Between Comrades
Author: Redwing
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Set in the timelines of FOTR, Legolas has feelings for Boromir that go beyond comradeship. With the threat of a world falling into darkness, what will happen to Fellowship? And Aragorn isn't immune to the Elf's charms, either.Legolas/Boromir, Legolas/Aragorn SLASH! Please R&R.
Warning: This is m/m slash, so if you don't like it, don't read it. Also, I love flames. If you really want to leave me one, please do so.
Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR. Wish I did, but alas. NO. No disrespect intended.
A/N: If you want to archive any of my fics, please email me first and give me a link.
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Legolas fired arrow after arrow at the charging orcs.
//Hey, knock one down and watch em' squirm around// He sang mentally.
He would have sighed, if the situation were not so potentially life threatening. It was the same thing- a new day, a new background, a new band of orcs to slaughter.
The cave troll had brought some respite, however. Plus, it gave Legolas a chance to show off in front of Aragorn and Boromir. The two Men were of particular interest to Legolas, especially Boromir. There was something about the Gondorian that just- intrigued him. And Boromir could be so arrogant at times- but he was a capable fighter, Legolas had to admit. Something about Boromir made Legolas just want to prove himself- not that he needed too, of course, but the Gondorian's view on Elves wasn't that flattering, and Legolas desperately wanted to change that.
He was suddenly aware of Aragorn and Gimli charging into the fray, slashing and hacking at a portion of the orcs. Hell, could that man move! Legolas' attention was diverted to the sword wielding Ranger- he didn't notice an orc two steps behind on his left.
He felt a stinging pain in his left arm, and reached frantically for his knives. Thrusting his right hand out, he whirled sideways to bring the silver knife home in the orc's neck. It screamed and fell to the ground, shuddering. Where that one fell, another swarmed to replace it. Legolas had a fleeting thought that maybe he was outnumbered, in close-quarter fighting. However, the pain in his left arm was making itself known, but fighting with only one knife was near suicidal.
He felt another burning cut, spreading like fire across his ribs, and struck the knife in the gut of the offending orc.
Just when Legolas thought that his world was going to fall in to darkness, uncalled-for help arrived. The Horn of Gondor rang out, and Boromir slashed down opponent after opponent. Aragorn appeared next to Legolas' side, protecting him from the closer foes. Gimli, too, fought, across or behind, the Elf could not tell.
Legolas slumped against Aragorn. He heard the Ranger call out to Boromir, and Boromir's approach. He felt the Steward of Gondor's hands on his shoulders before the world went black.
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To be continued.
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Well, there's my first chapter. Short, I know, but the best I could do in my school library. Like it or no? Continue with more? Please leave a review and let me know!!! (
Author: Redwing
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Set in the timelines of FOTR, Legolas has feelings for Boromir that go beyond comradeship. With the threat of a world falling into darkness, what will happen to Fellowship? And Aragorn isn't immune to the Elf's charms, either.Legolas/Boromir, Legolas/Aragorn SLASH! Please R&R.
Warning: This is m/m slash, so if you don't like it, don't read it. Also, I love flames. If you really want to leave me one, please do so.
Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR. Wish I did, but alas. NO. No disrespect intended.
A/N: If you want to archive any of my fics, please email me first and give me a link.
~*~~*~
Legolas fired arrow after arrow at the charging orcs.
//Hey, knock one down and watch em' squirm around// He sang mentally.
He would have sighed, if the situation were not so potentially life threatening. It was the same thing- a new day, a new background, a new band of orcs to slaughter.
The cave troll had brought some respite, however. Plus, it gave Legolas a chance to show off in front of Aragorn and Boromir. The two Men were of particular interest to Legolas, especially Boromir. There was something about the Gondorian that just- intrigued him. And Boromir could be so arrogant at times- but he was a capable fighter, Legolas had to admit. Something about Boromir made Legolas just want to prove himself- not that he needed too, of course, but the Gondorian's view on Elves wasn't that flattering, and Legolas desperately wanted to change that.
He was suddenly aware of Aragorn and Gimli charging into the fray, slashing and hacking at a portion of the orcs. Hell, could that man move! Legolas' attention was diverted to the sword wielding Ranger- he didn't notice an orc two steps behind on his left.
He felt a stinging pain in his left arm, and reached frantically for his knives. Thrusting his right hand out, he whirled sideways to bring the silver knife home in the orc's neck. It screamed and fell to the ground, shuddering. Where that one fell, another swarmed to replace it. Legolas had a fleeting thought that maybe he was outnumbered, in close-quarter fighting. However, the pain in his left arm was making itself known, but fighting with only one knife was near suicidal.
He felt another burning cut, spreading like fire across his ribs, and struck the knife in the gut of the offending orc.
Just when Legolas thought that his world was going to fall in to darkness, uncalled-for help arrived. The Horn of Gondor rang out, and Boromir slashed down opponent after opponent. Aragorn appeared next to Legolas' side, protecting him from the closer foes. Gimli, too, fought, across or behind, the Elf could not tell.
Legolas slumped against Aragorn. He heard the Ranger call out to Boromir, and Boromir's approach. He felt the Steward of Gondor's hands on his shoulders before the world went black.
~*~~*~
To be continued.
~*~~*~
Well, there's my first chapter. Short, I know, but the best I could do in my school library. Like it or no? Continue with more? Please leave a review and let me know!!! (