My head snapped up so I could stare at him.

"I'll do it for you and Legolas."

"Why?"

His blue eyes bored into mine. "Because I want to."

"Alright. Well I'm going to go to sleep, and I'll see you in the morning." I kissed his head.

Then I got up, rewrapped my leg, and went back to star gazing on my rock. The stars were so pretty… the next thing I remembered was blinking to find Legolas standing over me, telling me it was time for the last watch. He seemed reluctant when I blinked. The more time I spent here, I became more and more like an elf. I could already hear and see everything, but I guess there were something's that I didn't do yet.

By the time the sun rose, everyone was up. I went back to my rock to look around one last time.

Aragorn came and stood by my side, sighing.

"Is everything all right?"

"Hm? Oh yes, everything is fine. Except, if I ever see Arwen again, I'm going to be a deep trouble."

"Why is that?"

"She told me to protect you. Well not really so much as protect as keep an eye on you and keep you out of trouble."

"Why?"

"She… she just didn't want to see you get hurt, especially since you were surrounded by nine other men at the time. Well, five that would be able to protect you anyway."

I snickered, shaking my head. Poor hobbits, I thought. "I see."

"It's time to go by the way."

"Oh." I jumped down and made my way over to the boat I was riding in. Once again, Legolas helped me in, and like before, he started to say something, but didn't, leaving me hanging.

We made our way down river again, and Boromir shot nasty glances to the boat I was in and Aragorn's boat as well and I did my best to ignore them. One time I had enough so the next time he looked, I stuck out my tongue.

It was childish I know, but he was such a jerk. To everyone.

Just about when mid-morning came around, we saw the Argonath. They were impossibly huge.

Aragorn tapped Frodo's shoulder. "Frodo, the Argonath! Long have I desired to look upon the kings of old, my kin."

There was a statue on each side of the river, both with their left arms held up in warning.

There was also a voice on the air, like it was singing. "Et Eärello Endorenna utúlien. Sinome maruvan ar Hildinyar tenn' Ambar-metta!" (Out of the Great Sea to Middle-Earth I am come. In this place I will abide, and my heirs, unto the ending of the world!)

It was a very interesting song, I'll admit. But I liked it. It had a special ring to it I guess you could say.

I looked ahead and suddenly saw a great mist curling out of the water at a large rock jutting out of the water. The rock was large and came to a point.

We reached the falls and the banks of Emyn Muil shortly after. It looked like something from a fairytale. It pretty much looked animated. But it was very beautiful. And it smelled nice too.

Everyone pulled the boats up on the shore. I went to go help Boromir with his boat because Merry and Pippin had gone to help Frodo, Sam and Aragorn and Legolas and Gimli didn't need help. When we started talking I thought it was just friendly conversation. Oh how wrong I was.

"Why are you with us?" Boromir asked.

"After what happened in Rivendell, I sort of had to come. If I hadn't, I probably wouldn't have been very happy. I actually kind of wanted to go." I don't know why I was telling him this, or why I was really here. It was a good thing he didn't either. But I had to admit, as hard as this journey was going to be and was at this point in time, it was way more fun than skiing in Greenland.

"Oh." He was silent for a while.

I started to take stuff out of the boats to set up camp. He followed me.

"This is a nice place," he stated.

"Yup."

"It is very beautiful."

"It is, but I've seen better," I replied throwing a quick glance at Legolas. Boromir didn't notice. I hid my smile as best I could by pursing my lips.

"Really? Where?"

"The mountains at sunset, the moon on a lake." I didn't mention Legolas, I was glad I didn't.

"I've only seen one thing more beautiful than this." He replied.

"Oh?" I was a little bewildered. Surely there had to be more than one thing more beautiful.

"Yes. In fact, I see it everyday."

I frowned. What was he talking about? "Really?" I tried to hide the frustration in my voice, but it didn't really work.

He nodded. "But of course, I hadn't seen it until the Council of Elrond in Rivendell."

I caught my breath and stopped dead in my tracks. "What?" I asked my voice sharp and a little too cold. "What are you talking about?" I softened my voice, at least a teensy bit, and hoped to death he was talking about Arwen. Ha, how stupid I was to even think he was talking about her. He doesn't even see her everyday.

"You of course." He said, a little as-a-matter-of-factly.

I breathed in sharply. "What are you saying?" I started walking again.

He heaved a sigh. "I'm saying that you are the most beautiful thing I've seen in my whole life." He grabbed my elbow to stop me. I turned around. "Elevain, I've never seen anything more beautiful than you. I can't stop thinking about you."

Lies, I thought as I stared at him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Legolas stiffen slightly where he was standing talking to Aragorn. I moved my eyes to him. Boromir noticed that much.

"Elevain." He grabbed my other arm trying to get my attention. I tore it away and he tightened his grip on my elbow.

I looked at him with steely eyes. "Let. Me. Go." I growled through clenched teeth.

"Why?"

"Because you're hurting me. Now, let go before I hurt you."

"What if I don't want to?" he challenged.

I tried pulling my arm away but he only held on tighter. Again I tried ripping my arm away when I turned around but he pulled me closer to him than before. Why couldn't I get away?

"Boromir, let me go."

He still didn't. His face was so close to mine, just a few inches away. So close I could feel his breath on my face. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move or think of anything to say as he came tantalizingly closer, as if he were going to try and kiss me. No, no please don't let this happen! I couldn't think of anything to do, and my thoughts flew around so fast I didn't know what was going on. His lips brushed lightly against mine, and then pressed harder. I shoved at him and pushed him away from me. I wanted to cry. I could feel the tears stinging under my eyes, threatening to spill over. No! That did not just happen!

"Why?" My voice wavered. "What do you want with me?" my first kiss was just stolen by a jerk off. I had been saving that to bargain with.

"I love you."

The tears spilled over. I was so infuriated with him, that I just couldn't stand it anymore. "No! No!" I couldn't believe it. This couldn't be happening. I didn't love him!

Legolas obviously had had enough. He walked; or more like stalked over to us and put his hand on Boromir's wrist.

"Let her go." His growl was much more impressive than mine.

"Stay out of this, Legolas," Boromir said still not letting go, but pulling away from me so I had room, and I could breathe again.

Legolas would be in this; I wanted him here. "What if I want him here? I would rather be with him than you jerk!"