Whispers of the Forest (Legolas x Male OC)

Aragorn Returns

Authors Note: Hello! First off, I would like to thank everyone who is reading this. The votes have been so nice. Thank you!! Anyways, here's just a warning. The Sindarin elvish used in this is most likely inaccurate. I've been trying to double-check elvish with multiple sites but since it is an incomplete language, there are some words that are probably either fan-made or made from a random person's understanding of the language. Either way, I hope it adds to the story the way I intended it to and y'all don't mind the botched sentences I've tried to throw together. Now, onto the story!

Sîrion was on top of the wall, staring out at the plains. They had just arrived at Helm's Deep moments before and Sîrion slipped away as soon as he could. He offered Legolas to come with him but the Prince decided to follow the king into the main hall, taking Sîrion's bow and quiver to a safe place for the time being. Guards lined the wall, scanning for any danger approaching the fortress. They tended to stay away from Sîrion, pacing further and further away from the elf the longer he stayed. The wind blew softly across his face, foul magic still intertwined with the air. It felt weaker now as the distance between Sîrion and Saruman had increased since the warg ambush. Sîrion inhaled deeply, crossing his legs and turning his palms to face the sky once more. He began to chant, quieter than last time as to not disturb the guards but his voice remained steady and firm. The pressure returned to his chest, slamming into him to stop the spell. Sîrion did not budge, fighting past the intense pressure as it built up. Taking a final deep breath, he said the chant one last time before the wind swirled around him, voices filling his mind.

'Evil! Evil in the air, evil on the move!'

Sîrion greeted the wind, quickly getting to the point as he continued to force away the dark magic. He closed his eyes in concentration to keep said magic away for enough time to get an answer. 'The heir of Gondor is alive. Prepare for battle, listener. Danger is approaching quickly.' Sîrion nodded, mumbled a quick thanks and allowed the evil to silence the wind once more. An instant release of pressure from his chest was felt and the wind seemed to blow softer than before. Sîrion's eyes fluttered open, his heart beating fast and excitement bubbling in his chest. He practically leapt to his feet, sprinting down the stairs and to the main hall. Throwing open the door earned some very startled looks from the men scattered across the room. Sîrion did not care as he ran to the Elven prince, a big smile on his face.

"Legolas! Estel ier kuila!" Sîrion exclaimed, coming to a stop in front of the elf who stood beside Gimli. (Estel is alive!)

Legolas's eyes widened as a smile of disbelief etched its way onto his face.

"Truly?" Legolas asked, grabbing onto Sîrion's left forearm tighter.

Sîrion nodded, smiling even bigger as he saw Legolas's eyes light up.

"Speak a language we can all understand, laddie," Gimli crossed his arms.

Legolas turned to the dwarf, a smile gracing his face. A smile that left Sîrion feeling breathless.

"Aragorn lives!"

Gimli let out a chuckle of disbelief, "Is that so? Well, how is the lad?"

"I do not know much else other than he is alive. The wind was insistent on letting me know of a danger approaching," Sîrion explained, not realizing the King closing in on the group.

"The wind, you say? Do enlighten me on how the wind knows of such things." Theoden's voice cut through the room, silencing any mumble of conversation still going on.

Sîrion's blood ran cold as he turned to face the king. The last time he was in a room full of men and he spoke of his gift, it ended in Sîrion being thrown out with some unpleasant injuries. Injuries that had left very visible scars even to this day. The race of man did not take kindly to things they themselves could not possess, hence why they never believed listener and were convinced it was madness driving the elf.