Disclaimer and author notes in chapter two. We did this chapter as an after thought.
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Title: Death Does Not End Love
(Boromir's POV)
Amon Hen
It was lust at first sight. How could it not be? The elf was the most noticeable being at the council. His golden hair. Sky blue eyes. Not one flaw on the elf. He was the closet one could get perfection. His very air and grace gave off the feeling of nobility of birth and spirit.
However, my illusion was shattered the moment he spoke up at the Council. He sure had a temper. Told me that I owed my allegiance to a complete stranger. On the surface, I was completely angry and humiliated. To be dressed down in front of a large gathering by an elf who looked younger than me.
But somewhere far below the surface I think I became more attracted to the real him. He wasn't some vision of perfection anymore. He was real. I even have to admit that I admired the way he showed loyalty to his friend. And wished somewhere in my heart that I could have that same loyalty directed at me one day.
However, my pride and thoughts of my father caused me to avoid him during the rest of my time in Imladris. I had no time for an outside relationship with an elf. My people needed me. And my father would never condone me becoming the lover of a male elf.
But the elf was persistent. He kept following me around Imladris just trying to get me to talk to him. My anger over the council actually faded fairly fast. It was perhaps childish of me to keep up the game of cat and mouse, but I fairly enjoyed it. It felt nice to be pursued.
He cornered me the last night we were in Imladris. He then explained that he unfortunately had a temper and he was such good friends with Aragorn that it was natural for him to defend the ranger. I smiled and told him everything would be okay and felt my heart leap with joy at the light shining back in the elf's eyes. We departed the next day as friends.
Amazing how the whole thing started out with lust, but grew into something more. I felt something tug at my heart every time I saw him doing just the simplest of thing like standing watch and loosing an arrow. He did it with a style and grace completely unmatched among anyone of the race of men.
I fell in love. And it was the happiest time of my life. Unfortunately there was a dark cloud on the horizon.
Isildur's Bane.
The reason I had come to Imladris, to seek an answer to a riddle. The answer was a simple band of gold.
But not so simple because right from the start I could feel it taking me. I wanted to deny it. To say that I was a warrior and would go above all of that sorcery.
The words spoken to me from the ring were words that I would never utter to another in any life. I tried to resist its lure. To simply concentrate on my new found soul mate. But my desperation for my people was my undoing.
I could feel myself giving in more every day.
By the time I reached Lothlorien I was practically already broken. The Lady looked right through me and saw everything.
In one of my weak moments, I confided everything to the elf while in tears. He didn't judge or make any comments. He simple held me and let me cry.
And in the moments that followed we gave into our love and bound our souls to each other.
For the first time since the quest started, the dark was gone and all I could see was light.
But the light did not stay long.
I fell to darkness shortly after and almost didn't come back. Although by the time I came back it was too late. I had already been driven to betray Frodo and the cause of the Fellowship.
But I guess I've atoned for that even if the price is too high.
As I lie on the hills of Amon Hen taking my last breaths and pledging my allegiance to my king I'm not afraid of death.
What I regret is that my love for the elf was cut so perilously short. This ring is indeed a bane if it twists your love for your people into something to suit its own purpose. And ruins any chance I had in my life to be truly happy.
It didn't just ruin my happiness. It ruined the elf's as well.
Father can't think to use the ring for good. There is no good in something so bound to evil.
Thank the Valar I asked my elf to look after Faramir if anything should happen to me. For I think my father has been even deeper into darkness than I and will likely not return.
I was so afraid to have to tell my father about my love, but as I look at his disbelieving look I simply want to shout it to the world.
I don't want to die! I want to have a lifetime with my love.
In my last few moments of life it is my king that is holding me, but I want the elf to come over and kneel beside me as well. I want him beside me.
However, he holds himself back from my dying body with fear in his eyes.
I understand.
He doesn't want to believe. If he comes up and touches me he'll have to admit to himself that I'm actually dying.
I feel tears come to my eyes as I think about my beloved elf. Only my body is dying love.
My soul will live on. The soul that is bound to you, my love.
Even into death, my soul will love you, my Legolas.
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Title: Death Does Not End Love
(Boromir's POV)
Amon Hen
It was lust at first sight. How could it not be? The elf was the most noticeable being at the council. His golden hair. Sky blue eyes. Not one flaw on the elf. He was the closet one could get perfection. His very air and grace gave off the feeling of nobility of birth and spirit.
However, my illusion was shattered the moment he spoke up at the Council. He sure had a temper. Told me that I owed my allegiance to a complete stranger. On the surface, I was completely angry and humiliated. To be dressed down in front of a large gathering by an elf who looked younger than me.
But somewhere far below the surface I think I became more attracted to the real him. He wasn't some vision of perfection anymore. He was real. I even have to admit that I admired the way he showed loyalty to his friend. And wished somewhere in my heart that I could have that same loyalty directed at me one day.
However, my pride and thoughts of my father caused me to avoid him during the rest of my time in Imladris. I had no time for an outside relationship with an elf. My people needed me. And my father would never condone me becoming the lover of a male elf.
But the elf was persistent. He kept following me around Imladris just trying to get me to talk to him. My anger over the council actually faded fairly fast. It was perhaps childish of me to keep up the game of cat and mouse, but I fairly enjoyed it. It felt nice to be pursued.
He cornered me the last night we were in Imladris. He then explained that he unfortunately had a temper and he was such good friends with Aragorn that it was natural for him to defend the ranger. I smiled and told him everything would be okay and felt my heart leap with joy at the light shining back in the elf's eyes. We departed the next day as friends.
Amazing how the whole thing started out with lust, but grew into something more. I felt something tug at my heart every time I saw him doing just the simplest of thing like standing watch and loosing an arrow. He did it with a style and grace completely unmatched among anyone of the race of men.
I fell in love. And it was the happiest time of my life. Unfortunately there was a dark cloud on the horizon.
Isildur's Bane.
The reason I had come to Imladris, to seek an answer to a riddle. The answer was a simple band of gold.
But not so simple because right from the start I could feel it taking me. I wanted to deny it. To say that I was a warrior and would go above all of that sorcery.
The words spoken to me from the ring were words that I would never utter to another in any life. I tried to resist its lure. To simply concentrate on my new found soul mate. But my desperation for my people was my undoing.
I could feel myself giving in more every day.
By the time I reached Lothlorien I was practically already broken. The Lady looked right through me and saw everything.
In one of my weak moments, I confided everything to the elf while in tears. He didn't judge or make any comments. He simple held me and let me cry.
And in the moments that followed we gave into our love and bound our souls to each other.
For the first time since the quest started, the dark was gone and all I could see was light.
But the light did not stay long.
I fell to darkness shortly after and almost didn't come back. Although by the time I came back it was too late. I had already been driven to betray Frodo and the cause of the Fellowship.
But I guess I've atoned for that even if the price is too high.
As I lie on the hills of Amon Hen taking my last breaths and pledging my allegiance to my king I'm not afraid of death.
What I regret is that my love for the elf was cut so perilously short. This ring is indeed a bane if it twists your love for your people into something to suit its own purpose. And ruins any chance I had in my life to be truly happy.
It didn't just ruin my happiness. It ruined the elf's as well.
Father can't think to use the ring for good. There is no good in something so bound to evil.
Thank the Valar I asked my elf to look after Faramir if anything should happen to me. For I think my father has been even deeper into darkness than I and will likely not return.
I was so afraid to have to tell my father about my love, but as I look at his disbelieving look I simply want to shout it to the world.
I don't want to die! I want to have a lifetime with my love.
In my last few moments of life it is my king that is holding me, but I want the elf to come over and kneel beside me as well. I want him beside me.
However, he holds himself back from my dying body with fear in his eyes.
I understand.
He doesn't want to believe. If he comes up and touches me he'll have to admit to himself that I'm actually dying.
I feel tears come to my eyes as I think about my beloved elf. Only my body is dying love.
My soul will live on. The soul that is bound to you, my love.
Even into death, my soul will love you, my Legolas.