Prompt | Platonic Friendships

Lord of The Rings

WARNING: some violence. Also bickering. Lots and lots of bickering.

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"This is all your fault," Legolas grumbled hotly as he tugged at his bonds. The stubborn rope only pulled tighter, digging into his pale flesh as he struggled to adjust his hands.

"My fault?" The young man whipped his head around to glare at his elven friend. "Why, pray tell, is this my doing?"

"I used to be respected," Legolas said almost wistfully. "My father tolerated me, my people had nothing against my actions, and I was living quite peacefully in my home until you came along."

Aragorn scowled and opened his mouth to retort before closing it. "I would say the same thing but we both know I got into trouble way before I met you." The heir muttered, blowing his dark hair from his face. "But I did you a favour, my friend, because of me you are far less boring."

Legolas sighed, his youthful face almost looking tired. "I, unfortunately, cannot argue. But I didn't know gaining a personality would mean getting shoved into an orc's trap."

"I did not shove you!" Aragorn exclaimed.

"Well, I certainly did not waltz into it by choice!"

Aragorn quietly said something very unpleasant under his breath, his grey eyes darting around as he searched for a way out. His hands were bound above him, his shoulders sore from hanging for so long. Aragorn tried to ignore the sword that lay tauntingly below him on the forest floor and mentally searched his pockets for any small knives he had hidden.

"I know what you are thinking, pen-channas, and you wouldn't be able to reach it without your hands. Unless you are far more flexible than I give you credit for." Legolas raised an eyebrow at him.

"I don't see you thinking of a plan." Aragorn retorted, his hands wriggling around uselessly.

Legolas was about to say something smart back when he paused, his pointed ears twitching slightly. "Estel," Legolas whispered his name urgently to get his attention. "Someone is coming. A large group. Their footsteps are too heavy to be elves."

"Are they humans?"

Legolas shook his head. "As filthy as humans can be, none growl quite like that."

"Then they're orcs," Aragorn murmured seriously. Legolas watched as the heir switched from a whiny boy to a serious leader. It made a sense of pride grow in his heart as he watched his friend. Despite the direness of their situation, the elf smiles a little.

"What is your plan, mellon nin?" Fire flashed in his pale blue eyes.

Aragorn chuckled, a plan brewing in his mind. "How long can you hold yourself up?"

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"Hold!" The lead orc growled. Black speech rolled off his tongue in deep hisses. The terrible language even made the plants shy away from the horrible creature.

"What is it?" Another orc grumbled in annoyance.

"The trap has been triggered." The leader pointed to the scuffing on the ground. A slow, creepy grin spread across his face, showing off his yellowed teeth. "Maybe we've finally caught some of those dainty little elves." The group jeered behind him, thumping their weapons in unison.

The leader straightened, puffing out his chest as he motioned for them to follow. "I want to be the one to kill the nasty thing." He said warningly. The rest of the orcs nodded in agreement except for one, a little orc called Gun, scowled. He had wanted to kill it.

"You always get to kill the fun stuff, Mobrukk." He complained.

Mobrukk lunged at him suddenly, shoving a blade beneath the smaller warrior's throat. "That," he hissed. "Is because I'm the leader. It would bode well that you remember that."

Gun nodded very quickly.

"Good." Mobrukk cast a questioning look at the rest, daring them to defy him. They all hastily looked away. Without another word, Mobrukk turned and pushed through the bushes. He stopped when he saw the figure dangling from their trap, his dark head hung low.

"Ew! It's a human." Gun wrinkled his nose in disgust. The rest of the orcs grumbled in irritation. They were hoping for something more exciting.

Mobrukk shifted uncomfortably, he could feel the glares on his back so he strutted forward confidently and grabbed the human by its hair. "Weak little creature!" Mobrukk spat, glancing back at his party to see their reaction. "What are you doing on our land?" The rest of the orcs seemed to like his rough approach and nodded appreciatively so Mobrukk shook it for good measure.

"Answer me!"

The human raised its head. Grey eyes staring deep into his own, dirt-covered his face and blood trickled from his bonds but he gave an almost sweet smile as he looked at the orc. "Duck." He murmured in common.

Mobrukk frowned in confusion but before he could register the command two legs pinned his neck in place and twisted, creating a horrible crack. The lead orc fell to the ground with a thump. Legolas swung back, his feet planted against the tree and he grinned with amusement as the rest of the orcs screeched and ran around with disorder.

Gun banged his long knife against his shield, shaking a little as he tried to rally the orcs. "Don't worry! I can fight a tiny little elf!"

Aragorn raised an eyebrow as he skittered forward, only for Legolas to land a good kick to his temple, effectively rendering him unconscious. The knife flew in the air and Legolas caught it with his feet awkwardly, having to use his core muscles to keep it in between his boots. All the orcs froze and stared open-mouthed at their two crumpled companions.

"I suggest you flee, yrch." Legolas growled. "I'm sure all this yelling has alerted the elves of Rivendell. They would not want to see any of you on their land." With a scream, they all ran off, the little group of orcs plundering through the brush chaotically in fear.

"Well done, prissy elf." Aragorn praised him. He said the insult as an endearment and looked fondly to his friend.

Legolas made a face back at him. "You had a good plan, filthy human." With that he pulled his legs up, bending himself in a way that Aragorn could not believe he could do and managed to use the knife to cut his bonds. The knife fell to the ground and Legolas dropped down beside it, gently rubbing at the raw flesh on his wrists.

"Now me." Aragorn swung his legs around to get his attention.

Legolas hummed softly, carefully adjusting his golden braid as he looked up at the ranger. "I don't know..." Legolas said thoughtfully. "Maybe I should leave you up there. It was your fault in the first place and I was the one who got us out."

"You just said it was my plan!" Aragorn yelled, trying to kick at Legolas. The elf stepped back easily.

"All you did was hang there, I did all the work!"

"Legolas." Aragorn practically growled. The elf laughed lightly and stopped teasing for a moment, clinging numbly up the tree to cut away at his friend's rope. Aragorn fell a lot more clumsily, landing awkwardly before falling back on his behind with a thud. The elf snickered.

"Thank you." Aragorn looked at him pointedly and reached to pick up his dropped blade. Legolas slung his bow over his shoulder, carefully clipping in his quiver before looking to the human expectantly.

"At least we weren't injured this time." Aragorn pointed out as he began to walk.

Legolas rolled his eyes. "Your ada will be grateful but once he sees those rope burns I'm sure he'll be telling you his lecture."

Aragorn groaned. "I've heard it a million times! I don't see why he needs to say it after every little thing!"

"Stop getting into trouble and maybe he will stop needing to say it," Legolas replied cheekily. Aragorn swatted at his friend lightly and of course, Legolas dodged without a problem.

"Maybe I should tell your father the real reason why you are late for the festival." Aragorn hummed contemplatively.

Legolas glared at his friend. "You would not dare!"

"Maybe I would!" Aragorn's eyes flashed with mischief and he took off, running swiftly through the trees.

"You know that never works! You cannot outrun an elf with those weak little human legs!" Legolas called, starting after him.

"I can if it's you!" Aragorn laughed.

Legolas huffed, his light footsteps dancing along the forest floor as the two friends chased each other back to Rivendell. Another story under their pocket for them to one day tell to a few certain hobbits and maybe even a dwarf.

NOTE****
Platonic aralas is one of my favourite things. It's just so wholesome and fun! I really hope you liked this one-shot. I know many of you are here for Ninjago so sorry about that. This one-shot also came out one day late but we can just pretend it didn't. 😂

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Here's some lord of the rings vocab:

Pen-channas - Sindarin (the Sindar elves language) for 'idiot'.

Estel - Aragorn's elven name.

Mellon nin - elvish for 'my friend'

Orc - a humanoid monster that is goblin-like but some have stronger bodies and more ogre-ish appearances.

Black speech - the official language of Mordor, the evil realm of the villain Sauron.

yrch - elvish plural for orc.

Ada - father in elvish.

Legolas - The woodland realm elf prince. His name translates to green leaves.

Hobbit - A small humanoid creature with large hairy feet.

Rivendell - a valley where Elrond, an elven king, rules. He is also Aragorn's adoptive father.