I started this story along time ago under the penname nessie1. I have resurrected it, re-written parts of it and am going to continue it.
I know some facts are off, but it is my story and I will bend it to how I want!
Disclaimer: I do not, and will not ever own any of the characters or places or things in this story.
Boromir's Point Of View
It was a beautiful day the fellowship left Rivendell. Boromir sighed as he heaved his shield on to his broad back, and swung the Horn of Gondor over his shoulder; if his instincts were correct, this was going to be a long, arduous journey. His companions had gathered together, discussion their provisions and the path they will travel. He had come to Rivendell at his father's request, not knowing what to expect. Then that ring was brought out…
'Was it a wise notion to join this Fellowship'? Boromir thought to himself as he and his eight companions departed Rivendell.
'Yes,' he decided. If he could help in anyway he could, he would. That was his duty to his people and country. Yet he still felt a tingle of unease in the pit of his stomach. Pushing it aside, he glanced around at his companions; they were a strange, varied lot. There was the ranger, Aragorn whom Boromir was slowly gaining respect for, the four little hobbits, including Frodo- the ring bearer, the dwarf Gimli, the wizard Gandalf the Grey and Legolas, the elf.
Boromir stared at Legolas with interest. He did not know any elves and did not know much about them, except that they are all very beautiful. He thought about this as he looked at the Prince. Legolas's hair was gleaming in the sun, his bright, clear eyes holding a distinct look of caution and wisdom. He was silent yet he did not seem to need to speak; he had a certain air of grace and elegance about him, yet was masculine and strong. Boromir wondered what someone so pure and wise would be thinking about, what secrets did he hold? Compared to the ageless, beautiful elve, Boromir felt insignificant, a mere mortal who's life would pass in the blink of an elves eye.
'Yes, 'Boromir thought to himself, 'elves are a wonder, and a mystery, and Legolas is no exception.'
The company walked all day, talking every now and then to each other, but mostly concentrating on putting in as much distance as they could. Boromir had been conversing with Aragorn and joking with the Hobbits for the most part, and not yet had the chance to speak to Legolas; he wondered what he would possibly say to the Prince. It seemed to Boromir that they were direct opposites. The beautiful elven prince seemed so wise and pure, as if he knew all the forgotten secrets of the world. He was other- wordly, a creature so delicate and yet so strong.
Boromir had never been attracted to men in the slightest, but there was something about Legolas' quiet nature that Boromir found alluring. It wasn't that Legolas was feminine, because he wasn't in the least. For Boromir the elve was such a mystery, so out of his reach that it made him almost desirable. He was not a mortal man like he was used to, he was… Boromir could not place it… he was a bright light that shone down and warmed him to the bone. For the rest of the day Boromir found his eyes travel to Legolas more than anything else.
The sky was starting to get dark when Gandalf finally called a halt. The company gladly threw down their packs and the hobbits slumped to the ground, there little bodies exhausted. They ate a brief cold tea of dried fruit, cheese and smoked ham then curled up in their blankets. Boromir however was not at all tired.
"I will take first watch Gandalf," he told the wizard.
"Very well Boromir, Legolas has volunteered to take the middle shift, so when your time is up you will have to wake him," Gandalf replied.
Boromir felt his stomach clench tightly. He didn't want to admit it but he had grown very intimidated by the elven Prince.