Title: Hiding
Author: Mistress of Horniness
Rating: Pg-13 (nothing bad but it contains slash)
Disclaimer: If I owned 'em this would be based on real events
Distribution: Ask and ye shall receive
Pairing: Boromir/Legolas
WARNING: Contains slash
// I don't believe I will ever understand the race of men. They are a
confusing lot, strong yet weak, brave yet fearful. They are full of
contradictions. // Such thoughts were the most prominent in Legolas' mind as
he studied the humans in the company.
Both sat with shoulders hunched, their faces turned to the ground. Firelight
danced upon their faces, making an eerie play of light and shadow. The waves
of sadness coming from the bent shoulders were enough to cause the elf a
tinge of pain that was grew daily, turning almost to physical illness.
// Tthey carry so much love, yet they do not rejoice
in the knowledge. They hide from love's warm embrace, hoping to escape her
notice. // Legolas chuckled mentally at the thought; no one could escape
love. He sighed in confusion at the thought that anybody would want to.
"Aragorn." Legolas waited patiently for the man to lift his head in
acknowledgment of the softly spoken name. "I would talk to you in private if
you do not mind."
"Of course Legolas." Fallowing the elf a little ways from the camp, out of
hearing distance but not out of sight. "What is it that you wish to speak
with me about?"
"Boromir." Watching the man flinch at the name he laid a hand on his
friend's arm, squeezing lightly in reassurance before he dropped it and
continued. "I know that there is something on your mind and I would like you
to share the burden with me, for if you do not it will only drag you down
farther. And that would be trouble not only for you but for the rest of the
company, and I will not have that." Although he spoke softly there was a
layer of steel in his voice and Aragorn knew better than to refuse the elf's
request.
"I am not sure of what troubles me exactly." Sighing he ran a hand through
his hair before continuing, "There are strange feelings claiming my heart,
yet I do not know what they are or how to stop them."
"Describe your feelings. Maybe speaking them aloud will help quite the
turmoil I sense in your soul."
"I feel...I feel as though someone has stolen my very breath from my body.
It is though the light in his eyes rivals that of the sun. I know I love him
but I do not know yet how I love him, these feeling are unknown to me, it is
not the way a brother loves his sister or that of a son loving his father. I
am confused; I think I am trying to deny that I love him as a true lover
because I know that he could never feel the same way about me. I am the man
who will eventually take his father's place as ruler of Gondor. I will be
the one he must bow to. He will no longer be able to make decisions for the
kingdom he holds so dear without my consent."
"You do not make the rules of love for there are none. Do not presume to
know if Boromir can love you or not, for if you do you may miss out on a
love to rival that of Celeborn and Galadriel." Saying no more than that
Legolas walked back to the campsite. Ignoring the curious looks he was
getting he unrolled his blanket and prepared for rest. Smiling, he heard the
heir of Isildur speak Boromir's name, beckoning him into the woods.
Author: Mistress of Horniness
Rating: Pg-13 (nothing bad but it contains slash)
Disclaimer: If I owned 'em this would be based on real events
Distribution: Ask and ye shall receive
Pairing: Boromir/Legolas
WARNING: Contains slash
// I don't believe I will ever understand the race of men. They are a
confusing lot, strong yet weak, brave yet fearful. They are full of
contradictions. // Such thoughts were the most prominent in Legolas' mind as
he studied the humans in the company.
Both sat with shoulders hunched, their faces turned to the ground. Firelight
danced upon their faces, making an eerie play of light and shadow. The waves
of sadness coming from the bent shoulders were enough to cause the elf a
tinge of pain that was grew daily, turning almost to physical illness.
// Tthey carry so much love, yet they do not rejoice
in the knowledge. They hide from love's warm embrace, hoping to escape her
notice. // Legolas chuckled mentally at the thought; no one could escape
love. He sighed in confusion at the thought that anybody would want to.
"Aragorn." Legolas waited patiently for the man to lift his head in
acknowledgment of the softly spoken name. "I would talk to you in private if
you do not mind."
"Of course Legolas." Fallowing the elf a little ways from the camp, out of
hearing distance but not out of sight. "What is it that you wish to speak
with me about?"
"Boromir." Watching the man flinch at the name he laid a hand on his
friend's arm, squeezing lightly in reassurance before he dropped it and
continued. "I know that there is something on your mind and I would like you
to share the burden with me, for if you do not it will only drag you down
farther. And that would be trouble not only for you but for the rest of the
company, and I will not have that." Although he spoke softly there was a
layer of steel in his voice and Aragorn knew better than to refuse the elf's
request.
"I am not sure of what troubles me exactly." Sighing he ran a hand through
his hair before continuing, "There are strange feelings claiming my heart,
yet I do not know what they are or how to stop them."
"Describe your feelings. Maybe speaking them aloud will help quite the
turmoil I sense in your soul."
"I feel...I feel as though someone has stolen my very breath from my body.
It is though the light in his eyes rivals that of the sun. I know I love him
but I do not know yet how I love him, these feeling are unknown to me, it is
not the way a brother loves his sister or that of a son loving his father. I
am confused; I think I am trying to deny that I love him as a true lover
because I know that he could never feel the same way about me. I am the man
who will eventually take his father's place as ruler of Gondor. I will be
the one he must bow to. He will no longer be able to make decisions for the
kingdom he holds so dear without my consent."
"You do not make the rules of love for there are none. Do not presume to
know if Boromir can love you or not, for if you do you may miss out on a
love to rival that of Celeborn and Galadriel." Saying no more than that
Legolas walked back to the campsite. Ignoring the curious looks he was
getting he unrolled his blanket and prepared for rest. Smiling, he heard the
heir of Isildur speak Boromir's name, beckoning him into the woods.