I have to admit that I was much saddened and shocked by the death of
Boromir when I started on LOTR thru the movie. I'm sure we all don't enjoy
the idea of Boromir dead, so this is my version of what really happened to
Boromir.
This is a sort of prologue, about what happened in Lothlorien.
Please, please, REVIEW, I love them!
Disclaimer: I'm loaning the characters for a while ;-P
The Fellowship trooped into the woods at the edge of the Elven land of Lothlorien. All around were rather dense foliage of thick trees in full leaf., and the ground was covered with green grass. It seemed like a pity even to walk on the grass.
Legolas thought he could distinctly hear some footsteps and cocked his head. Without warning, they were suddenly surrounded by arrows. They were hemmed in by the group of seven golden-haired Elves who aimed their bows at them, ready to shoot.
The Fellowship stopped short and stood stock still. Frodo looked up fearfully at the Elves who loomed above him. Frodo's eyes stopped at a particular Elf, who strongly resembled Legolas. The Elf's keen eyes were fixated on Legolas. The Elf, who seemed to be the leader, raised his hand and the other Elves lowered their bows.
"You have been so careless in your approach that we have heard you from the borders of Moria," The head Elf said with a low laugh, much like Legolas's . "Fear not, we have received word from Rivendell to assist the Fellowship in their perilous quest to destroy the Ruling Ring. I am salogeL, brother of Legolas here. Our Lord and Lady wish to meet you. Follow us."
"salogeL? Since when has Legolas had a brother?" Gimli gasped, his jaw hanging open.
"Legolas and salogeL were born Siamese twins, joined in their butts.(writer's note: Legolas-salogeL…..joined in the 's'ses….geddit?)They were separated and salogeL was brought to Lothlorien while Legolas remained in Mirkwood," Aragorn said. Aragorn had been very close to Elrond and Arwen of Rivendell and through that association had gotten to know the folk of Mirkwood along the way.
"That is why Legolas and salogeL look so alike," Frodo ventured loudly.
"Indeed," Gimli declared rather skeptically. Legolas and salogeL were both looking at each other hesitantly, then they embraced and began to walk off ahead, apparently having forgotten about the rest of the Fellowship. The rest trooped behind them silently.
Soon they approached a very beautiful setting. The tall towering trees were golden, and there were actually a path winding up and up the enormous tree trunk, lighted up by golden lamps, and looked altogether majestic and magnificent. The air was richly laced with the scents of flowers. They trudged up what seemed like endless stairs, reaching a platform by which time they were winded, even the Elves. Legolas and salogeL had been talking in low voices, obviously catching up after all the years they were separated. Lord Celebrate and Lady Galadriel stood up to welcome their guests. Lord Celebrate was a tall elf who exuded an air of power, strength, wisdom; Lady Galadriel was beautiful with long gold tresses, who exuded regality all over, and they were both clad in flowing white garb.
"Welcome, my friends of the Fellowship!" Lord Celebrate said in his rich, warm baritone voice. His eyes traveled over every one of his guests. "Alas! I do not see my good friend Gandalf, who I would like to speak with dearly!"
"He has perished in the depths of Moria, has he not?" Lady Galadriel's shrewd eyes sought the eyes of her guests.
"Bless the poor wizard!" Galaudriel added with deep feeling. "But perhaps it was about time for him to die. He's old enough." They proceeded to have a grand feast to celebrate the Fellowship's arrival. Lord Celebrate was well-known throughout Middle Ice for his generous feasts to celebrate special occasions or to welcome guests, which were only second in stature to Elrond's feasts. Lord Celebrate always seemed to be celebrating anything and everything, and he spared no expense with the quality or quantity of the food, so anybody who was invited were always too eager to come.
There were all kinds of delicacies laid on the tables—mushrooms of all kinds( much to the Hobbits' delight), pastries including the Elves' specialty which was elfins( which actually looked like muffins, though filled with delicious sweet green honey), bird's nest, sharks'fin, a very rare and delicious Elven wine called Qoo which tasted of a sweet grape, and many other succulent dishes, all done very well. Everybody feasted on the food, and Frodo felt his sagging spirits soar as he looked around at the beautiful surroundings and savoured the good food. Though it was nearly always winter in Middle Ice, most parts of Middle Ice generally did support the growth of vegetation, and the icy ground was covered by foliage so that the cold did not seep through to the atmosphere. Lothlorien was one such place. After the grand feast to celebrate the successful arrival of the Fellowship and to welcome the guests, there was merry singing and dancing, which lightened up the atmosphere, and improved the mood of the Company immensely.
The Company soon forgot about their troubles, even Frodo, and immersed themselves totally in enjoying the party all-out.
Unknown to the guests, Lady Galadriel had laced the wine with date- rape drugs (though of course she wasn't going to do anything untoward to her guests), except for Frodo's, as she wished to speak to him alone about the perilous mission, without anybody else knowing. Soon after the feast was ended, the guests retired to bed, feeling extremely sleepy, in the guest chambers.
Frodo was restlessly tossing about in his bed, unable to drift off to sleep though physically he was rather weary, when he heard a voice in his head murmur, " Baggins…". He heard soft footsteps passing by his chamber and the swish of skirts. He clambered out of bed and tripped over something on the floor, crashing heavily, noisily and awkwardly onto the floor. Cursing under his breath, he picked himself up and looked towards Sam, who was sharing the chamber with him. Surprisingly (or rather, not surprisingly, since Sam was well under the effect of the date-rape drug), Sam still lay in a deep slumber, snoring softly. Frodo peeked around the doorway and ahead of him saw the white flowing garments and long, golden tresses of Galadriel as she seemed to float gracefully down the corridor. He tiptoed curiously after her and followed her down a long flight of steps, hearing a voice in his mind speaking his name again. He privately wondered why she didn't trip in the folds of her long white flowing dress. She stopped at a wooden basin in a clearing. Right at the end there was a beautiful waterfall that was tinkling cheerfully.
Galaudriel turned to Frado, holding a silver jug in her hand which she filled with the water from the small waterfall.
"Do you wish to look into The Mirror?" she enquired, as she poured the water into the basin. "You will see what has been, is and will be." Then she stepped away. Frodo stepped warily up to the basin of water and looked into the water, which was clear as crystal. He saw a series of terrible images that disturbed him considerably. Then he saw the Seeing Eye, which glared at him ferociously, and he felt himself starting to be pulled by some invisible force towards the water. He began to tremble with fear. With a cry he tried to resist, but he couldn't stop himself being pulled towards the water. Unexpectedly, he suddenly felt the icy water splash right onto him, startling him considerably, and then he was pulled further and further towards the basin, and then the basin became stuck onto his face!
This is a sort of prologue, about what happened in Lothlorien.
Please, please, REVIEW, I love them!
Disclaimer: I'm loaning the characters for a while ;-P
The Fellowship trooped into the woods at the edge of the Elven land of Lothlorien. All around were rather dense foliage of thick trees in full leaf., and the ground was covered with green grass. It seemed like a pity even to walk on the grass.
Legolas thought he could distinctly hear some footsteps and cocked his head. Without warning, they were suddenly surrounded by arrows. They were hemmed in by the group of seven golden-haired Elves who aimed their bows at them, ready to shoot.
The Fellowship stopped short and stood stock still. Frodo looked up fearfully at the Elves who loomed above him. Frodo's eyes stopped at a particular Elf, who strongly resembled Legolas. The Elf's keen eyes were fixated on Legolas. The Elf, who seemed to be the leader, raised his hand and the other Elves lowered their bows.
"You have been so careless in your approach that we have heard you from the borders of Moria," The head Elf said with a low laugh, much like Legolas's . "Fear not, we have received word from Rivendell to assist the Fellowship in their perilous quest to destroy the Ruling Ring. I am salogeL, brother of Legolas here. Our Lord and Lady wish to meet you. Follow us."
"salogeL? Since when has Legolas had a brother?" Gimli gasped, his jaw hanging open.
"Legolas and salogeL were born Siamese twins, joined in their butts.(writer's note: Legolas-salogeL…..joined in the 's'ses….geddit?)They were separated and salogeL was brought to Lothlorien while Legolas remained in Mirkwood," Aragorn said. Aragorn had been very close to Elrond and Arwen of Rivendell and through that association had gotten to know the folk of Mirkwood along the way.
"That is why Legolas and salogeL look so alike," Frodo ventured loudly.
"Indeed," Gimli declared rather skeptically. Legolas and salogeL were both looking at each other hesitantly, then they embraced and began to walk off ahead, apparently having forgotten about the rest of the Fellowship. The rest trooped behind them silently.
Soon they approached a very beautiful setting. The tall towering trees were golden, and there were actually a path winding up and up the enormous tree trunk, lighted up by golden lamps, and looked altogether majestic and magnificent. The air was richly laced with the scents of flowers. They trudged up what seemed like endless stairs, reaching a platform by which time they were winded, even the Elves. Legolas and salogeL had been talking in low voices, obviously catching up after all the years they were separated. Lord Celebrate and Lady Galadriel stood up to welcome their guests. Lord Celebrate was a tall elf who exuded an air of power, strength, wisdom; Lady Galadriel was beautiful with long gold tresses, who exuded regality all over, and they were both clad in flowing white garb.
"Welcome, my friends of the Fellowship!" Lord Celebrate said in his rich, warm baritone voice. His eyes traveled over every one of his guests. "Alas! I do not see my good friend Gandalf, who I would like to speak with dearly!"
"He has perished in the depths of Moria, has he not?" Lady Galadriel's shrewd eyes sought the eyes of her guests.
"Bless the poor wizard!" Galaudriel added with deep feeling. "But perhaps it was about time for him to die. He's old enough." They proceeded to have a grand feast to celebrate the Fellowship's arrival. Lord Celebrate was well-known throughout Middle Ice for his generous feasts to celebrate special occasions or to welcome guests, which were only second in stature to Elrond's feasts. Lord Celebrate always seemed to be celebrating anything and everything, and he spared no expense with the quality or quantity of the food, so anybody who was invited were always too eager to come.
There were all kinds of delicacies laid on the tables—mushrooms of all kinds( much to the Hobbits' delight), pastries including the Elves' specialty which was elfins( which actually looked like muffins, though filled with delicious sweet green honey), bird's nest, sharks'fin, a very rare and delicious Elven wine called Qoo which tasted of a sweet grape, and many other succulent dishes, all done very well. Everybody feasted on the food, and Frodo felt his sagging spirits soar as he looked around at the beautiful surroundings and savoured the good food. Though it was nearly always winter in Middle Ice, most parts of Middle Ice generally did support the growth of vegetation, and the icy ground was covered by foliage so that the cold did not seep through to the atmosphere. Lothlorien was one such place. After the grand feast to celebrate the successful arrival of the Fellowship and to welcome the guests, there was merry singing and dancing, which lightened up the atmosphere, and improved the mood of the Company immensely.
The Company soon forgot about their troubles, even Frodo, and immersed themselves totally in enjoying the party all-out.
Unknown to the guests, Lady Galadriel had laced the wine with date- rape drugs (though of course she wasn't going to do anything untoward to her guests), except for Frodo's, as she wished to speak to him alone about the perilous mission, without anybody else knowing. Soon after the feast was ended, the guests retired to bed, feeling extremely sleepy, in the guest chambers.
Frodo was restlessly tossing about in his bed, unable to drift off to sleep though physically he was rather weary, when he heard a voice in his head murmur, " Baggins…". He heard soft footsteps passing by his chamber and the swish of skirts. He clambered out of bed and tripped over something on the floor, crashing heavily, noisily and awkwardly onto the floor. Cursing under his breath, he picked himself up and looked towards Sam, who was sharing the chamber with him. Surprisingly (or rather, not surprisingly, since Sam was well under the effect of the date-rape drug), Sam still lay in a deep slumber, snoring softly. Frodo peeked around the doorway and ahead of him saw the white flowing garments and long, golden tresses of Galadriel as she seemed to float gracefully down the corridor. He tiptoed curiously after her and followed her down a long flight of steps, hearing a voice in his mind speaking his name again. He privately wondered why she didn't trip in the folds of her long white flowing dress. She stopped at a wooden basin in a clearing. Right at the end there was a beautiful waterfall that was tinkling cheerfully.
Galaudriel turned to Frado, holding a silver jug in her hand which she filled with the water from the small waterfall.
"Do you wish to look into The Mirror?" she enquired, as she poured the water into the basin. "You will see what has been, is and will be." Then she stepped away. Frodo stepped warily up to the basin of water and looked into the water, which was clear as crystal. He saw a series of terrible images that disturbed him considerably. Then he saw the Seeing Eye, which glared at him ferociously, and he felt himself starting to be pulled by some invisible force towards the water. He began to tremble with fear. With a cry he tried to resist, but he couldn't stop himself being pulled towards the water. Unexpectedly, he suddenly felt the icy water splash right onto him, startling him considerably, and then he was pulled further and further towards the basin, and then the basin became stuck onto his face!