*Note: This is the revised edition of my original one. Basically all that
changes is a couple errors in the tense (switching back in forth between
present and past tense) and a couple errors with the way Legolas talks. One
more note: these events take place after Gandalf dies in Moria. If you did
not read the book then you will not completely understand this fanfiction!*
"Fly you fools!" The last words from Gandalf that the Fellowship heard before he plunged deep into the fiery hells of Moria. Although Gandalf's unexpected death was over a day ago, Boromir couldn't get it out of his mind. Although he didn't know the old wizard as well as the other members of the fellowship, he was truly sad to lose such a helping hand.
"If only the ring was given to me, then we wouldn't have had to go through Moria and Gandalf wouldn't have had to died," though Boromir. Ever since he laid eyes on the plain, yet enchanting ring he has desired it. "The life of an entire world should not rest in the hands of a halfling! But what am I to do? The council gave him the ring."
Just then Aragron interrupted his thoughts of the ring. "We must be going now, for darkness is soon and we'll need some place to hide." With sounds of protest of the tired and saddened Hobbits, the fellowship pressed on. The poor Hobbits, still grieving over Gandalf was getting slower and slower by the day and Legolas, Boromir, and Aragron carried them most of the way, but even the strongest men need to put them down. As they travel slowly through the forest, Boromir began to think again.
"The ring should not rest in the hands of a powerless halfling, in fact the ring needs a ruler. A person to bend it to what only he wanted it to do." A sly grin spreads across his face as he thinks of this. He begins plotting a plan, a plan he feels should not fail. "I simply need to tell little Frodo that the ring is far too powerful for such a small halfling like that. I'll tell him I'm doing him a favor, which I am!" He smiles grows greater. Just then a light hand falls on Boromir's shoulders.
"I do not know the customs of men, nor do I pretend to understand them, but that smile cause great wonder" Legolas said softly so that no other member of the Fellowship heard. He stops Boromir and turns him around to see his face.
"What is this smile you talk about? I have not smiled since that dreadful day Gandalf fell into the pits of doom! How can anyone smile?" replied Boromir blankly as he turned away from the elf and begins to walk farther up towards the rest of the fellowship.
"I have yet to see a smile such as that on any other man, I would just like to know what brings on such a smile" Legolas said firmly, but with an elfish gentleness that cannot be denied.
"Shouldn't you be up there and talking with the dwarf or something? Why are you bothering me?" exclaims Boromir, frightened that Legolas may soon figure out his secret, and his plan will become ruins.
"What causes you to become so uneasy, Boromir? " Legolas asks with great curiosity. He waited a moment to see if Boromir would reply, but no luck. "Keep your secrets then, for secrets are kept throughout this fellowship, many in which will never be said. And addressing your question, I noticed you were farther behind the fellowship that usual, so I came back to see how you where doing. I ment no harm, Boromir."
"Well, not really. I'm sorry, the past few days put me on edge. I feel that someone is out there to get me and destroy me and.." But before Boromir was able to finish his sentence, Aragron interrupts.
"Here we are, we shall rest here for the night and tomorrow we'll get an early start for there are many more roads ahead that need crossing," replied Aragron sitting down next to the enormous tree and removing his sword.
Legolas realizing that he was not going to get any information out of Boromir, goes out and searches the area to make sure the fellowship was alone. Boromir takes a breath, he is relieved that Legolas decided to give up trying to get information from him.
"Elves are far to nosy for their good. I felt for sure that Legolas was going to find out my secret. Good thing that Aragron interrupted him, I wouldn't have been able to last much longer," Boromir sighs to himself as he slipped off his blood stained sword and sits next to a beautiful tree and sleeps.
"Fly you fools!" The last words from Gandalf that the Fellowship heard before he plunged deep into the fiery hells of Moria. Although Gandalf's unexpected death was over a day ago, Boromir couldn't get it out of his mind. Although he didn't know the old wizard as well as the other members of the fellowship, he was truly sad to lose such a helping hand.
"If only the ring was given to me, then we wouldn't have had to go through Moria and Gandalf wouldn't have had to died," though Boromir. Ever since he laid eyes on the plain, yet enchanting ring he has desired it. "The life of an entire world should not rest in the hands of a halfling! But what am I to do? The council gave him the ring."
Just then Aragron interrupted his thoughts of the ring. "We must be going now, for darkness is soon and we'll need some place to hide." With sounds of protest of the tired and saddened Hobbits, the fellowship pressed on. The poor Hobbits, still grieving over Gandalf was getting slower and slower by the day and Legolas, Boromir, and Aragron carried them most of the way, but even the strongest men need to put them down. As they travel slowly through the forest, Boromir began to think again.
"The ring should not rest in the hands of a powerless halfling, in fact the ring needs a ruler. A person to bend it to what only he wanted it to do." A sly grin spreads across his face as he thinks of this. He begins plotting a plan, a plan he feels should not fail. "I simply need to tell little Frodo that the ring is far too powerful for such a small halfling like that. I'll tell him I'm doing him a favor, which I am!" He smiles grows greater. Just then a light hand falls on Boromir's shoulders.
"I do not know the customs of men, nor do I pretend to understand them, but that smile cause great wonder" Legolas said softly so that no other member of the Fellowship heard. He stops Boromir and turns him around to see his face.
"What is this smile you talk about? I have not smiled since that dreadful day Gandalf fell into the pits of doom! How can anyone smile?" replied Boromir blankly as he turned away from the elf and begins to walk farther up towards the rest of the fellowship.
"I have yet to see a smile such as that on any other man, I would just like to know what brings on such a smile" Legolas said firmly, but with an elfish gentleness that cannot be denied.
"Shouldn't you be up there and talking with the dwarf or something? Why are you bothering me?" exclaims Boromir, frightened that Legolas may soon figure out his secret, and his plan will become ruins.
"What causes you to become so uneasy, Boromir? " Legolas asks with great curiosity. He waited a moment to see if Boromir would reply, but no luck. "Keep your secrets then, for secrets are kept throughout this fellowship, many in which will never be said. And addressing your question, I noticed you were farther behind the fellowship that usual, so I came back to see how you where doing. I ment no harm, Boromir."
"Well, not really. I'm sorry, the past few days put me on edge. I feel that someone is out there to get me and destroy me and.." But before Boromir was able to finish his sentence, Aragron interrupts.
"Here we are, we shall rest here for the night and tomorrow we'll get an early start for there are many more roads ahead that need crossing," replied Aragron sitting down next to the enormous tree and removing his sword.
Legolas realizing that he was not going to get any information out of Boromir, goes out and searches the area to make sure the fellowship was alone. Boromir takes a breath, he is relieved that Legolas decided to give up trying to get information from him.
"Elves are far to nosy for their good. I felt for sure that Legolas was going to find out my secret. Good thing that Aragron interrupted him, I wouldn't have been able to last much longer," Boromir sighs to himself as he slipped off his blood stained sword and sits next to a beautiful tree and sleeps.