A.N. Hi guys. Thanks for all the lovely comments about the last chapter. Before we begin, I had a guest telling me to do my research because some of my facts were wrong.

Just in case you were thinking something along the same lines, I would like you to know that I was already aware of Elrond's twin brother choosing mortality and that Namo (the vala of death) isn't a skeleton. However, please bear in mind that this is fanfiction and that it isn't supposed to be 100% true to the facts. In case you didn't notice, there was no Rainion or kingdom of the Iron hills in the books or films and yet they feature largely in this fiction.

On the regards of Namo being a skeleton, you could say I've got a bit of a terry prachett adiction, linked mostly to death, which is where the idea came from. As this is all ready a crossover, I saw no harm in taking death from his usual job on the disc world and sticking him in Arda.

I am not having a go at who ever posted the comment and I value your opinion, I would just like you to remember that things get changed in a fanfiction and will not always be true to cannon.

Now that that issue has been addressed, on to the fanfiction.

Chapter 7 -Saving the no good elf

day 56, laer

Rainion kept pace with the rest of the group for once, letting Aras amble forwards at a steady walk, easily keeping pace with Aragorn just in front of Legolas.

Right now, much to his great pleasure, he was being regarded with jealous looks, a welcome respite from the pitying glances he had been regarded with until the duel with Boromir.

This jealousy probably linked into the fact that, whilst he and his elven bodyguards were finding the steady journey upwards as easy as a leisurely stroll, the rest of the fellowship struggled between the heavy burden of their packs and the steep incline of land as they approached the Cadrahas.

This seemed strange to Rainion. He understood that the hobbits struggled because of their size, which made it difficult for them to get over some rocks that others could simply jump over. He also understood that whilst Mithrandir was a wizard, he also happened to be a very old wizard who probably wasn't as agile and resilient as he once was, leaving him to struggle along side the hobbits in areas that required more effort to get past.

Boromir was in to much of a strop to run ahead as he usually did, trailing at the back of the group to reluctantly help the hobbits, as he had ever since Rainion had beaten him and vanquished any hope the man had harboured for the chance to court him.

As a ranger, Aragorn staying near the hobbits to help was understandable, it being clear that the man thought of it as his duty to help those who were having more trouble than he was.

Legolas, however, shouldn't have been at the back. As the only elf of the group who didn't have duties as a bodyguard, he was expected to run ahead and use his sight to scout for danger. At the start of the journey that was what he had done only going to the back of the group when attack from the front was extremely unlikely. Right now though, it would be all to easy for a legion of orcs to ambush them as they passed by, such was the density of the trees and the height of the rocks. Now was the time when they probably needed the elf most, as much as Rainion loathed to admit it, and yet he seemed to be in a daze, leaping automatically when a rock presented itself in their path and stumbling over the smaller pebbles and roots as he blindly followed the rest of them.

It was... worrying.

Growing up in a kingdom that was originally founded by a half elf and being guarded by two of the immortal race, Rainion was no stranger to elves, and every elf he had ever met was similar in that they were always alert, even when asleep when, instead of closing their eyes, they slipped in a sort of trance staring forwards with a blank expression, only closing their eyes if ill or wounded and awakening at the slightest sound out of the norm.

Legolas' current behaviour didn't match what Rainion had come to expect in any way, shape or form.

Surely the attraction the elf felt towards him didn't effect the blonde this badly did it? No one who had ever had feelings towards him before had ever acted like this. It had to be something else. But what?

Annoyingly, he seemed to be the only one who had noticed the strange behaviour. Maybe this behaviour was actually normal for the prince and he just hadn't noticed before thanks to his negative feelings towards the other? But then why would he have noticed now?

The more he thought about it, the more the mysterious behaviour of the elf frustrated him. His frustration was like a raging fire inside his being, lit by the blonde princes actions and fuelled by the meaningful looks the wizard of the group occasionally shot at him.

He shook his head trying to dislodge his annoyance. Why did he care? He shouldn't, he couldn't, not for the blonde haired admirer he had accidentally attracted.

The elf was a fool who didn't deserve to breathe the same air as he. The other prince must have been dropped on his head as an elfling, that was the only way to explain anything to do with him it seemed.

Why else would the immortal waist time on a mortal like him? There was no reason for it, no logical explanation! He had never been kind to the elf, never done anything worthy of admiration. From the awe filled stares you would think he had saved the elf's life.

Bah! The elf had better hope it never came down to a situation where that was necessary. The elf could commit suicide and he wouldn't bat an eye. It would just be one less headache he had to deal with.

He nodded to himself, brushing aside the guilt and unease he felt.

Later that night, he curled up in his bedroll, shooting the elf, who frustrated him so much, one last glance just to check that his eyes were still open and not closed, before allowing the small snores of the hobbits to carry him off to sleep.

Rainion grimaced, his gaze sweeping over the ravaged battlefield before him and taking in the mutilated bodies from both sides with a frown.

Such a needless battle...

He turned his back to the bloody scene, replacing his frown with a small smile as he faced his companions. The smile didn't last long, vanishing seconds later as he noticed how depleted the fellowship was.

When they had left Rivendell, there had been twelve of them including himself: nine to match the ring wraiths, one to clash with Sarumon, another to bear the ring on it's journey to Mount Doom in Mordor and a last to match Sauron, now, however, there were only six. The hobbits, all four of them, Boromir and Mithrandirwere nowhere to be seen. Where were they? Had they fallen in battle somewhere along the way? Or had they split up, allowing one team to act as decoys whilst the others went onto Mordor unchallenged?

Boromir dying was something that didn't really faze him and Gandalf's death would be only slightly worse, the hobbits however, as much as he was loathe to admit it, had managed to worm theirway through the barriers that surrounded his heart and the idea of their small corpses lying, torn asunder, on bloody turf somewhere sent a chill up his spine.

The joyous faces of Legolas, Gimli, Aragorn and his two elven bodyguards suddenly faded out, the grim atmosphere replaced by black for a few seconds before it was replaced by a much more friendly scene.

The polished, chequered, floor of his homes throne room reflected his bewildered face and his body suddenly felt as light as a cloud as the armour he had been wearing in his previous vision was replaced with his normal luxurious robes.

The cheer of a crowd filled his ears and he felt the cold metal of the crown being pressed into his forehead.

This was his coronation.

He rose and turned to face the smiling citizens and members of the fellowship who were standing in orderly rows one either side of the red carpet that ran down the centre of the room.

Aragorn was stood arm in arm with a beautiful she-elf whomhe assumed was Arwen. Next to him, Rainion's heart leapt with relief to see the hobbits grinning up at him, clad in their smartest clothes and not looking to worse for wear, with the exception of Frodo who was unnaturally pale and appeared to be missing a finger. Standing in the row behind them, Gimli grinned at him, having apparently found a crate to stand on, giving him a height advantage over the hobbits. Boromir was still absent, not that he cared. Presumably, the Gondorian was a casualty of the war.

Another Gondorian was standing next to Gimli with Éowyn at his side. Judging by the similarities in appearance he was a brother of some sort or some other relation. Mithrandir watched with a pleased smile on his face, although it seemed to have a slightly sad quality about it and he was putting more weight on his staff, which Rainion absently noted was now white, than he had when they left Rivendell.

Írdir and Lithuinir were standing either side of him, their finest clothes clashing somewhat with the numerous weapons shamelessly displayed on their persons.

Most of the fellowship was present and yet... Legolas was absent. Strange that an elf completely obsessed with him was missing on such a big occasion.

Rainion lurched awake, unable to recall exactly what he had been dreaming of just before he had awoken. He remembered being on a battlefield, looking at the fellowship, then the dream had changed so that he was watching his coronation and then... and then... and then what? He remembered that the dream had changed, only to be followed by an over whelming sense of loss and regret, but he couldn't for the life of him remember what he had been dreaming of that made him feel that way.

Sighing, he twisted around, trying to get comfortable again. Sleeping on the ground was nothing new to him, having done it constantly whenever he went on one of his hunting excursions away from the castle, but now, after that dream, he couldn't seem to get into a position without some rock or stray tree root digging into his back.

He growled and gave up. Perhaps after he got a drink he would be able to get back to sleep.

"Is something wrong?" Rainion jumped, almost dropping the water skin in his hand in his attempt to twist around to face who ever had just addressed him. Somehow he managed to still look graceful throughout all of this and finished turning to face Boromir with only a slight blush on his face to show he had tripped at all.

"No. Why?" The prince was quick to deny that anything had fazed him, let alone something as silly as a dream he couldn't even remember properly.

"You kept crying out and twisting around in your sleep. I thought maybe you had a bad dream and would want to talk about it, it always used to help me." Rainion raised an eyebrow at the reply.

"I didn't think you would be so willing to admit that you've had nightmares. Care to tell me more?" Rainion was interested. The Gondorian before him liked to put on a tough front from what he had could tell, and yet here the man was openly admitting to what could be perceived as a weakness in the eyes of some.

Boromir appeared to think about it, shifting nervously, before nodding slightly and gesturing for Rainion to sit down on a log opposite the stump the man had perched himself on during his watch.

"I have a younger brother, Faramir." Rainion nodded for the man to continue, curious as to what this had to do with anything but remembering the man in his dream who had attended his coronation with Éowyn. "My father has always favoured me and has made it quite obvious that when he dies I shall be the major, if not the sole, benefactor of his will. This didn't bother me so much until out mother died, but then father started too withdraw from our family. He was fine around me, but when it came to Faramir, nothing was never right. Either his latest victory was to small and not ambitious enough or his latest interest was letting our family honour down because it wasn't manly or noble enough. Whenever he commented on something, father would always add something like 'why can't you be more like your brother?' or 'you would never catch your brother doing something like that!'" Boromir gestured enthusiastically with one hand and screwed his face up, obviously attempting to impersonate his father. Rainion having never met the man and unsure of the reaction Boromir was after, nodded and tried to look more interested than he actually felt.

Family issues like this were foreign to him, having never had a sibling or a mother and knowing nothing but love and attention for as long as he could remember. Everywhere he went he was showered with praise.

By the sounds of it, however, praise was hard earned over in Gondor.

"It was irrational really, but when I was younger I used to dread what would happen to my bother if anything ever happened to him. Sometimes my father decided that a lecture wasn't enough and he would ban my brother from eating for a set time. The cooks would have orders not to give him any food but he would still be forced to sit at the dining table and watch the rest of us enjoy our meal. Whenever that was happening, father would always make sure it was Faramir's favourite meal's that were served. I would always sneak some food away at some point during those occasions so that I knew Faramir had eaten something but it occurred to me that I wouldn't be able to do that if I wasn't there. I started to develop an irrational fear of leaving home without my brother." Boromir stopped to draw breath, his hands twisting in his tunic. "It wasn't until I was first called away for patrol that my fear started to enter my dreams. I fell asleep after the first day and I saw his face. His eyes shone with madness caused by his hunger but there was the pain of betrayal in them as well. And he was thin and pale, like the walking dead. Father was there in the background eating roasts, lambs and gravy, feasting whilst my brother starved. And then Faramir would speak. 'Why?' he would call out. 'Why did you leave me? You have left me here to starve whilst you feast on splendour and glory!' He would reach out to me and start walking towards me as I staggered backwards in fear unable to speak. Then, before my very eyes, he would get even thinner, his skin melting away, until he was nothing but a walking pile of bones which hit the ground one after the other. I would wake up, his last agonized scream ringing in my ears and my body would be drenched in sweat. I never got back to sleep on those nights." Rainion shivered.

"I'm sorry that you have suffered through that." He offered weakly, unsure of how else to act. "I would offer you my own experiences or else my dream but there is not much to tell. I cannot fully understand what you have been through. I grew up with a supportive father and no mother or siblings. My dream I do not fully remember, what I can recall does not explain the overwhelming sense of fear I felt before I awoke." Boromir nodded in understanding.

"You were close to your father then?" He asked. Rainion nodded. The Gondorian paused considering his next words carefully. "Might I ask, what happened to your mother?" Rainion looked down at his lap. It was an uncomfortable subject, one that was rarely discussed back at home.

"As you know I was adopted." The man nodded in conformation. "About thirty years before I was found, the queen was pregnant. Everyone was excited because the royal family had tried several times for an heir with no success. Alas, the birth was a tricky one. The queen died during childbirth and to make matters worse, the child was strangled by it's own umbilical cord before the midwives could remove it." Rainion sighed. He often had wondered what would have happened if the child and it's mother had survived. Would he have an older brother? Would he still have been adopted? Or would he have been delivered to some couple in the village? Perhaps he would have been raised by the servants, little more than a scullery boy.

He stopped thinking about it. The idea of being raised as servant whilst someone else was growing up in his shoes didn't please him in the slightest.

"Something tells me that if I hadn't of shown up when I did, things would have been a lot worse for my father in his final years. For one thing, he would have had to deal with choosing an heir from another kingdom who would take over when he did die." Rainion frowned, not liking where the conversation was headed despite having prompted the topic of his father by himself.

"I wasn't aware there was much to the kingdom to inherit, other than the castle and the village surrounding it of course." Boromir looked curious and seemed not to notice the silent sigh of relief Rainion let out at the change of topic.

"Outside of the mountains, it's mostly farm lands and marshes but there are a few settlements as well. There is also the fact that if anything happens to Theodred I am the next in line to rule Rohan." Rainion sighed at the gasp that elicited from Boromir.

"But what about-"

"Éowyn?" Rainion cut him off, not surprised about the nod he received. "If things go the way King Theoden has planned, we'll end up married, but even if we don't, I will still be the closest male relative they have who is already a ruler. Rohan is quite traditional and if there is a royal male available to be king, he is the one who will rule, even if a female is a closer relative than he is." Rainion explained. Rohan hierarchy was quite different from that of most kingdoms and extremely hard to follow in a lot of cases.

"But what about Éomer? Surely he is a closer relative than you are?" Boromir looked quite confused.

"He is." Rainion agreed. "But he has already given up his claim to the throne, declaring that he would do Rohan more good in battle than locked up in a throne room solving disputes amongst the people." Rainion, like many others, had been surprised at this when the news came out but after a few years of service, everyone could see that Éomer's words were true. He was by far better at fighting than he was with arguments.

"You sound like you're familiar with the royal family of Rohan."

"I am. Father used to take me along sometimes when he visited them for political reasons." The conversation with Boromir lasted for a good long while but in the end, one comment from the tactless Gondorian ruined it.

"I haven't seen you this talkative before. That dream must have really been bad if you opened up this much." Rainion froze, the smile which had been spreading on his face suddenly becoming very fixed. He had been enjoying the conversation so much that he hadn't realized quite how much his mask had slipped.

"Yes well... I'd better try and get back to sleep. We should be reaching the Cadrahas tomorrow." And with that he turned his back on the red head who was suddenly looking extremely angry with himself.

Day 57, laer – Cadrahas

The rest of the fellowship watched Rainion in confusion as rode ahead at the front, putting as much distance between himself and Boromir as possible without parting from the fellowship.

A few days ago, this behaviour wouldn't have been classed as strange, however, ever since the crebain he had slowly been opening up to them, slowly being the key word.

Now, though, it was as though they were right back to square one with no visible clue as to why except for the Gondorian soldier who looked extremely guilty and kept shooting the ebony prince, at the head of the party, mournful glances.

"What exactly did you say to the lad?" Asked a bewildered Gimli after being rebuffed by Rainion for what was possibly the sixth time that morning, fifteenth if you counted the attempts of the others. Not even Lithuinir and Írdir had had any luck conversing with the prince that morning.

They all shot the Gondorian with curious glances as he sighed regretfully before answering.

"We were having a conversation last night. It was my turn as a guard and Rainion appeared to be having a nightmare. I tried to find out what it was about but he claimed he had forgotten when he woke up. The topic changed to other things and was going well enough until I had to open my big mouth about how he was finally opening up. That brash comment seemed to be enough for him to close up again. I guess he mustn't have realized just how much he was starting to let his feelings show and my mentioning it must have brought it to his attention."

"In other words, we're back to being treated like strangers simply cause you forgot to watch what you were sayin'?" Sam asked with a horrified expression on his face.

The hobbits, Sam especially, had been working hard to get to know the prince and the idea that they might have worked that hard for nothing didn't sit well with them.

After that, relationships in the group started to strain. The two elves that had accompanied Rainion all the way from the iron hills had all but shunned the rest of the group, resting the blame of Boromir's mistake on all of their shoulders rather than just the Gondorian's.

Legolas withdrew from the group even quicker than he been previously, conversing only with Aragorn and even then when it was the human who initiated conversation and only responding with short, often one word, elvish answers.

The hobbits refused to go anywhere near Boromir, making it clear if he approached them that he wasn't welcome.

Rainion still refused to talk to anyone, riding ahead as much as possible and sticking close to Aras when the stopped for meals and breaks.

Gimli and Aragorn for their part were run ragged trying to mediate between everyone whilst dealing with their own emotional turmoil at the current divisions in the fellowship.

Mithrandir seemed to be the only one who still talked to everyone in the group from a neutral standpoint on every occasion.

It appeared that the group wouldn't last much longer if this continued

Mithrandir sighed. It seemed fixing things came down to him once more.

"Rainion." He called, approaching the prince who was staring up the mountain, uncaring of the icy breeze blowing straight into his face. Rainion didn't turn around or even acknowledge the wizards presence but Mithrandir continued regardless. "Is what Boromir said really bad enough that it excuses shunning eleven people?"

"I don't see how it's any of your business." Snapped the prince angrily, batting away the hand the wizard had raised to place on his shoulder.

"You made it my business. By ignoring the whole fellowship for one man's mistake you have made it the business of everyone here. That includes me. Take a look around you, young prince. See the damage your actions have caused to such a vital group. If this continues I don't see much hope for middle-earth." Rainion looked over at the group. Even as the wizard spoke, a fight was breaking out. The hobbits, it seemed, had decided that simply refusing to speak to Boromir wasn't a drastic enough punishment for making Rainion withdraw from the group and were trying to withhold his portion of the food. This had led to an argument with Aragorn who was trying valiantly to make them see reason.

"Are you saying that that," He gestured vaguely in the direction of the fight. "Is my fault? And even if it is, what am I meant to do about it?"

Mithrandir gave him a sad smile. Maybe there was hope for the prince after all, but what had left him in this state was a mystery, as this surely couldn't just be the consequence of his father's death. This was much more complicated than that.

"The same thing you do when you fall out with a friend." He instructed helpfully. The prince gave him a blank look.

"Which is?" He asked. Mithrandir blinked in surprise. Surely the prince had gotten into arguments before?

"Apologise, of course."

"Apologise? For what? It was his fault!" He waved a hand off to the other side of the clearing where Boromir sat apart from the rest of the fellowship.

"Perhaps the comment was, but your decision to ignore the fellowship was not. It was yours, and so was letting him be the one to take the blame. It's not all your fault, granted, however, I fear that if you do not apologize, no one will."

Without waiting for an answer, Mithrandir turned back to the group, intent on settling the dispute between hobbit and man before the rift between the fellowship could get any larger. Rainion stared after him for a couple of seconds before sighing.

The old wizard had a point. It was obvious that this problem wasn't going to solve itself and the only clear cause of action was for someone to apologize. It was also clear that if he didn't apologize and start socializing again, no one else was either.

It confused him, though. Why had his actions caused all of this? He hadn't talked to them at the beginning either but that hadn't led to quarrels. So why had it caused quarrels this time?

It confused him.

Oh well, sitting here and thinking about it wasn't going to change anything. He stood up and walked quietly over to where the Gondorian sat watching the hobbits with a guilty expression fixed on his face.

"Boromir?" He called. The man jumped and turned to face him with an expression of surprise.

"Prince Rainion? But why are you talking to me first? It was my fault that you stopped talking in the first place-" Rainion cut him off, shaking his head.

"No, it wasn't, it was mine. Your comment caught me by surprise but that was no reason to ignore you or the others. If it's any ones fault it's mine and I would like to apologize." Rainion bowed his head, honestly not expecting the Gondorian to accept his apology.

"I think we're all at fault here, and I would be more than happy to accept your apology if you will accept mine." Boromir smiled.

Blinking in surprise, Rainion nodded and sank down to sit next to the older man, feeling slightly confused as to what had just happened.

Legolas watched as the object of his adoration apologized and sat down besides the Gondorian, beginning a conversation with the man as though it were normal. Jealousy rose inside of him and the only thing stopping him from taking action was that Rainion probably wouldn't like it if he killed the Gondorian and the tiredness he felt from fading.

It wasn't fair. Boromir was in the same boat as him when it came to their attraction to the prince but for some reason the prince allowed the Gondorian to converse openly with him whilst shunning Legolas himself. It wasn't fair, he mentally repeated, vaguely aware that his thoughts were petty but beyond caring.

There wasn't a part of Legolas that didn't ache. It hurt to move to fast and his lack of sleep was quickly catching up with him. If he was right, he would die before their journey to Mordor was over and he wouldn't be surprised in the least if he never saw Mirkwood again.

The only thing that eased the pain of fading was the thought that at least when he was gone he would no longer be a burden to his black haired beauty.

He wondered if he would meet the prince once more in the after life but he doubted it. Rainion would undoubtedly beg the valar to keep them as far apart in the afterlife as physically possible. Surely not even the valar could say no to one as beautiful as the prince and Legolas would be forced to suffer eternal punishment for even daring to hope for such a fate.

Legolas struggled to remain atop the snow drifts whilst maintaining the image that it was effortless.

Walking on snow was something that came as naturally to elves as breathing but it became much more difficult when an elf was sick. It was almost impossible for someone like him, who was in the process of fading, to stop from sinking but despite this he still struggled to do it, for the sake of the fellowship who would surely change course should they realize he was fading. His struggles cost him his much need energy, however, and he doubted he would be able to take much more of this without fainting from exhaustion.

He was thankful when the party stopped but the small smile that almost showed itself quickly vanished when he noticed the glare Rainion was shooting him with. The elf quickly realized how close he was to the prince, who had chosen to walk in order to give Aras a break, and backed up, muttering an apology.

Since the apology to Boromir yesterday, relationships between the fellowship appeared to be well on their way to be repaired. Understandably, things weren't quite back to normal, with the hobbits 'accidentally' giving Boromir smaller portions than anyone else, which the Gondorian let be without complaint, probably treating it like a penance, and Legolas was still withdrawn from the rest of the group.

For the time being, the others let him be but the elf could see the suspicion growing in Aragorn's eyes every time he stumbled or refused to sleep. The look was now mirrored by Gimli who had quickly noticed the lack of bite in the elf's voice when they argued and the way some quiet insults, which the other elves heard perfectly from the other end of the clearing, went completely undetected by the one they were aimed at who was standing right next to him at the time.

It turned out the reason they had stopped was because Frodo had slipped on a patch of ice and had slid all the way from the middle of the group to the back where Aragorn had managed to catch him just before he took a plunge off the side of a cliff.

There was a mild panic as the young hobbit noticed the lack of chain around his neck and started to look around frantically for the absent ring.

A glint of gold on a pile of white snow would have soothed the worries had it not been for Boromir, who was stood closest to Frodo when he slipped, stooping down low before straitening again, the ring dangling from its chain and glinting in the mountain sun.

His words were soft but in the silent and tense air that now surrounded the companions, it was as though he had shouted them.

"It is a strange fate we should suffer so much fear and doubt… over so small a thing. Such a little thing." A chill ran through down their backs at the hollow sounding words. There was no emotion behind them other than a sense of want.

"Boromir!" Aragorn called, interrupting the man before he could say more. "Give Frodo the ring!" They all had their hands on their weapons ready to leap into battle should the man try to leave with the ring.

Boromir, however, appeared to notice neither the order or the half drawn weapons and it wasn't until Rainion repeated Aragorn's words that he reacted.

Upon hearing the commanding tone of the one who enthralled him so, Boromir looked up from the ring he had been appraising to glance at the prince. "As you wish." He replied simply, before turning and giving the ring to the hobbit who stood waiting near by. He turned again after he had deposited the item in the outstretched hand, ruffling Frodo's brown hair as though nothing had happened and offering a playful grin.

If anything the sudden change was just as terrifying as the Gondorian's tone earlier.

They continued in subdued silence after that, the hobbits huddling together and helping each other over icy patches whilst once more sending the Gondorian distrustful glances, though this time for entirely different reasons.

All of them hoped that the rest of the journey across the rest of the mountain would be calmer. After the tension caused by Rainion's silence and the fright of Boromir's temporary possession, they doubted the fellowship could take much more strife.

Sadly, fate was not with them.

Round about mid afternoon, ominous storm clouds started to cover the sky and even Legolas' hazy ears were able to make out the fell voice that thundered through the air.

"Gandalf! It must be Saruman. He's trying to bring down the mountain!" He warned, although it wasn't necessary as the aged wizard was already starting a chant.

For what seemed like hours, the two voices clashed over the howls of the furious wind but it was a losing battle. Saruman was much more powerful than Gandalf and serving a master he couldn't risk disappointing.

The mountains above gave one final groan in warning before boulders the size of a giants fist began to fall around them and piles of snow from above followed closely behind.

There were yells of alarm as the party hurried to get out of the way of the heavy rocks. They ended up squashed against the mountain, the hobbits huddled tightly in the arms of Aragorn, Gimli and Boromir, whilst Írdir and Lithuinir hurried to push a bucking Aras out of the way of the landslide before pressing themselves back against the cliff face with Mithrandir safe by.

Legolas' addled senses were only just beginning to make sense of the situation when he found himself being yanked firmly out of the way of a boulder that was twice his height and three times his mass. Said boulder crashed into the space where he had been only seconds before, pausing for only a second before continuing into the abyss taking a large chunk of the path with it. Legolas turned with a grateful expression to face his saviour only to come face to face with a seething Rainion.

"Pay more attention or next time I'll let you die." The prince threatened shortly before flattening himself properly against the cliff face to avoid further danger.

Legolas' expression sank.

A.n. Sorry if this chapter waffles (as one of my teachers would say) to much but i'm building up for something later and it was necessary. Please tell me what you think in the reviews and if your interested, check me out on Wattpad (same username as on this site) if your interested.

How and when do you guys want Boromir to die BTW?