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, then I'm not stopping you. However, I also like reviews. *smile smile*
Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR. Wish I did, but alas. NO. No disrespect intended.
A/N: Well, I know how much my dear friend Child of Insanity just LOVES Legolas/Boromir slash, I will dedicate this chapter to her. MWAHAHAHA CoI, eat your heart out!
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BETWEEN COMRADES: Chapter 2
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"Legolas?"
The Elf groaned slightly as rough hands shook him.
"Legolas? Can you hear me?"
Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, could hear just fine, and proceeded to tell the Steward of Gondor in just as many words.
Boromir laughed, slightly, his tension easing away. He was relieved that Legolas was alright, although he could not have explained why. Other than the fact that the Elf was a vital part of the Fellowship, there were other reasons for Boromir's concern.
"Boromir." Aragorn's deep voice called out. "Give him something to drink."
Boromir nodded, and pulled his water-skin off his belt. "Here, Legolas. Drink this." He passed the skin to the Elf, who took it grudgingly. Legolas glanced at him, out the corner of his eye, as he swallowed a mouthful of the stale water.
Boromir flushed a little. Turning away, he reached into this pack for some of the Elven Lembas bread. Breaking some off, he passed it to Legolas in return for the water-skin.
"How do you feel?" He asked.
Legolas snorted. "Like I've just been hacked at by orcs."
Boromir smirked. "And yet the Elf's sense of humour has not been cut down."
"No. Only his pride." Legolas replied, wryly.
The Gondorian's smirk vanished. "You were outnumbered. It could not be helped."
In spite of this, Legolas knew that the real reason he had gone down was because he had allowed himself to become distracted - something he'd not done since he was a child.
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"How is he doing?" Aragorn asked quietly.
"Physically? He's alright. I think what was hurt most was his pride." Boromir replied gravely.
The Ranger sighed. "That, I don't doubt. Elves live by their pride- and to a Prince, well-" He trailed off, although both Men knew what the end to *that* sentence was.
Aragorn stood up, abruptly. "If I see to the Hobbits, then you'll take first watch?"
Boromir nodded yes and doused the fire. It wouldn't be wise to let any of Saruman's spies find their campsite.
Settling himself back down on the log, he looked up at the open sky. Stars like white fire shone above them, floating on a sea of inky velvet. All this beauty, and yet they waged war. Sighing, he pulled out his knife and drew circles in the dirt. Circles turned into ovals and lines, became arms and legs, hair and eyes. He continued in this trance-like state of drawing until he had finished the sketch.
He gasped when he realised what his sketch had turned out to be.
A picture of a woodland Elf.
This was going to be a long night.
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Well, there's ch.2. Like it, don't like it? Want more B/L? : ) *I do!*
And thanks to all those who left me reviews from Ch.1. V. much appreciated!
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, then I'm not stopping you. However, I also like reviews. *smile smile*
Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR. Wish I did, but alas. NO. No disrespect intended.
A/N: Well, I know how much my dear friend Child of Insanity just LOVES Legolas/Boromir slash, I will dedicate this chapter to her. MWAHAHAHA CoI, eat your heart out!
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BETWEEN COMRADES: Chapter 2
~*~~*~
"Legolas?"
The Elf groaned slightly as rough hands shook him.
"Legolas? Can you hear me?"
Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, could hear just fine, and proceeded to tell the Steward of Gondor in just as many words.
Boromir laughed, slightly, his tension easing away. He was relieved that Legolas was alright, although he could not have explained why. Other than the fact that the Elf was a vital part of the Fellowship, there were other reasons for Boromir's concern.
"Boromir." Aragorn's deep voice called out. "Give him something to drink."
Boromir nodded, and pulled his water-skin off his belt. "Here, Legolas. Drink this." He passed the skin to the Elf, who took it grudgingly. Legolas glanced at him, out the corner of his eye, as he swallowed a mouthful of the stale water.
Boromir flushed a little. Turning away, he reached into this pack for some of the Elven Lembas bread. Breaking some off, he passed it to Legolas in return for the water-skin.
"How do you feel?" He asked.
Legolas snorted. "Like I've just been hacked at by orcs."
Boromir smirked. "And yet the Elf's sense of humour has not been cut down."
"No. Only his pride." Legolas replied, wryly.
The Gondorian's smirk vanished. "You were outnumbered. It could not be helped."
In spite of this, Legolas knew that the real reason he had gone down was because he had allowed himself to become distracted - something he'd not done since he was a child.
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"How is he doing?" Aragorn asked quietly.
"Physically? He's alright. I think what was hurt most was his pride." Boromir replied gravely.
The Ranger sighed. "That, I don't doubt. Elves live by their pride- and to a Prince, well-" He trailed off, although both Men knew what the end to *that* sentence was.
Aragorn stood up, abruptly. "If I see to the Hobbits, then you'll take first watch?"
Boromir nodded yes and doused the fire. It wouldn't be wise to let any of Saruman's spies find their campsite.
Settling himself back down on the log, he looked up at the open sky. Stars like white fire shone above them, floating on a sea of inky velvet. All this beauty, and yet they waged war. Sighing, he pulled out his knife and drew circles in the dirt. Circles turned into ovals and lines, became arms and legs, hair and eyes. He continued in this trance-like state of drawing until he had finished the sketch.
He gasped when he realised what his sketch had turned out to be.
A picture of a woodland Elf.
This was going to be a long night.
~*~~*~
Well, there's ch.2. Like it, don't like it? Want more B/L? : ) *I do!*
And thanks to all those who left me reviews from Ch.1. V. much appreciated!
