Title: Sleep Well
Rating: G
Summary: after setting out from Rivendell, one member of the Fellowship watches another's troubled sleep. NOT slash
Author note: it's a little bit of a mystery, and it's suppost to be that one. This is a one chapter thing, there won't be another (unless my wonderful reviewers can come up with something, lol)
Please review! It makes all the difference in the world to an author!
-JF
I wish he would sleep peacefully. He never does.
Perhaps the price of fame. Famous to the one that it's not wise to be famous to. At least when it invades one's dreams.
Oh, I hate to see him suffer, but I say nothing out of pride. What would the others think if I helped him? They would think me weak; feeling sorry for him or maybe even agreeing with him.
That is my biggest fear I think, that they would know that I think he is a good man, that he is right.
So, I do nothing.
He will not know, he will not wake up until tomorrow and even then he will not remember.
They awake and go to him, trying to keep him quiet. I know that it will not work. He cannot hear you, I want to tell them. But my pride will not permit it.
Finally he calms, much to everyone's joy.
One of them approaches me and asks why I do not care. I simply shrug and say that it does not concern me.
But it concerns us all. His troubled dreams prompt him to yell or call out in his sleep. Something that could draw the enemy to us.
The others begin to go back to their places for the night. I hide a smile as the smaller ones curl up again; all four of them making one ball.
I look over at him again, now asleep quietly. I watch him as the others settle down saying that I will take the watch.
Soon they are all asleep again.
I stand from my place and walk slowly, never drifting far from him in case he might call to me. But he will not.
I do not love the man, but I would follow him into battle, to my death. As I think on it, perhaps I do love him, he is my friend.
I kneel beside him. He looks so innocent in sleep. Peaceful now.
My brother always had troubled dreams and maybe that is why I fell almost protective of him at night.
I look up to see that the others are asleep; they are.
I lightly stroke his hair from his face.
"Sleep well…" I whisper.
Again, my pride makes me hesitate, but my love for my friend over powers it.
"…my King."
He stirs slightly and a smile touches his lips.
I stand and start to turn away. I hear him speak softly and I smile.
"Good night, Boromir."
And there you have it. I hope you liked this story, remember it only has one chapter, but if any reviewers can come up with an idea, please tell me and I'll see what I can do! Thanks!
-JF