You are not to get up.”
“You are out of your bed!” Aragorn protested.
“Aye, but I am an elf,” Legolas stressed, “And therefore much more able than a poor human.”
Aragorn grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, “And more arrogant,” but he fell back onto his pillows without argument. He hadn’t really wanted to get up anyway, there was no need since Legolas was here and well and his eyes were starting to feel too heavy for his tired body…
“Rest, Estel,” Elrond instructed from his other side.
Aragorn was unable to resist the strong pull into the sweet darkness of sleep, his head lolling to the side comfortably.
Elrond smiled at his youngest and after giving the prince one last look went to join a puzzled Thranduil.
“I do not understand,” the elven king said in a low tone, but one Legolas could hear if he wished, “Legolas risked his life for him, a mortal?”
Elrond shook his head. “My friend, I must tell you that when Legolas arrived here last summer he and Estel became great friends, faster than I have seen any beings before. Estel is not a mortal to Legolas, he is his best friend.”
Thranduil’s wide eyes were definitely what would be considered an unkingly trait but he did not seem to worry. “I have known Estel for a few weeks now but I have not seen what Legolas must have to warrant this type of loyalty.”
“Legolas is Estel’s best friend too,” Elrond explained softly. “They spoke truly, he would have done the same. When they met their souls immediately talked; they are a pair, and I had forgotten or perhaps I would have had them rest in the healing wards together. When Glorfindel’s warriors arrived they found Estel wounded but still batting to protect his fallen friend.” Elrond paused in thought and chuckled, “Estel is young and Legolas seems to have taken on quite a protector role, not dissimilar to a brother.”
“My Greenleaf?” Thranduil asked in surprise as shook his head in wonderment. “I must open my eyes to this friendship.”
Elrond suddenly smiled fondly and nodded to Thranduil to look to the bed.
He turned to see the sight of their two sons lying fast asleep, their heads turned towards each other in comfort, almost touching with the young elf’s straight light hair intertwining with the young human’s curly dark hair. Ones eyes were glazed open and ones peacefully closed as Legolas’s hand lay protectively on Estel’s heart.
Thranduil smiled, perhaps it wasn’t so hard to see after all.
The End.
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