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Summery: He met her in Lothlórien, and he and the elf fell in love. It was all in vain, but for that short moment, he found happiness in a young Elleth. She could never forget the man that stole her heart, and she could never forgive herself for letting him go.

For the Time We Are Given

Isilwen sat in silence upon a small bench next to the river. Her stormy blue eyes ran over the glistening water, over and over again. It felt like something was going to happen, but she didn't know what it was. The young elleth turned her head, her dark brown hair swaying with the motion of her head, as a familiar friend appeared from behind a tree, "Haldir," she spoke calmly. "You are with in the city for once, I am surprised."

The male elf suppressed a laugh when she turned her eyes back to the river, "You are not in the library with your nose in book," he countered, "That is what surprises me."

The elleth stood slowly, her movements as subtle as any elf could make them, "It isn't nice to make fun, my friend. Are you coming or going?"

"Pardon?"

A small smile graced her pink lips, "I meant… Are you just arriving from your duties, are you leaving to attend them?"

"I am leaving to attend them, my lady," he chuckled. "Her Ladyship Galadriel believes that someone is coming."

"Then what I felt was not of consequence," she spoke, mostly to herself.

"And what has the wondering mind of my lady Isilwen been up to?" the elf asked casually.

"It does not matter," Isilwen insisted with a good-natured smile. "Your brothers are waiting."

"So it appears, I hope to see you on my return, my lady," he insisted before he bowed and left her company.

The elleth watched him leave before she took her own leave the from side of the river and walked silently toward Galadriel's quarters. She was one of Galadriel's handmaidens and it was nearly time for her to meet with her queen. She walked as gracefully as any elf should, with no sign of her usual clumsiness. In truth Isilwen was known for being clumsy but after spending several years serving under Galadriel she had managed to find a small amount of her Elvin grace.

Galadriel was with in the room where Isilwen always found her, "My lady," she spoke gently, giving the proper bow.

"Isilwen," the Elvin lady spoke with a kind smile, "it is good to see you. There is much I wish to discuss with you," if possible a sad twinkle passed over Galadriel's usually very mystically blank eyes.

"I am always ready to listen," she answered.

Galadriel nodded and the two took their usual seats, "Something is going to pass soon… You have felt it too it seems. I do not know what this will mean for you, but whatever it is my advice is follow what feels right to you."

At first, Isilwen did not know what to say. She had not expected their conversation to start off on the matters of her own life. The elleth nodded slowly, "Of course my lady…"

"I say this as a friend," Galadriel reminded her. "You my serve me, but you are still my friend…"

She smiled gently and nodded her head once, "I know, and I understand."

XxXxX

It had been a few days later, but she heard the whispers traveling along the city. Haldir had found travelers and that was why he had not returned as soon as he normally would. When she saw the troop walk in, it had surprised her considerably. They were all blindfolded. Two men, four hobbits, a dwarf, and Legolas of Mirkwood. It seemed so long since she had seen the prince she had to stop herself from calling out. To be sure, it was a strange sight to see all of them blindfolded as such.

The elleth quickly shook her head and looked at Rumil as he approached her, "What strange way to bring visitors," Isilwen commented. "Is there a purpose? Or are they prisoners?"

Rumil smiled, almost smugly, "We did not wish to permit the dwarf to know the way to the city and he would not follow unless everyone else was blind folded. Surprisingly, Legolas insisted upon it, if one was to be blinded then the rest were to be as well."

She let a small smile grace her lips. The blindfolds were being removed before they moved up the stairs to Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel's tree. Her eyes locked with a pair of grey eyes for just a moment before she looked down. To her surprise, a blush crept up her neck and onto her cheeks. He was still looking at her when she looked up. It was one of the men. His hair was unkempt and a dirty blond, with a matching stubble of a beard. He seemed sad, almost, but curious of their city at the same time. Until the group began moving, Isilwen couldn't seem to tear her eyes from the man.

"Do not let your foolish emotions get the best of you," Rumil warned, almost darkly. "They will not be staying long."

Isilwen looked at the elf and narrowed her eyes, "You are one to speak such words, when you chase whatever elleth will permit you, Rumil. If your brother, Haldir, knew of your secret wanderings into my friend's bed he would have your head, if not both," before quickly walking off to attend to her chores for the day.

XxXxX

Boromir walked down silently from meeting Galadriel and Celeborn with the rest of the Fellowship. His mind was clouded with such confusion. The Elvin lady had spoken to him of so many things. She said something of hope for his people, and yet darkness. At the same time, the woman… no… His thoughts paused, the beautiful creature that he had seen before they arrived was still on his mind. He knew that the While Lady had seen this and she did not seem surprised by such a revelry.

The Gondorian looked at the place he had been given for his bed and glanced at the sad faces of his companions. There was so much sadness and this place gave him no solace like he wished it would. Boromir did not know when they would depart from this haven but a part of him hoped it would be soon

He turned his head at the sight of Aragorn speaking with the one elf that was on his mind. She had a kind smile on her face as she spoke with him and the Gondorian moved closer, "Estel," he heard her speak, but the rest was in the language of the elves. Suddenly the happiness that was there dropped at how Aragorn had responded.

Finally her eyes turned in the direction he stood and he quickly busied himself with his pack, "My lord?" he heard a soft female voice speak to him.

Boromir turned and found the same Elvin maiden standing in front of him. She barely met his collarbone, but her eyes… Her eyes caught him like they had in their passing earlier, "Yes my lady?" he asked gently.

"Her ladyship has sent me to see if there is anything I can attend to. She said that some of you were wounded," she gave a gentle bow. "I am Isilwen, handmaiden to her Ladyship Galadriel."

"Boromir," he answered with a soft tone, "of Gondor."

"It is an honor of to meet you, my lord," she smiled. Her eyes glanced over his form. "You are hurt," she gently touched his shoulder, "if you will permit me I shall see to your wound."

"I can take care of myself, my lady," Boromir began but was cut off by Aragorn who had touched his shoulder.

"She is an excellent healer. Lady Isilwen will care for you properly," the ranger insisted. "You need the rest, and not tire yourself over your wound."

The Gondorian nodded, "Of course… I think it better I bathe before she tends to me, first."

"Of course, my lord," Isilwen laughed gently. Boromir's heart quickened at the sound of her laugh. "If you will follow me, I will take you to the springs."

Boromir glanced at Aragorn before looking back at the Elvin lady, "Please, lead the way."

Isilwen bowed and led him out of the small courtyard and then through the city. Finally they stopped in front of an archway and she urged him in, "I will wait. When you are done it is best you leave where your wounds are, uncovered."

Boromir nodded his head, "Of course, I will not be long."

"There is no need to hurry my lord," she added. "You have had a trying journey, and the sorrow upon your company is great. Gandalf was a great wizard, and a good friend."

"You knew him?"

"Yes, I did," a small smile crossed her lips for a moment and then it saddened, "he was a great help to me when I was just a young elf. Now please, do not feel rushed by me."

Boromir left her presence and Isilwen let out a breath she did not realize she had kept in. The moment she had seen him, after speaking with Aragorn, or Estel in her case, her heartbeat had quickened, and a feeling with in her had started that she had never felt before. The young elleth was feeling things she never knew she could feel. She remembered back when Arwen had spoken of first meeting Estel. Her friend had said it was a strange feeling at first, but as she grew to know Estel Arwen had found that she was feeling love.

Isilwen shook her head. It couldn't be possible, in her wildest dreams, she never thought her people would approve of such things. The elleth was so deep in thought she did not notice Boromir appearing from the springs, clad only in his trousers, "My lady, if it still within you to tend to me, I am done with my bath."

She turned quickly and nodded, "Of course," before she entered the springs and took a seat at a bench next to a small bed, "Please take a seat, this shouldn't take too long."

Boromir did as he was told and sat on the small bed, waiting for her attendance. Isilwen brought out the small med kit that was in each spring and bathing area. She quickly worked on cleaning out the wound on his shoulder with swift care. Her hands were soft, but nimble and quick.

Her light touches sent shivers up the Gondorian's spine, but he did not let it show in his stature. She placed an Elvin bandage over the first wound and moved to the one on his abdomen. Boromir chuckled slightly at her touch, "Your ticklish," she commented as she continued working on the wound.

"Forgive me," he spoke gently.

Isilwen looked up at him, "My lord, there is no need to apologize," she smiled and finished. Then she moved to the last one that resided on his left shoulder blade. Boromir cleared his throat as he felt her soft hands move along his back. He didn't understand this. He'd had women work on his wounds before but Isilwen… Something about just having her around him, touching him as gently as did, sent shivers through him. An urge took over to turn around just stare at her but he pushed it down and remained as stoic as he could.

"My lord?" her voice fell on his ear like a breeze, "I am done. Once you are fully dressed I'll lead you back."

Boromir nodded and quickly turned to his things. He pulled his cotton shirt over his head and tugged it down. While he finished dressing Isilwen stood, attempting to rid the image of a shirtless Boromir from her mind. The Gondorian turned to her, "Are you ready?"

"Yes, of course," she answered before turning and walking. Boromir walked beside, keeping in stride. When they reached the grounds where the Fellowship was staying Boromir suddenly turned to the elleth.

"I was wondering, my lady, if you would care to give me a tour tomorrow?" Boromir asked.

Isilwen almost froze in her spot, but she quickly recomposed herself, "I would love to, I will come by after lunch tomorrow perhaps? There are tasks I must finish before I am given my own time."

Boromir smiled down at her and nodded, "It will be an honor to spend more time with you," he whispered as he brought her soft delicate hand up to his lips. He placed a tender kiss upon her knuckles, bowed, and returned to his bed.

The elleth blushed slightly and walked from the small grove. A small smile resided upon her lips as she walked toward the tree in which she resided. Her smile fell at the sound of a familiar voice, "I've never seen you quite this happy, old friend."

Isilwen turned to see Haldir sitting up in one of the smaller trees. He quickly bounded down and began to walk with her, "I do not know what you mean, Haldir."

"I have known you for a long time, Isilwen, since you were very young. It has been over two-thousand-years and no man or elf has ever made you radiate in such a way," Haldir pointed out. "It is good to see, but I fear for you."

She paused and looked at him, "Is it wrong for an elf to care for a man in this way?" she asked him gently.

"No, not at all," he assured her, taking her hands into his, "but he is not like Estel. He will not live as long as the ranger will, and I fear his death may be sooner then intended."

Isilwen closed her eyes and shook her head, "Arwen says that love is worth such risk. I may not have as long as she will with Estel but… If it is love that is meant to cross between the two of us then… I will cherish what the Valor will allow."

"If he dies," he whispered, "your heart will break and your light will fade."

"It is what I am willing to risk for such a short happiness," she forced a smile. "Arwen has always said she would rather love and die then to live forever alone."

Haldir pulled his friend into a hug and for a moment wouldn't let go, "In whatever you choose, my dear friend, I will be there for you."

"As always," she smiled. "It is our destiny."

XxXxX

When she arrived in the grove she heard the sound of clashing swords. Off in one of the smaller openings stood Boromir with two of the hobbits. It was obvious he was teaching them the way of the sword. She walked gently toward them and smiled at the three as they play/fought and danced about. A smile spread across Isilwen's face at the sight of them. Legolas appeared next to her and nudged her playfully, "It has been much too long, little one," he spoke to her in Elvish.

Isilwen looked at the Mirkwood Prince and raised an eyebrow, "I was wondering when I would speak with you. It has been much too long."

"Yes it has. But it seems I have lost my chance with such a gem," he joked.

"Why would you say that?"

A knowing smile was across the handsome elf's face, "Boromir asked about you last night during our evening meal. He was curious if there was an elf or man that was courting you, or meant as your betrothed. I jokingly told him that I had hoped that you would accept me but I fear I had lost my chance. He became very quiet and said that you were very kind to him and promised to give him a tour today. I must say, you have certain caught the attention of the Gondorian."

Isilwen did not turn to look at him, even though she wanted to, but that would just prove what she had felt for the Gondorian, "He is a true gentleman. Estel spoke of his bravery during your travels in Moria. Lord Boromir seems troubled, but he seems like a good man."

Legolas glanced down at her then back over at the duel that was occurring, "There is something you are not saying."

Isilwen closed her eyes for a moment, not wishing to answer, "I do not know yet. I haven't even known him for an entire day."

He gently made her look at him, "It's a strange thing, fate and love. I may never find it, but when its there one should never deny their feelings. You know what is there, and you may be afraid, but you have to find the words to tell him before we leave. Estel thinks we will be here for a month. It should give you some time. Cherish the time we are given," he turned to the duel as the three finally stopped. "Boromir!" he called in Westron. "I believe someone is here to give you a tour."

Boromir looked up while wiping sweat from his brow, "Lady Isilwen," he tussled one of the hobbits hair. "May I introduce you to Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took."

"It is an honor to meet you," Isilwen smiled while giving the two hobbits a proper bow. "I hear of few warriors from the Shire, and it is wonderful to finally meet those with such bravery."

Both Hobbits smiled broadly at the comment and Peregrin, or Pippin as she would later find, spoke, "It is wonderful to meet an Elvin lady that has caught the sight of our great Boromir."

Boromir cleared his throat and Isilwen looked at the warrior, "Pippin!" Merry whispered. "You're embarrassing him."

The elleth laughed gently, "Do not fear, I will not tease him for what his wonderful friends say," she looked back at Boromir. "My lord, I believe I owe a tour of this fine city."

"Yes," Boromir nodded, his cheeks were slightly pink from what Pippin had said. "Legolas, would you mind?" he nodded toward the Hobbits.

A mischievous smile crossed over the elf's face, "With pleasure."

XxXxX

She had shown him every interesting part of the city she could think of and now the sun was beginning to set around them. Isilwen found she rather liked his company. He spoke of his father and brother. Some of it was very light-hearted, but other parts were dark and saddening. Boromir listened as she spoke of her parents, who had all ready parted for the undying lands, and of her older brother who resided in Rivendell.

Then their topic turned to current events, to her friendship with Legolas and Aragorn, "How long have you known them?"

"I was friends with Estel—Aragorn's mother," Isilwen explained. "Gilraen the fair. She was a kind woman, but always so sad. She spoke of her love for her husband. I watched Aragorn grow for a time until I returned to see my friend, Arwen. You might have seen her while you were in Rivendell. When he first saw her," a smile rose on her lips as they continued walking. They were now by a river, the light of the slowly fading sun shimmering off of the calm water, "When Aragorn saw Arwen, it was almost like seeing magic. The look in his eyes when he saw her… I envied them, and yet mourned for them at the same time."

"How so?"

She paused for a second then looked at him, "When Arwen binds herself to him she will forsake the immortal life that was given to her. She will die, but out live him. I remember when we spoke about it and I couldn't understand what would compel her to want such a life and then…" Isilwen shook her head. "It all came together when I saw them together last, it all made sense for some strange reason."

Boromir watched her as so many emotions danced across her face, "And Legolas?"

"We grew up together in a sense. There was a time when his father hoped that we would be… joined, meant for one another but no emotion ever occurred," she explained. "Not of that kind. He is like a brother, one I can always call upon when I need a friend the most."

The Gondorian nodded in understanding, "You are lucky to have such friendships. You have lived a long life, I feel young with you."

"And yet," she paused. "I feel like a child when I am near you."

Boromir frowned, "What do you mean? To have seen the things you seen, to have lived in such… In such beauty, I envy that."

"You shouldn't," she smiled at him. "Men can… They can find love anywhere, even in the person not truly meant for them. They can love that person until they die, and feel like life meant something to them. Elves are given one love, one true love, and they can love no other," Isilwen looked at him for a reaction. His brow was furrowed in concentration and did not seem to react right away.

"I have never loved before…" Boromir confessed. "I have had my passing crushes, and fancies, and being a man, the son of the Steward, I have been… tempted and fallen into temptation on a rare occasion but… Never something I can call love."

"I wish to ask you something, and if you do not want to answer, I understand," she spoke, they paused and looked at one another. The elleth took in a deep, almost cleansing, breath. "When Pippin spoke earlier today, he said I had caught your eye… I am curious by what he meant."

Boromir cleared his throat, "Your as blunt as Legolas is."

"If you do not wish to answer, I understand I just—"

"No," he chuckled. "I will answer for… If I do not I will regret it tell the end of my days. When I glanced you for the first time yesterday I was in… Awe that something so beautiful could exist," a small blush resided on Isilwen's face as she stared at him. "Then… When you tended to my wounds… I fought every fiber in my body not to hold you, or tell you that you had ensnared me without doing a thing."

She stared at him, unsure what to say. Her eyes were wide, with almost a childish wonder to his words, "I…" she couldn't speak. It seemed her words had left her tongue and her thoughts were gone.

"I had hoped that maybe," he took a step closer, daring to be bold and slowly pulled her small hands into his large rough ones, "I could learn more about you… And I have and find my feelings for you have grown ten fold since the first time I laid eyes on you. I had hoped that you would return these feelings, or there would be a hope for such a thing."

Isilwen tilted her head up to look at him, "I think we should cherish what time we have, Boromir, for I do not think it will be long. Your stay here is brief."

His eyes almost widened, "You truly?"

"Yes, truly," she laughed. He leaned down and gently kissed her. Her arms wrapped around behind his neck and Boromir pulled her even closer to him.

The two quickly separated when someone cleared their throat just near them, "I hope I am not disturbing anything," a voice chuckled. "My lady Isilwen," Haldir was standing off with a grin on his face, "Lady Galadriel has asked for you presence. I will lead Lord Boromir back to his courtyard."

"Of course," Isilwen spoke. She looked back at Boromir, "I will come see you as soon as I can."

Isilwen looked at Haldir before she passed and muttered in Elvish, "You always pick the worst times to appear."

He just smiled at her in a very knowing way, "Yes, but you have time, and there will be tomorrow, and the day after that. I believe her Lady's words will help you along your new path. You are a child when it comes to this, be wary," Isilwen glanced once more at Boromir before she disappeared. "My Lord Boromir," Haldir smiled, "If you will please follow me."

XxXxX

Galadriel watched as her handmaid did the customary bow to her and gently touched her face, "Something about you has changed," she whispered to her. "I like this light shining within you."

"My Lady?" Isilwen asked. "You are not angry with me?"

"No, not at all," Galadriel smiled. "I am happy for you. In fact the only reason I have called you here is to tell you that if you wish it, until the Fellowship leaves, you are not bound to your duties. I only ask that when I wish to see you, that you will come when called."

"I will always come when called," she insisted. "My lady, I will not abandon my duty, you know this."

The Elvin lady leaned forward and whispered into the elleth's ears, "Cherish the time you are given."

XxXxX

"Something seems different about you Boromir," Pippin commented a week later. Boromir and Isilwen had gotten into a habit of taking walks everyday, and each time Boromir came back he seemed happier. It was a good change to see.

"Lady Isilwen is… something different," Boromir commented.

"She seems to have changed you my friend," Aragorn spoke. "It has been for the better."

A smile crossed Boromir's face, "I want to marry her," he confessed. The entire Fellowship paused. "I wish to be with her for as long as I can… I've decided I will return to Minis Tirith as soon as I am able and tell my father… if she accepts me."

"You've only known the girl a week, lad," Gimli spoke up. "How do you know she is the one for you?"

Boromir laughed gently, "I just… I just know, you know? Its there, in my heart, we were meant to be. If only I had met her sooner I…"

Aragorn looked at the Gondorian then back down at the map he had been studying. Thoughts of their talk the first night they had been there crossed his mind. Yes Boromir had changed, but he feared his hopes for him and Isilwen would bring darkness to his companion. He was jerked from his thoughts when he heard Frodo's voice, "Aragorn?"

"Hm?"

"I was wondering what you thought," Frodo reminded him. "What you thought of his. You are betrothed to one of the Elvin kind."

"It is a tough choice, choosing to forsake your immortality," Aragorn commented. "But if she loves you, she will. An elf can only have on love, and to give it up is death to an elf usually."

Boromir nodded in understanding, "Do you think she will accept?"

"I say give her a little more time," the ranger insisted.

"Right."

XxXxX

"You're very quiet today," Isilwen told him one night on their regular walks. His departure with the rest of the fellowship was starting loom over them. In truth the two only had five more days left together.

"I've had many things on my mind," he explained. Boromir watched as another pair of elves passed them. "Is there a place we could speak in private?"

Isilwen glanced around them before she grabbed Boromir by the hand and led him toward a small empty courtyard. They stopped in side of the yard and she lowered long vines to cover the entrance, "Better?" she asked with an almost child like smile.

Boromir smiled, "Yes, much…"

She took a seat on one of the stone benches that sat next to a small glittering scream, "Please, come sit, I sense there is something you wish to speak to me about."

The Gondorian nodded and sat next to her, "I'm not sure how to do this properly… Isilwen, these last few weeks have been the happiest I have ever been. I never knew I could know such happiness and… If I could have the choice I would never wish to be parted from you ever again," he spoke gently, her hands in his, his thumb gently running along the smooth palm of her left hand. "If you would permit such an act, I would like to ask for your hand in marriage…"

Isilwen's breath caught in her throat as she stared at him. Her heart felt like it had suddenly begun to beat a mile a minute. At first she wasn't sure what to say, and she could see the look of almost disappear in his eyes. She suddenly through her arms around him, "Yes! Of course!" she cried, tears of happiness streaming down her face.

Boromir let out a relieved laugh and held her even closer to him, "Oh, Isilwen, you just made me the happiest man in the world!"

She smiled brightly and looked at him, "I love you Boromir," she confessed.

"As I love you," he murmured before he kissed her gently. Their kisses had been few and rare, but they had been ones that ignited unknown passion in their souls.

Usually she would break the kiss off before it became too intense, but this time she held on. His tongue ran along her lower lip before she allowed him trance. He gracefully explored her mouth with care. She let out a gentle moan at the new feeling rising inside of her.

The Gondorian gently kissed down her chin and onto her neck. Her hands ran along his chest and back, reviling in the feelings she was experiencing. Isilwen's hands un-tucked his shirt and slid up his chest gently, the feeling of his firm chest against her soft hands sending tingles through both of them.

His mouth found hers again and he pulled her even closer. The elleth could feel his hardness through his pants and they suddenly broke apart, "Boromir," she whispered, her eyes were glazed over with want and passion when she looked at him.

"We can stop, we shouldn't be…"

She placed two fingers over his lips and shook her head, "No… We have little time left until your quest begins anew and we do not know when it may end. I wish to spend at least one night with, you love."

Boromir nodded his head, "Then I might suggest we move this where no one can find us."

Isilwen smiled and slowly got up, "Follow me," she whispered.

XxXxX

Isilwen had to force a smile as she placed Boromir's Elvin cape around him. He watched her carefully as she did this. The woman seemed fixed upon the pendent, determined to make it as straight as possible. His heart ached to see his love fighting so hard to keep her composure. After their last few magical nights spent together Boromir as having trouble not sweeping her into his arms to just kiss and hold her one last time before he left.

She took a step back as Lady Galadriel came around, giving each member of the Fellowship a gift. Haldir watched his friend carefully as she kept her calm stoic behavior, but inside he could feel the ache she had. When Galadriel finished giving Boromir her gift to him Isilwen walked back toward him, "I have a gift of my own," she smiled.

Boromir shook his head, "There is no need to give me a gift. Your love is all I could ask for, you know this."

The elleth smiled and forced back a sudden urge to sob, "I know, but I hope that you will cherish it and think of me whenever you see it," she handed him a small velvet sack.

The Gondorian opened it slowly to reveal a silver chain with a small blue four star diamond pendent hanging from it, "I'll never take it off," he whispered. "Oh, I meant to give this to you," he quickly pulled his ring with the Gondorian crest from his finger. "It will do until I can give you a proper ring," he insisted.

Isilwen smiled and forgetting about proper educate when Aragorn called for Boromir, she leaned up and kissed him. Boromir returned the kiss and pulled her to him, never wishing to let go, "Come back to me," she whispered to him, fighting her tears.

"I'll always be with you, no matter what happens," he answered before he turned and got into the boat with Merry and Pippin.

Silent tears began to run down her cheeks as the Fellowship pushed off. Isilwen suddenly ran to the bank and ran along side as the boats floated down the river, "Boromir!" she called loud enough for him to hear. "I love you! I'll love you until time ends! Never forget that!"

"I'll come for you!" he called back. "No matter what happens I will find a way and come for you! Never forget my love for you, I will always love you!"

The elleth stopped next to a tree and put her hand against it as she watched the boats float into the distance. Unwanted tears dripped down her cheeks and she wouldn't let her eyes move from where the small boats and disappeared, "Isilwen," the Lady Galadriel spoke gently making her turn. "Come, I fear you are in need of a friend."

XxXxX

"I'm what?" Isilwen asked as she stared at the White Lady a week after Boromir's departure.

"You're pregnant," Galadriel smiled. "I would expect you to be happy my dear."

"I am, of course I am… I just never thought," she looked away and off in the distance. "When will we know?"

"Only time will tell," Galadriel answered, a true sadness crossing over her features. The Elvin Lady knew what was to pass soon, and it wasn't in her to tell. Isilwen would feel it when it happened.

XxXxX

Boromir stared up at the sky, his thoughts swirling. It was February 26, ten days after they had left Lothlórien. The pain from the arrows had subsided, everything was numb, everything was fading. Aragorn was kneeling next to him. The man who would soon lead his people to the glory they once were, "Tell her I love her," Boromir whispered. "When all is done, find Isilwen and tell her I never stopped thinking about her, that I never stopped loving her…"

"I promise, Boromir," Aragorn spoke, his voice almost breaking. The news of his death would kill the poor elleth.

XxXxX

Isilwen suddenly let out a scream of pain and she clutched her heart. Haldir instantly knelt beside her, "Isilwen?" he whispered urgently.

The elleth was crying, truly crying like he had never seen before, "Haldir," she croaked, the pain inside was almost too much, she wondered if this was what dieing felt like. "He's dead Haldir… Boromir… He's dead…"

The elf's face stiffened, "You have to hold on, Isilwen, for your baby's sake, you have to hold on."

She closed her eyes and wept in her friend's arms, "It hurts so much," she whispered. "I… I thought we had more time…"

Haldir looked at his queen and bowed his head, "How is she?" Celeborn asked, just arriving into the room.

"She only eats when I remind her of the baby," Haldir told him. "I fear…when the baby is born she will lose all will to live."

"We will not know that until the time comes," Galadriel spoke sadly. "Haldir, I have a task for you."

"Yes my lady?"

The calm Elvin Lady looked at her Marchwarden, "Seek out Faramir, Captain of Gondor. Tell him of his future relative. The young man has found the body of his brother, and now it is time that he know that there is still a small part of that great man left. Will you do this for me?"

"Anything my lady."

"If we can… I wish for him to meet her," Galadriel insisted. "I want to save her if I can…"

XxXxX

Lost in the darkness

Hoping for a sign

Instead there's only silence

Can't you hear my screams?

Never stop hoping

Need to know where you are

But one thing's for sure

You're always in my heart

I'll find you somewhere

I'll keep on trying

Until my dying day

I just need to know

Whatever has happened

The truth will free my soul

Lost in the darkness

Tried to find your way home

I want to embrace you

And never let you go

Almost hope you're in heaven

So no one can hurt your soul

Living in agony

Cause I just do not know

Where you are

I'll find you somewhere

I'll keep on trying

Until my dying day

I just need to know

Whatever has happened

The truth will free my soul

Wherever you are

I won't stop searching

Whatever it takes me to know

I'll find you somewhere

I'll keep on trying

Until my dying day

I just need to know

Whatever has happened

The truth will free my soul.

Song: Somewhere

By: Within Temptation

Note: Anyway, first time I've done a one shot before. I was almost tempted to make it smutty, but for some reason decided against it. I never write scenes that like that very well. They usually start out well, but never end well without making it awkward. But let me know what you think, and there will probably be a sequel. I know it ends on a sad note but I wanted to leave it hanging because then I'll have the urge to keep writing on it. This was spur of the moment, wrote it in one setting. The song kind of inspired me a little. Hope you like it!