Note: These characters do not belong to me. I mark Elvish words with ' '
instead of *****. Sorry, but I need the ******** to mark which POV is
currently being used. This story is Rated R. Eventual A/L slash! This is
not a story for Boromir fans. I decided to change what happens to Boromir;
I decided a certain Boromir fan was right. It was kinda cold the way he
died. Here is the rewritten version. If you want a sequel, review and e-
mail me at aj_fan_fic@yahoo.com . Thank you for telling me about the typo,
reviewers.
Heart Meets Heart
Part 2
A.J. Matthews
*************
Aragorn
*************
I returned to the camp silently. I had found no trace of Boromir in the forest. Merry and Pippin were missing as well. When I got there, I saw an orc looming above Legolas's limp body.
I ran forward with my sword drawn, yelling a battle cry. The orc turned and ran towards me. I slashed across its chest as it went by. It fell down dead.
I slid my sword back in its sheath, and ran over to my fallen friend. God, he looked so bad. Who could have done this to such a gentle, loving elf?
I knelt down beside him. He was moaning more Elvish words. I leaned my head down to his lips to hear better.
'Please, no more.' He tossed and turned, trying to get away from an unseen adversary. 'Let me go!' Tears ran down his face as his eyes suddenly opened.
He looked around, terror and fear on his face.
'Legolas,' I whispered quietly, touching his bare shoulder.
He jerked away as if I'd stung him. Then he looked back at me, with pain, sorrow, anguish, and confusion all reflecting in my green eyes. 'Aragorn?' he whispered, his voice choking.
I nodded. 'I'm here, Legolas.'
After the way he'd reacted to my hand on his shoulder, I was stunned when he flung himself at me, and burst into tears.
He kept saying the same word over and over. 'Why?'
I held him tightly as he wept, repeating 'why' over and over again. He had his face pressed against my chest. He looked distraught.
I looked down at him. 'What has happened to you, Legolas?' I asked softly, for I had never seen my beloved friend in so much pain and anguish. He shook his head and continued sobbing.
*************
Legolas
*************
I was so relieved to see that it was Aragorn instead of Boromir. I clung to him and wept. My innocence, my happiness, and my joy in life had all been stolen from me by Boromir, along with my self-esteem.
When he asked me what had happened, I was too ashamed to speak. So I just shook my head as the tears continued to flow.
When I heard the sound of Boromir's footsteps, I froze in fear.
*************
Aragorn
*************
I felt Legolas tense in my arms as Boromir drew near. I didn't understand why he was so afraid of Boromir.
As Boromir entered the camp, Legolas dove behind me, trembling in fear.
"Legolas?" Boromir asked softly. Tear streaks had left their marks on his face. He tried to walk over to him.
I was surprised to hear Legolas's reply. His voice was shaken, sad, and broken.
"Stay. Away. From. Me."
Boromir shook his head. "I need to talk to you, Legolas, please," he pleaded.
Legolas shook his head and stayed behind me.
"What is going on?" I asked. "Legolas, why are you so scared of him?"
I turned to look at my elven friend. And I froze when I saw the look in his eyes.
Utter fear and terror. He'd never looked so afraid before, at least not that I had seen.
When Boromir tried to approach him for a third time, Legolas bolted. He ran far and hard.
I jumped to my feet. "Legolas!" I cried, as I ran after him. Boromir followed me silently.
I saw my friend, with his clothes torn to pieces. He tore up a tree as fast as he could. When he could climb no further, my distraught friend pressed his face to his knees, weeping.
I looked at Boromir. "What's going on," I demanded.
I looked up at Legolas, whose skin glowed in the night. Something happened to him while we were gone. He's terrified of anyone touching him, I thought to myself. And he won't let Boromir get near him. When Boromir tried to approach him in camp, Legolas bolted to this tree.
I turned to look at Boromir. I had my own suspicions. Like the possibility that Boromir knew what had happened to Legolas. And who had done it.
"Legolas, I'm sorry," he cried.
I gasped. "What did you do to him, Boromir!" I snapped.
"It was the Ring," he said, in a choked voice. "The Ring made me do it."
"You were the one who hurt him, weren't you, Boromir?"
Boromir understandably backed away. "Yes," he moaned.
"Son of a bitch!" I snapped. I drew my sword and advanced on him as well. "You nearly killed him."
"The Ring forced me too," he said.
"Poor excuse," I said angrily. My heart hurt for Legolas, so I wasn't thinking clearly right now. I was too furious with Boromir for that.
*************
Legolas
*************
I could hear the argument below me getting worse. I knew that Boromir was trying to apologize to me, but I was terrified to go near him. I made my way down the tree carefully.
"Aragorn," I whispered, in a sad voice, standing there in my tattered clothes. I was frightened and ashamed.
"Legolas," he said as he looked over at me.
"Tell the whole truth of what you did to me, Boromir," I said, shaking, with tears streaming down my face. I looked down at the ground, as shame poured over me.
Aragorn looked at me and then at Boromir. He looked back again. "What does he mean, Boromir?"
Aragorn walked over to me, still pointing his sword at Boromir. He tilted my chin up, but I jerked away and looked down at again. I didn't feel worthy to look him in the eyes. Not after what Boromir had done.
"I can't, Legolas," Boromir moaned.
"What did you do?" Aragorn asked Boromir. He tilted my face up again and held it hard so he could look in my eyes.
*************
Aragorn
*************
It was then that I knew. The shame and bleakness in Legolas's eyes spoke volumes to me. I whirled on Boromir.
"You want to know something funny, Boromir?" I asked, pretending civil conversation. "This morning, before Gimli and I left with the hobbits, Legolas told me that he didn't trust you." I stepped towards him, and looked at my stricken friend. "I wish I had listened to you more, Legolas."
Tears streamed down Legolas's face. The light that used to shine in his beautiful green eyes was gone.
"I didn't ask more of him than you did," Boromir said, trying to alleviate his guilt.
My heart hardened as I looked at Boromir. "What do you mean?"
"Everyone knew you and the elf had a thing going," he muttered.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, as Legolas crept behind me and pressed his face on my back.
"You and the elf were getting it on," he snapped. "It was obvious. Always together, and teasing each other."
"We never did anything," I said coldly. "And even if we had, it was no business of yours."
Now Boromir looked stricken, as he looked at Legolas. "You were an innocent?"
"Yes," Legolas whispered faintly against my back. "I had never been with another before."
Boromir had the decency to look horrified. "God, I'm sorry. I thought you were experienced."
I gasped softly when I realized that Legolas had been a virgin. God, what Boromir had done was Legolas's initiation into sex? I was horrified myself.
Boromir tried to approach Legolas, who cowered behind me. "I'm sorry, Legolas. More sorry than you could ever know."
"I pray that your suffering eases in time, Boromir. Mine won't, for a long time," Legolas whispered.
I stayed in front of my longtime friend when Boromir drew his sword.
He looked at both of us, and then ran off into the dark forest.
Legolas was weeping again. I took him in my arms. He stiffened at first, then relaxed.
"Let's go back to the camp," I said softly. "Gimli will be there in the morning and will, no doubt, look for us if we are missing."
"Will we ever see him again?" Legolas asked softly.
"I don't know," I answered honestly.
He nodded slowly, but stood there, shaking.
I sighed and picked him up carefully.
He rested his head against my chest, with tears still running down his face. Blood was all over his mostly bare body.
"Do you want to take a bath, Legolas?" I asked softly. He nodded.
After we returned to the camp, I realized that the only clothes Legolas had were the ones that were torn apart by Boromir. So I quietly grabbed my extra clothes and shoes. I didn't know where Legolas's shoes had gone. I also took a pouch full of medicinal herbs, soap, and shampoo.
Legolas held onto the things I had gathered, as I carried him over to the river. I sat him down by its shores gently. He looked at me sadly.
'I can wait for you in the camp, Legolas,' I offered quietly in Elvish.
*************
Legolas
*************
I didn't want Aragorn to leave me alone, so I shook my head, and whispered, 'I'd rather not be alone, Aragorn.' I placed the clothes and bag on the ground.
He nodded, and sat down at the shore.
As I removed the torn remnants of my clothes, I could feel that Aragorn was trying not to watch me. I stepped into the cold water, and waded in up to my waist. My head was beginning to hurt again.
I took the soap with me, and washed my face first. It hurt. There was a deep wound on my face that would take some time to heal, even for me.
*************
Aragorn
*************
I watched Legolas bathing himself. He scrubbed all over, and then ducked under the water to try to get his hair clean. God, he was so beautiful. His skin glowed, and I found myself staring at him. I could understand how Boromir might have been tempted, but I found it hard forgive him for what he had done. If he had not run off, I might have killed him for it. I honestly didn't know what to think. The Ring was to blame for this, not Boromir.
When I heard a muffled cry of pain, I called out to him. 'Are you ok, Legolas?' I stood.
'My head hurts,' he said. 'Boromir hit me with his sword hilt.'
I frowned. 'I should have a look at that when you're done.'
He winced as he rubbed the liquid soap through his hair. 'I can't see.' His eyes were closed. He took a step backwards and tripped.
Instinctively, I tore off my shirt and sword, and ran after him. I helped him stand, for he had problems with his balance. I supported him for a few moments.
'Thank you,' he said. He sounded relaxed for once. I brushed the soap out of his eyes. Then I was aware of how close he was to me.
I wondered what it would be like to kiss those soft-looking lips. But I knew it was much too soon for him.
*************
Legolas
*************
I had never seen Aragorn look at me with such longing on his face. Part of it scared me, and part of it thrilled me. I had loved him for so long. That was why I had waited for so long.
To my disappointment and relief, he silently let go of me. 'I'll be here if you need me, Legolas,' he whispered, as he walked back to the shore and sat down.
'Thank you, Aragorn,' I responded. I rinsed my now clean hair, and stepped to the shore. Aragorn handed me some cloths to dry off with.
He averted his gaze as I dried off and pulled on his spare leggings. He was taller than me, so they were rather baggy, but kept me warm. I slipped the shoes on and stood before him, feeling weary suddenly.
As I swayed, Aragorn caught me. Part of me had known he would. He scooped me up, and after grabbing the bag of medicine, he carried me back to the camp. I relished the feel of his warm chest against my face, as I looked up at him.
Then I looked away, still feeling ashamed.
He laid me down on my blankets carefully. Then he looked at me seriously. 'I need to put medicine on your wounds, Legolas. Can you stand it for a few minutes?'
Fear crept through me, until I forced myself to remember that this was Aragorn, not Boromir. I nodded.
He started applying the medicine to the cut on my forehead. It stung a little, and he bound it with a white cloth. Then, he moved to my chest, placing medicine on the various cuts. He frowned when he saw the nasty looking bruise above my ribs.
'What happened there, Legolas, if you don't mind my asking?' Aragorn asked softly.
I flinched. 'He hit me there to knock the wind out of me so I couldn't use my Elven whistle to summon help.' I remembered the rage in Boromir's eyes as he'd done that. I'd sunk into unconsciousness even before he'd slammed the hilt of his sword into my face.
Aragorn looked at me. 'I'll have to keep an eye on it, to make sure no ribs were broken.'
I nodded. I gazed at his face as he finished applying the medicine and washed his hands.
'There's one more thing I could help you with, Legolas,' he offered. He held up his wooden comb.
I relaxed slightly. 'If you wouldn't mind,' I whispered as I sat up.
'Not at all.' He sat on a rock, spread a blanket on the ground below, and gestured for me come over to him.
I stood and walked over to him. I sat on the blanket quietly, as his comb began to work through the knots I'd received in my hair. I took a deep breath and relaxed.
Aragorn brushed my hair quietly, as I subconsciously leaned against his legs, which were behind me. I was tired and weary.
I winced slightly at a tug that hurt my forehead.
'Sorry, Legolas,' Aragorn whispered. He finished brushing and looked down at me. "Would you like me to braid it again for you?'
I nodded again, dozing as his fingers worked through my blond hair.
*************
Aragorn
*************
As I finished braiding Legolas's hair, I realized that he had fallen asleep with his head in my lap. I stroked his hair softly as he slept.
I carefully picked up one of the blankets and wrapped it around Legolas, to keep him warm.
He opened his eyes briefly, to make sure it was me and not Boromir. He looked relieved to see me. Then he started to get up, faltering. He whispered an apology.
I gently stopped him. 'It's ok, Legolas,' I whispered. 'Go back to sleep.'
He looked at me, bit his lower lip, and nodded. He leaned against me again and soon drifted back to sleep. The blanket kept him warm.
I kept watch the entire night, one hand resting in Legolas's fine, silky hair. The other was on his back.
In the morning, Gimli would arrive. I knew he would ask questions, which it would be painful for Legolas to answer.
Legolas was not ready to go into battle just yet, anyway, so we had to leave the hobbits with the orc for now.
Tomorrow, we, along with Gimli, would attempt to rescue the hobbits. And then, we would find Boromir.
To be continued
Heart Meets Heart
Part 2
A.J. Matthews
*************
Aragorn
*************
I returned to the camp silently. I had found no trace of Boromir in the forest. Merry and Pippin were missing as well. When I got there, I saw an orc looming above Legolas's limp body.
I ran forward with my sword drawn, yelling a battle cry. The orc turned and ran towards me. I slashed across its chest as it went by. It fell down dead.
I slid my sword back in its sheath, and ran over to my fallen friend. God, he looked so bad. Who could have done this to such a gentle, loving elf?
I knelt down beside him. He was moaning more Elvish words. I leaned my head down to his lips to hear better.
'Please, no more.' He tossed and turned, trying to get away from an unseen adversary. 'Let me go!' Tears ran down his face as his eyes suddenly opened.
He looked around, terror and fear on his face.
'Legolas,' I whispered quietly, touching his bare shoulder.
He jerked away as if I'd stung him. Then he looked back at me, with pain, sorrow, anguish, and confusion all reflecting in my green eyes. 'Aragorn?' he whispered, his voice choking.
I nodded. 'I'm here, Legolas.'
After the way he'd reacted to my hand on his shoulder, I was stunned when he flung himself at me, and burst into tears.
He kept saying the same word over and over. 'Why?'
I held him tightly as he wept, repeating 'why' over and over again. He had his face pressed against my chest. He looked distraught.
I looked down at him. 'What has happened to you, Legolas?' I asked softly, for I had never seen my beloved friend in so much pain and anguish. He shook his head and continued sobbing.
*************
Legolas
*************
I was so relieved to see that it was Aragorn instead of Boromir. I clung to him and wept. My innocence, my happiness, and my joy in life had all been stolen from me by Boromir, along with my self-esteem.
When he asked me what had happened, I was too ashamed to speak. So I just shook my head as the tears continued to flow.
When I heard the sound of Boromir's footsteps, I froze in fear.
*************
Aragorn
*************
I felt Legolas tense in my arms as Boromir drew near. I didn't understand why he was so afraid of Boromir.
As Boromir entered the camp, Legolas dove behind me, trembling in fear.
"Legolas?" Boromir asked softly. Tear streaks had left their marks on his face. He tried to walk over to him.
I was surprised to hear Legolas's reply. His voice was shaken, sad, and broken.
"Stay. Away. From. Me."
Boromir shook his head. "I need to talk to you, Legolas, please," he pleaded.
Legolas shook his head and stayed behind me.
"What is going on?" I asked. "Legolas, why are you so scared of him?"
I turned to look at my elven friend. And I froze when I saw the look in his eyes.
Utter fear and terror. He'd never looked so afraid before, at least not that I had seen.
When Boromir tried to approach him for a third time, Legolas bolted. He ran far and hard.
I jumped to my feet. "Legolas!" I cried, as I ran after him. Boromir followed me silently.
I saw my friend, with his clothes torn to pieces. He tore up a tree as fast as he could. When he could climb no further, my distraught friend pressed his face to his knees, weeping.
I looked at Boromir. "What's going on," I demanded.
I looked up at Legolas, whose skin glowed in the night. Something happened to him while we were gone. He's terrified of anyone touching him, I thought to myself. And he won't let Boromir get near him. When Boromir tried to approach him in camp, Legolas bolted to this tree.
I turned to look at Boromir. I had my own suspicions. Like the possibility that Boromir knew what had happened to Legolas. And who had done it.
"Legolas, I'm sorry," he cried.
I gasped. "What did you do to him, Boromir!" I snapped.
"It was the Ring," he said, in a choked voice. "The Ring made me do it."
"You were the one who hurt him, weren't you, Boromir?"
Boromir understandably backed away. "Yes," he moaned.
"Son of a bitch!" I snapped. I drew my sword and advanced on him as well. "You nearly killed him."
"The Ring forced me too," he said.
"Poor excuse," I said angrily. My heart hurt for Legolas, so I wasn't thinking clearly right now. I was too furious with Boromir for that.
*************
Legolas
*************
I could hear the argument below me getting worse. I knew that Boromir was trying to apologize to me, but I was terrified to go near him. I made my way down the tree carefully.
"Aragorn," I whispered, in a sad voice, standing there in my tattered clothes. I was frightened and ashamed.
"Legolas," he said as he looked over at me.
"Tell the whole truth of what you did to me, Boromir," I said, shaking, with tears streaming down my face. I looked down at the ground, as shame poured over me.
Aragorn looked at me and then at Boromir. He looked back again. "What does he mean, Boromir?"
Aragorn walked over to me, still pointing his sword at Boromir. He tilted my chin up, but I jerked away and looked down at again. I didn't feel worthy to look him in the eyes. Not after what Boromir had done.
"I can't, Legolas," Boromir moaned.
"What did you do?" Aragorn asked Boromir. He tilted my face up again and held it hard so he could look in my eyes.
*************
Aragorn
*************
It was then that I knew. The shame and bleakness in Legolas's eyes spoke volumes to me. I whirled on Boromir.
"You want to know something funny, Boromir?" I asked, pretending civil conversation. "This morning, before Gimli and I left with the hobbits, Legolas told me that he didn't trust you." I stepped towards him, and looked at my stricken friend. "I wish I had listened to you more, Legolas."
Tears streamed down Legolas's face. The light that used to shine in his beautiful green eyes was gone.
"I didn't ask more of him than you did," Boromir said, trying to alleviate his guilt.
My heart hardened as I looked at Boromir. "What do you mean?"
"Everyone knew you and the elf had a thing going," he muttered.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, as Legolas crept behind me and pressed his face on my back.
"You and the elf were getting it on," he snapped. "It was obvious. Always together, and teasing each other."
"We never did anything," I said coldly. "And even if we had, it was no business of yours."
Now Boromir looked stricken, as he looked at Legolas. "You were an innocent?"
"Yes," Legolas whispered faintly against my back. "I had never been with another before."
Boromir had the decency to look horrified. "God, I'm sorry. I thought you were experienced."
I gasped softly when I realized that Legolas had been a virgin. God, what Boromir had done was Legolas's initiation into sex? I was horrified myself.
Boromir tried to approach Legolas, who cowered behind me. "I'm sorry, Legolas. More sorry than you could ever know."
"I pray that your suffering eases in time, Boromir. Mine won't, for a long time," Legolas whispered.
I stayed in front of my longtime friend when Boromir drew his sword.
He looked at both of us, and then ran off into the dark forest.
Legolas was weeping again. I took him in my arms. He stiffened at first, then relaxed.
"Let's go back to the camp," I said softly. "Gimli will be there in the morning and will, no doubt, look for us if we are missing."
"Will we ever see him again?" Legolas asked softly.
"I don't know," I answered honestly.
He nodded slowly, but stood there, shaking.
I sighed and picked him up carefully.
He rested his head against my chest, with tears still running down his face. Blood was all over his mostly bare body.
"Do you want to take a bath, Legolas?" I asked softly. He nodded.
After we returned to the camp, I realized that the only clothes Legolas had were the ones that were torn apart by Boromir. So I quietly grabbed my extra clothes and shoes. I didn't know where Legolas's shoes had gone. I also took a pouch full of medicinal herbs, soap, and shampoo.
Legolas held onto the things I had gathered, as I carried him over to the river. I sat him down by its shores gently. He looked at me sadly.
'I can wait for you in the camp, Legolas,' I offered quietly in Elvish.
*************
Legolas
*************
I didn't want Aragorn to leave me alone, so I shook my head, and whispered, 'I'd rather not be alone, Aragorn.' I placed the clothes and bag on the ground.
He nodded, and sat down at the shore.
As I removed the torn remnants of my clothes, I could feel that Aragorn was trying not to watch me. I stepped into the cold water, and waded in up to my waist. My head was beginning to hurt again.
I took the soap with me, and washed my face first. It hurt. There was a deep wound on my face that would take some time to heal, even for me.
*************
Aragorn
*************
I watched Legolas bathing himself. He scrubbed all over, and then ducked under the water to try to get his hair clean. God, he was so beautiful. His skin glowed, and I found myself staring at him. I could understand how Boromir might have been tempted, but I found it hard forgive him for what he had done. If he had not run off, I might have killed him for it. I honestly didn't know what to think. The Ring was to blame for this, not Boromir.
When I heard a muffled cry of pain, I called out to him. 'Are you ok, Legolas?' I stood.
'My head hurts,' he said. 'Boromir hit me with his sword hilt.'
I frowned. 'I should have a look at that when you're done.'
He winced as he rubbed the liquid soap through his hair. 'I can't see.' His eyes were closed. He took a step backwards and tripped.
Instinctively, I tore off my shirt and sword, and ran after him. I helped him stand, for he had problems with his balance. I supported him for a few moments.
'Thank you,' he said. He sounded relaxed for once. I brushed the soap out of his eyes. Then I was aware of how close he was to me.
I wondered what it would be like to kiss those soft-looking lips. But I knew it was much too soon for him.
*************
Legolas
*************
I had never seen Aragorn look at me with such longing on his face. Part of it scared me, and part of it thrilled me. I had loved him for so long. That was why I had waited for so long.
To my disappointment and relief, he silently let go of me. 'I'll be here if you need me, Legolas,' he whispered, as he walked back to the shore and sat down.
'Thank you, Aragorn,' I responded. I rinsed my now clean hair, and stepped to the shore. Aragorn handed me some cloths to dry off with.
He averted his gaze as I dried off and pulled on his spare leggings. He was taller than me, so they were rather baggy, but kept me warm. I slipped the shoes on and stood before him, feeling weary suddenly.
As I swayed, Aragorn caught me. Part of me had known he would. He scooped me up, and after grabbing the bag of medicine, he carried me back to the camp. I relished the feel of his warm chest against my face, as I looked up at him.
Then I looked away, still feeling ashamed.
He laid me down on my blankets carefully. Then he looked at me seriously. 'I need to put medicine on your wounds, Legolas. Can you stand it for a few minutes?'
Fear crept through me, until I forced myself to remember that this was Aragorn, not Boromir. I nodded.
He started applying the medicine to the cut on my forehead. It stung a little, and he bound it with a white cloth. Then, he moved to my chest, placing medicine on the various cuts. He frowned when he saw the nasty looking bruise above my ribs.
'What happened there, Legolas, if you don't mind my asking?' Aragorn asked softly.
I flinched. 'He hit me there to knock the wind out of me so I couldn't use my Elven whistle to summon help.' I remembered the rage in Boromir's eyes as he'd done that. I'd sunk into unconsciousness even before he'd slammed the hilt of his sword into my face.
Aragorn looked at me. 'I'll have to keep an eye on it, to make sure no ribs were broken.'
I nodded. I gazed at his face as he finished applying the medicine and washed his hands.
'There's one more thing I could help you with, Legolas,' he offered. He held up his wooden comb.
I relaxed slightly. 'If you wouldn't mind,' I whispered as I sat up.
'Not at all.' He sat on a rock, spread a blanket on the ground below, and gestured for me come over to him.
I stood and walked over to him. I sat on the blanket quietly, as his comb began to work through the knots I'd received in my hair. I took a deep breath and relaxed.
Aragorn brushed my hair quietly, as I subconsciously leaned against his legs, which were behind me. I was tired and weary.
I winced slightly at a tug that hurt my forehead.
'Sorry, Legolas,' Aragorn whispered. He finished brushing and looked down at me. "Would you like me to braid it again for you?'
I nodded again, dozing as his fingers worked through my blond hair.
*************
Aragorn
*************
As I finished braiding Legolas's hair, I realized that he had fallen asleep with his head in my lap. I stroked his hair softly as he slept.
I carefully picked up one of the blankets and wrapped it around Legolas, to keep him warm.
He opened his eyes briefly, to make sure it was me and not Boromir. He looked relieved to see me. Then he started to get up, faltering. He whispered an apology.
I gently stopped him. 'It's ok, Legolas,' I whispered. 'Go back to sleep.'
He looked at me, bit his lower lip, and nodded. He leaned against me again and soon drifted back to sleep. The blanket kept him warm.
I kept watch the entire night, one hand resting in Legolas's fine, silky hair. The other was on his back.
In the morning, Gimli would arrive. I knew he would ask questions, which it would be painful for Legolas to answer.
Legolas was not ready to go into battle just yet, anyway, so we had to leave the hobbits with the orc for now.
Tomorrow, we, along with Gimli, would attempt to rescue the hobbits. And then, we would find Boromir.
To be continued
