Whispers of the Forest (Legolas x Male OC)

The Way Is Shut

Sîrion and Legolas were sitting by a fire in front of the tent the King was allowing them to stay in. Theoden wished for Sîrion to stay by Legolas again, fearing the madness that was supposed to be in Sîrion would become a danger on the eve of battle. It would've frustrated the listener, but a chance to spend more time with the Prince was not something he would push back against. With a twinkle in his eye, Aragorn had told them before he left for his own tent as the sun was beginning to set. The following days were sure to be filled with little sleep. The stars were starting to peek through the sky as twilight took over, and it was taking most of Sîrion's willpower not to have his arms wrapped around Legolas. The pair had agreed to keep their newfound relationship silent, partly to protect themselves from what the soldiers may do if they found out. Though Legolas had not seen the cruelty of man firsthand when it came to such things, he did not wish to experience it. Especially with the soldiers already weary of the listener due to the King's insistence on insanity. They were sat on the same bench; a seat was left between them. They made idle conversation as they looked up into the night. Sîrion did find himself staring at Legolas more than the glittering sky. The fire crackled, sending a burst of hot ash up into the soft breeze. A soldier approached, hesitating to speak as the two elves fell silent to look at him. He swallowed thickly.

"Lord Aragorn wishes for you to come with me, Master elf," The soldier was staring at Sîrion.

The listener glanced at Legolas, sharing a look that silently promised he would be back soon. It was very odd for Aragorn not just to come to get the elf himself. Sîrion stood, following the messenger away from Legolas and weaving through a couple of tents before going to the Kings. Despite the confused expression, he was ushered in and pushed through the flap to find Aragorn sheathing an all too familiar blade. A sword that was broken into pieces the last time he saw it. His eyes widened in shock as they met the rangers, and it only increased as he registered who else was in the tent.

"Elrond?" Sîrion looked back and forth between the two, "The blade, you reforged it?"

The elf lord nodded, "I am glad to see you again, Sîrion."

Sîrion smiled widely.

"Aragorn tells me Sauron has silenced your listening, and Legolas found out about the contract," Elrond raised an eyebrow, "I hope it has not been all bad since you joined the Fellowship."

Sîrion crossed his arms, ignoring the knowing smirk that Aragorn gave.

"It has been just fine. Legolas is still a friend," Sîrion continued, licking his lips at the small lie. Legolas was a friend... just closer now, he supposed... much closer, "I only worry for Frodo and Sam."

Elrond sighed though nodded his agreement, "I have faith in the halflings. They have made it farther than many thought they could." He rolled his shoulders back, standing taller, "I am sending Aragorn through the mountain pass to call upon an army to help with the upcoming battle. I expect with your habit of being reckless and throwing yourself into unnecessarily dangerous situations, you will be joining him."

Sîrion resisted the urge to roll his previously shot shoulder. The wound had healed completely, leaving a pink scar.

"I would argue I put myself in essential situations regardless of the danger involved," Sîrion replied, playfully glaring at the grin on Elrond's face.

"I will take my leave. Be careful. Frodo and Sam will need your support from outside of Mordor more than ever," Elrond pulled his cloak over his head, exiting the tent.

Sîrion moved to follow but was stopped by Aragorn grabbing his arm.

"You do not need to come through the mountain," Aragorn's gaze was hard with determination, "It is a task for me alone."