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The hour grew late, and after many miles, the company stopped for the night. Strider, Boromir, and Loriana agreed to be on guard first, then to awaken Legolas, and two other elven men to relieve them. Loriana posted herself at the southern end of the company, and Strider at the northern. Boromir patrolled about in a wide circle on his horse.

Loriana stood, her eyes darting about. Something seemed wrong, she thought as she was overcome by a feeling of danger. She started, turning around and drew her sword.

The sound of a horse, seemingly in pain, and a man's shout filled the air. Loriana peered into the darkness from whence it came, then ran toward it.

"Boromir!" she shouted, realizing what had happened the moment she heard the wolf's howl. As she neared, she saw his horse on the ground, bleeding. Boromir was lying near it, unwounded for the moment. Four wolves were surrounding him.

Letting out a cry, Loriana rushed toward them, swinging her sword. She killed one, and then the other three dove at her. She was knocked to the ground by one, but kicked it off quickly. Boromir got up from the ground, and drew his sword. Loriana stood, as two of the wolves dove at her once more. She managed to kill one, but the other was flying straight toward her neck.

A sharp "twang" sounded from several feet away, and the wolf fell from the air just a foot from Loriana, an arrow protruding from it's neck. Boromir slew the other wolf, as Loriana turned. Legolas stood by a tree, his bow still in hand, already another arrow notched.


They returned to the camp. Both Loriana and Boromir had cuts, and the horse was lost. Boromir had a rather large wound on his side, and Loriana had a large scratch along her face. It could have been worse, Loriana realized. It was folly to charge into the darkness - had their been many more wolves.. Or had Legolas not been nearby… Loriana did not want to think what may have happened.

Strider shook his head at them, Loriana especially. Elven healers, Veerle and a male elf, saw to Boromir. Loriana waved off the healer who approached her; she merely used her sleeve to wipe the blood from her cheek.

"You'll most likely have that scar for your life," said Strider, smirking.

"However long that may be," Loriana said softly, shaking her head. "That was so very foolish of me. I could very well be injured or worse… if it hadn't been for Legolas…"

Strider smiled, and nodded. "We must thank him."

"Aye," murmured Loriana, and then gazed off into the sky.


Veerle wet a cloth and pressed it against Boromir's wound. He lay on the ground, his shirt removed. His bare muscular chest seemed to glimmer in the starlight. She knelt beside him. He groaned lightly, and she shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Whatever happened to you, Boromir?" she asked.

"Wolves," he muttered, and closed his eyes, wincing a little.

"It is a rather nasty wound, but it shall heal," she assured him, and he opened one eye, smiling up at her.

"Thank you, sweet Veerle," he said softly, and she ran her soft hand across his cheek. He once again closed both his eyes, inhaling deeply her scent. She pulled her hand away just then, and wet the cloth again, pressed it against him.

"You are so beautiful," Boromir said softly, watching her radiance in the starlight. She glanced away, and nodded to the male elf who approached.

"Bandages," he said simply, and handed them to her. She smiled, replying in Elvish, and the other elf left. Veerle pulled the cloth away from Boromir, and instructed him to sit up.

He did so, with some effort, and she wrapped the bandages around his abdomen, carefully and gently. She smiled softly.

"There you are, sir Boromir," she said, moving to stand.

"Veerle, wait a moment and talk with me. For, a few minutes with you would heal me better than all the elves in Rivendell," he added with a smile. She returned it, and sat beside him.

"Very well, what wouldst you like to talk about?"

"Anything, as long as it's with you," he replied, tucking a wisp of hair gently behind her ear.

"Boromir, we can't-" she started, but was cut off when he kissed her. Softly at first, and although she at first pulled away, she was soon kissing him in return. He pressed a hand against her cheek, caressing it's softness tenderly.

They broke apart, Boromir touching her soft lips with his thumb. She murmured against it, and sighed contentedly. He kissed her again, this time with passion. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back intensely. Slowly, gently, he pulled her down, to lay beside him on the ground.

Moans were heard, mostly Boromir's: for it was said that romance of this sort with an Elf was incredibly pleasurable for a human. They were heard for a long time, and finally they died down as the sun rose above the mountain tops. Boromir held Veerle in his arms protectively, lovingly. She rested her head on his chest, asleep. They were both rather naked, having cast off their clothes in the midst of the passion of the night before.


Loriana woke up, her face hurting and back contorted in one of the most unusual positions ever. She groaned, and sat up. The suns rays were about to shine upon them, and she was one of the first awake; besides the elves, of course, who could also sense the sunrise nearing, and were awake as well.

She groaned once more, standing. Her back popped, and she grumbled. She had insisted that she needn't a blanket to lay upon, she was used to the ground. Indeed, she was; however, that was grassy ground, and this was ground full of rocks, twigs, and other things. She bent, touching her palms to the ground, trying to stretch her back into a normal shape.

She heard a snicker from behind her, and she straightened and turned quickly.

"Rather interesting, you are," said Strider, shaking his head.

"I'll show you interesting," she grumbled, and stretched once more. The suns' rays shone over the mountaintops, and men began to stir. She walked to Strider. They began to converse about the day's journey.

"Where's Boromir?" asked Strider, looking around. "We should consult him as well."

"I have not seen him since last night," said Loriana, glancing about.

Legolas jogged up to them just then. "Have you seen Veerle? I cannot find her."

"No," replied both Strider and Loriana, and Strider continued, "Have you seen Boromir?"

Loriana thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Oi," she said softly, and pointed in the direction that the healers were the night before, several hundred yards away.

"I believe we'll find both there," she said, and shook her head. Legolas started off in a trot, not thinking the same thing that Loriana had. He approached the clearing where Boromir and Veerle lay, just awaking under the sun.

As soon as he saw them, they saw him. Boromir glanced around, struggling to find any means of cover, but none could be found. Legolas looked away quickly, his grey eyes becoming dark with rage. He quickly swallowed it back.

"We are readying to leave," he said in a cold, indifferent voice. Then, he turned and walked back down to where the company was getting ready.

"Oh no," murmured Veerle, even as she was receiving a kiss from Boromir.


Legolas stood, waiting for the others to get ready, gazing out into the sky. He was thoughtful, pondering answers in his head. Veerle approached him from behind, quietly, but he still noticed her presence.

"Legolas-" she began, but was cut off when he turned to her.

"I wish not to speak to you now.. I wish not to speak to anyone now," he said coldly, and then walked back to the rest of the army.