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AnurielAL
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got a hot chocolate from the services coming home and this idea came to me
i like hot chocolate so he does too i don’t make the rules
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Some Aralas,I am so unhealthy obsessed with them
#jrr tolkien#the fellowship of the ring#legolas#aralas#aragorn#the silmarillion#lord of the rings#aralasweek2023#two towers
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It must have been an angel came down from above 🤍💌🌷🩷
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Legolas as Howl
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The original posture is borrowed from Pinterest
#jrr tolkien#legolas#the fellowship of the ring#the silmarillion#lord of the rings#return of the king#two towers#howls moving castle#howlaslegolas
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Legolas as spider man by me!<3
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Everyone, I have an important announcement to make:
I love Ferius Parfax very, very much. That is all, thank you and goodnight.
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Quick sketch of Legolas on paper :DD
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Wip to Aralas with this trend
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Aurumie as Xie Lian by me
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Have some Russingon you all<3
#jrr tolkien#legolas#the fellowship of the ring#the silmarillion#lotr fanart#russingon#maedhros#fingon
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Wip to Aralas. I need to fix the fact that there wasn't any fanart of them to this scene??
#aralas#the silmarillion#the fellowship of the ring#jrr tolkien#lord of the rings#legolas#aragorn#legolas x aragorn
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The fact that Turgon possibly sees his wife and all three of his siblings die, and also gets his dad's corpse delivered to his doorstep like...this man needs THERAPY
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Legolas always knew, somewhere in the depths of his mind, that one day, Aragorn would be gone. He'd just always thought that that fateful moment would come in a battle, Aragorn on his feet, sword in hand, Legolas fighting beside him.
Or it would come after many long years of a peaceful reign over Gondor, when Aragorn had finally reached the end of his elfblood lengthened lifetime. He'd never, not in his wildest nightmares, thought it would come like this- Aragorn taken by a band of Uruk-hai, Legolas leading the shattered remains of the Fellowship after him, desperately trying to reach him before Sauron or Sauraman could.
He never thought he'd be tracking the band of Uruk-hai down a rocky riverbank, following the trail of shockingly bright and frighteningly large blood spatters that stood out against the charcoal gray of the stones.
Never like this, he thought as he poked through the remains of a campfire, Gimli peering nervously over his shoulder. Aragorn, son of Arathorn, heir of Isildur, did not deserve to die like this.
And if he did, Legolas would destroy the Uruk-hai in his name.
"They've been gone less than a day," he said to Gimli, "We're catching up."
"Can ye see them, with yer elf eyes?" Gimli asked.
Legolas looked. Trees, forest, hills. No sign of Aragorn. No sign of the Uruk-hai. But - there. Movement. A flicker of shadow among the darkness of the woods. He pointed, and Gimli's gaze followed his finger despite the dwarf's knowing that he couldn't see what Legolas did. The two exchanged a look, and then took off running.
Finally, finally, Aragorn was close.
They chased the shadow until dusk, when even Legolas' elf-sight couldn't pick out the shadow among the trees.
They lit a fire. Legolas knew that doing so was probably a bad idea, but he and Gimli were so tired, and they were so damn close and yet so far, and honestly, if the fire attracted the Uruk-hai, well, that was who they were searching for.
But nothing came.
The night was silent, and cold, and dark, and though Legolas hadn't slept with Aragorn's warmth beside him for a long time, the ache in his chest was as fresh as it'd been that first night; a dagger twisting in his gut. It was the same feeling that had struck him the first time his father saw him as Legolas, not the Prince of Mirkwood. It was the same feeling that had clawed its way into his heart the first time he'd been interrupted kissing Aragorn by a man who screamed curses.
Legolas didn't care anymore, who saw. If he got Aragorn back, safely, now, after all this nonsense, he would never let him go again.
With this thought echoing in his mind, he cried himself to sleep.
Gimli pretended not to notice.
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Legolas woke as the sun's rays broke through the thick canopy of branches, and, instinctually, he glanced at the banked embers of the previous night's fire.
They weren't banked embers any more, but crackling flames. A pot was set on a rusty tripod, steam leaking from beneath the lid.
Legolas looked for Gimli. Perhaps he had done this, although it wasn't his style. But the dwarf was still sleeping, rolled in his bedroll.
That meant that someone else was here.
He swept another glance around the clearing.
Footprints led off into the woods. Extracting himself from his blankets, he padded across the clearing to examine the footprints.
He knelt in the dirt and traced the shape of the prints with his fingers, and then he traced them against because it couldn't be right. It couldn't.
He stared at the footprints, numbly, until a hand landed on his shoulder.
"The water'll boil over," Aragorn said, the rough notes of his Sindarin music to Legolas' ears.
Legolas scrambled to his feet, the world spinning around him. It wasn't possible. Aragorn couldn't be here. He was dreaming.
Aragorn's calloused fingers slid over his shoulders, cupping his face, tracing over his cheekbones, tangling in his hair. Legolas returned the favor, skimming his hands over Aragorn's chest before sliding them to his waist and pulling the Ranger into a kiss.
Aragon's lips were chapped and dry, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that he was here. Blessedly, completely here.
Legolas pulled away enough to whisper, "I'm never leaving you again" against Aragorn's lips, letting the words wash over them, a barrier against the cold light of dawn and the shattering of this moment that was sure to come.
Aragorn's hands tightened in his hair.
"Legolas-"
Legolas kissed him again, more fiercely, hotter, deeper, savoring his taste.
He knew it was stupid, to kiss Aragorn here, in the weak daylight, to kiss him like he'd never kissed anyone else. To kiss him like this meant so much more to him than it should.
But it did, and Legolas was done with hiding.
He pulled back far enough to meet Aragorn's eyes.
"I love you," he said, "I don't care who knows."
"I'm going to assume yer speaking whatever nonsense that is because you'd rather I didn't know what yer saying," Gimli said from behind him.
Legolas turned, leaving one of his hands on the small of Aragorn's back. He refused to make his promise empty so soon after they'd been spoken.
"Probably for the better," Gimli continued, shaking his head. "When were you planning on telling me you'd found Aragorn?"
Aragorn smirked.
"We wanted a few minutes first. Hope you don't mind."
Legolas grinned.
"Did we wake you?" he asked innocently.
Gimli rolled his eyes.
"Idiots," he grumbled, "Now explain how you got free of those damned Uruk-hai. We've been tracking you for days!"
Aragorn acquiesced, filling them in on his adventure with the Uruk-hai while they say around the fire, his fingers intertwined with Legolas'.
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Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Aragorn | Estel/Legolas Greenleaf, Aragorn | Estel & Faramir (Son of Denethor II), Aragorn | Estel & Eldarion
Characters: Aragorn | Estel, Legolas Greenleaf, Eldarion (Tolkien), Faramir (Son of Denethor II), Elrond Peredhel
Summary:
Aragorn’s journey with Legolas has come to an end ……………..in middle earth atleast. (I think so)
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