A/N: I swear they will be longer soon. Just need to get everything up and going. Thank you for all the follows/favs/reviews. I really really appreciate it guys. Xxx
Boromir sat quietly against the large tree trunk near Legolas and sigh, leaning back further into his makeshift seat. However he could not get comfortable, even against the soft leafs and the satin cushions the elves had given them to rest on. Perhaps it wasn't his physical comfort that was making it difficult for him to sleep. It may have been the uneasiness he felt in the Golden Wood; the feeling that nothing in his mind was private anymore, and that they were as safe here as they would have been in the wilds. He may have been thinking foolishly but he could simply not shake the feeling that something dark was headed his way.
He glanced to his right, where Legolas was sitting with his legs crossed; fletching his arrows and letting the cast off materials fall into his lap. His brow was deep in concentration, though he seemed to be creating his weapons flawlessly. Part of Boromir envied the elves as a race. Their perfection was sickening at times; the looks, the gracefulness, the apparent wisdom. He had yet to see an ugly elf; even the men were beautiful. Did they not have any flaws at all? Was life truly that unfair to humans; giving everything to those damned pointy eared bastards? It seemed so.
Legolas noticed Boromir's staring and gave him a puzzled look out of the corners of his eyes. He did not question him however, and instead turned back to his arrows. Boromir could have kicked himself for letting the elf catch him staring.
There was some deep, melodic humming coming from a tree stump a little further on, where Aragorn was sitting with one knee up, one leg laid down, and a pipe resting on his lips. He was most definitely envious of Aragorn, there was no question about that. The lost heir to Gondor; the gift of longer life; the gift of level headedness. Boromir looked away and turned his gaze down to the grass beside him, almost growling at himself. If his father could hear his thoughts at that moment...
Of course then there was Gimli, whom Boromir could say he was certainly not envious of. No, if put beside the dwarf, Boromir could say he was content with his life. Who would prefer to be so short?
The hobbits, he could be nothing but happy with. Their continuous energy and pure joy seemed so wonderful in the dark times they were in. And he found himself amazed when he looked across the clearing to see them all passed out. He could not find one flaw with those small little creatures.
His glance towards the hobbits was torn away when a figure began descending from one of the wooden spiral stairs. Although could not see the face, he knew from the way they walked that it was an elf; a female elf. When her features appeared, he noticed her lips transform into a smile, and her eyes were trained on Legolas; who was blissfully unaware of what approached him. Unable to hold in his curiousity any longer, Boromir poked the archer in the shoulder and leaned towards him.
"Say, Legolas. Who is that she-elf that comes towards us? She looks as if she knows you well."
Legolas' eyes drifted up to see who Boromir was speaking about, and the Gondorian swore the elf's ears almost rose up with excitment. Forgetting his hours work, Legolas let his feathers and arrows fall from his lap as he bolted up from the ground and made his way towards the other elf. Boromir watched as he pulled her into a tight hug, almost aggressively, and then laughing came from Legolas. It was a rare occasion to see him laugh. The whole commotion gained Aragorn's attention, who also pushed himself up off the grass, dropping his pipe in the process, and tore the woman away from Legolas' arms so he could hug her in his own.
Boromir rose an eyebrow as he watched them greet their friend in elvish, and finally decided to stand up and introduce himself to the mystery lady.
"It is so good to see you, Alassiel. Tis a brighter day already."
Boromir felt irritation build up in him as Aragorn spoke the elvish words to the woman. He did not like being unaware of what was being spoken. He would make a terrible deaf man.
They finally noticed his presence and both Aragorn and Legolas stood aside to let the elf come into Boromir's full view. There was something about her. Something familiar. And now that he could see both her and Legolas standing side by side, he knew why. She looked like him. Really looked like him. It was the cheek bones and the eyes. She did however, have her blonde locks fashioned in a more feminine manner; some of the braids that Legolas was fond wearing, and also had the upper layer pulled back. The rest of her hair fell over her shoulders, as did Legolas'. He hoped they were related; the thought of elves all looking the same would probably sound more offensive out loud.
"Boromir, this is Lady Alassiel of the Woodland Relm. She is Legolas' twin sister."
He let out a breath of relief that he probably shouldn't have, at Aragorn's words. He gave her a polite bow and smiled with a nod.
"And I, am Boromir of Gondor, my lady. It is a pleasure to meet you. We did know that Legolas had such a beautiful sister in his home wood."
"And if you had, it would have been a lie. I am rarely in my homeland, my lord, as I prefer to travel. Tell me, has my brother been tolerable throughout your journey?"
At first, Boromir was slightly taken back by the lady. Her tone was one of a strict healer he had, had when he was young; blunt and harsh. However her words did not connect. It was if it were another being speaking through her voice. He almost forgot to reply while his mind wondered on aimlessly.
"From my eyes, I believe he has. However the orcs of Moria may disagree."
Alassiel turned to look at her brother and rose a brow, smirking as he tried to look elsewhere and innocent.
"For once, I believe it. Your party seem exhausted of all energy. Moria was not a wise route to follow."
"We are aware." Boromir almost jumped at the hissed reply that came from Legolas. "We have lost a companion. T'was Gandalf; Mithrandir."
Alassiel frowned and took a look at Aragorn, who's face had dropped at the mention of his fallen friend. She laid a hand on his shoulder; hoping to provide him with some sort of comfort.
"I am sorry for all your losses. It is of he that we lament tonight, then?"
"Yes, " was all Aragorn had to offer as a reply, his face still solemn. Then, there was the sound of grunting behind them.
"What is going on out here that warrents such noise?! Aragorn, who is this fair-"
Then Gimli saw Alassiel's face and features.
"Oh-ho, how strong is that elven wine, laddie? I'm seein' double."
Aragorn chuckled at the dwarf and let a smile stretch across his lips and his eyes meet the she-elf's.
"Your eyes do not trick you, master dwarf. That is Lady Alassiel, Legolas' twin sister."
The dwarf's eyes widened comically.
"Two of 'em? Two of em?! Oh no, this is too much for being sober. I will be off to bed. Wake me in the morning when this is all but a dream."
For the first time, Boromir saw pure, raw emotion fill Alassiel's face, and it was confusion. She watched, puzzled, as the dwarf stumbled away, grumbling as he went. Boromir turned back to her.
"I believe you have frightened him, my lady."