I am very happy with the way this story I coming along. My muse is happy
for now, but I don't know how long it will be until she goes on her next
vacation. Hopefully I can finish this story before then. Legolas is a bit
OOC in this chapter, but that is because he's angry and sad and depressed
all at the same time. This chapter starts out in the present time and then
goes into Legolas's story. Enjoy!
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"And that's the first time I saw him," whispered Legolas dreamily.
"Him?" asked Haldir looking confused, but then he seemed to understand when the younger elf nodded. "Oh my god Legolas, is that why…" Legolas nodded again and Haldir gasped. "I'm so sorry. If I had known…"
"Shhh, my friend. It's my fault for being so prideful. But maybe now you'll be able to understand…"
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I gasped, not believing I was seeing. "Boromir?" I whispered. The other human I loathed above all other things. I had never trusted him, even during the quest, and now here he was, sitting on my bed.
"Get out, you bastard!" I yelled. "I don't know how you survived or how you had the courage to come here, but get out!"
"What are you talking about?" he asked a confused look in his beautiful gray eyes.
"Beautiful?" I asked myself. "Where did that come from?" Shaking off that thought I continued advancing on him. "How the hell did you get in here? Aragorn would never allow it…"
"Aragorn invited me," he said and I gaped openly. Aragorn invited him? How could that be? Boromir betrayed all of us…Then suddenly a light bulb flicked on in my head. A light bulb that brought back memories…
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* Flashback *
It was the night after we had left Lothlorein. I went off alone to find some quiet. I sat by myself for awhile until I heard someone coming towards me. Instinctively I grabbed my bow, but relaxed when I saw it was only Boromir.
"'Tis only you, Boromir," I said leaning back against the tree, and closing my eyes. I wish I hadn't or I would have noticed the evil smile on the human's face.
"It's a pity," he whispered circling me.
"What's a pity?" I asked feeling uneasy.
"That such beauty is going to be wasted."
"Speak not in riddles, my friend."
"As you wish," he hissed before lunging at me. Yelling I tried to get out of the way but Boromir landed heavily on top of me.
"Why are you doing this?" I panted, struggling to free myself. I noticed a mad gleam in Boromir's eyes.
"Don't be so naive elf. I see you and the ranger together. And you shouldn't belong to him. You should be mine."
"I don't belong to anyone," I hissed. "Aragorn will come."
"How can you be sure elf? Humans are so fickle." I stopped struggling wondering how he knew exactly what I was worried about. But then I realize he was just toying with me. With my last amount of energy I spit in his face.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he whispered pressing a dagger against my throat.
I whimpered as I felt blood trickle down my neck and into my shirt. "You wouldn't kill me, Boromir?"
"You apparently don't know me very well elf,"
"Aragorn wouldn't turn away from me," I said and Boromir just laughed. "I'm afraid that when your love finally arrives it will be too late." But he stopped suddenly when a sword hilt came down on his head. He fell back limply and I got out from under him. I stared into Aragorn's face and leaned into his strong arms.
"Are you alright my love?" he asked, kissing the top of my head.
"I think so," I replied. But after that I would never be the same again.
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And now Boromir was back. To try and kill me again, I was certain of that. But this time Aragorn had arranged it. To leave me was one thing, but did he really want me dead? Did he loathe me that much? These thoughts brought tears to my eyes again, and I fell to the floor. If the one I loved wanted me dead the why shouldn't I die?
"Are you alright?" Boromir asked, his gray eyes filled with concern. He stooped down next to me, brushing my hair out of my face, with much more tenderness that Aragorn had.
"Go on and kill me!" I yelled, flinching when I felt his hand graze my cheek. "I deserve to die!"
"No you don't. No one does, especially a marvelous creature such as yourself."
These words left me speechless. Boromir would never say that, even to his lover, if he ever had one.
"You mean, you're not here to kill me?" I asked softly, staring up at him. He looked like Boromir, just different in a way I couldn't comprehend.
"Why would I want to kill you? I don't even know you."
"What do you mean you don't know me? I'm Legolas, the elf you tried to kill all those years ago. Remember now?" What was he trying to do, make me drop my guard?
"Uh, I can't say that I do," he said chuckling. "I've never met an elf before, much less one that seems to have as many problems as you."
"Who are you to say that I have problems?" I snapped.
"My name is Faramir. And if I say you have problems, you have problems." My breath caught in my throat. This was Boromir's brother? I felt like such and idiot.
"God I'm so sorry," I whispered. I had let all my emotions running inside of me take control. That made me want to kick myself. "I didn't mean all those things I said. Especially about your brother."
"It's ok. He was a valiant man, just a little blind to the fact that others had feelings too." Faramir helped me to my feet. Our faces were inches apart and I wondered how I mistook him for Boromir. They looked almost identical, yet Faramir looked so much more noble and wiser than his brother had. Tears were still coming and Faramir reached out and dried them with his thumb. I smiled, for his touch sent electricity through my veins. It was a different feeling from when Aragorn touched me. But thinking about Aragorn made me break down again.
Despite the fact I had only known Faramir for a few minuets his arms seemed very inviting. I leaned forward into his strong embrace, forgetting everything.
"It's alright," he whispered gently stroking my golden hair. Neither of us noticed that Aragorn was knocking on the door. "I'm so sorry Faramir, but you'll have to share a room with Legolas." My heart ached when I heard him say my name. It was if someone had dropped poison on his tongue. "We have so many guests…" He opened the door and stopped speaking abruptly when he saw us. A wicked grin crossed his face, as we moved apart, blushing.
"Well, well, well," he murmured in elvish. "I see you've made another conquest elf." Before I could retort he turned to Faramir. "You must be hungry from your journey," he said, he said switching back to the common tongue. "Come, we will go to the feast."
Faramir glanced at Aragorn, before looking at me. "It was nice meeting you…Legolas." He winked at me. I felt my heart skip a beat as he smiled and followed Aragorn out of our room. But then my lightheadedness got replaced by a strange feeling in my stomach. What was I doing? Falling in lov…No that was not possible. Humans were bastards who only cared about their own affairs. But no matter how I tried to stop it, images of Faramir kept on surfacing to the top of my brain. But there was one good thing about this. At least thoughts of Aragorn weren't bothering me.
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"And that's the first time I saw him," whispered Legolas dreamily.
"Him?" asked Haldir looking confused, but then he seemed to understand when the younger elf nodded. "Oh my god Legolas, is that why…" Legolas nodded again and Haldir gasped. "I'm so sorry. If I had known…"
"Shhh, my friend. It's my fault for being so prideful. But maybe now you'll be able to understand…"
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I gasped, not believing I was seeing. "Boromir?" I whispered. The other human I loathed above all other things. I had never trusted him, even during the quest, and now here he was, sitting on my bed.
"Get out, you bastard!" I yelled. "I don't know how you survived or how you had the courage to come here, but get out!"
"What are you talking about?" he asked a confused look in his beautiful gray eyes.
"Beautiful?" I asked myself. "Where did that come from?" Shaking off that thought I continued advancing on him. "How the hell did you get in here? Aragorn would never allow it…"
"Aragorn invited me," he said and I gaped openly. Aragorn invited him? How could that be? Boromir betrayed all of us…Then suddenly a light bulb flicked on in my head. A light bulb that brought back memories…
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* Flashback *
It was the night after we had left Lothlorein. I went off alone to find some quiet. I sat by myself for awhile until I heard someone coming towards me. Instinctively I grabbed my bow, but relaxed when I saw it was only Boromir.
"'Tis only you, Boromir," I said leaning back against the tree, and closing my eyes. I wish I hadn't or I would have noticed the evil smile on the human's face.
"It's a pity," he whispered circling me.
"What's a pity?" I asked feeling uneasy.
"That such beauty is going to be wasted."
"Speak not in riddles, my friend."
"As you wish," he hissed before lunging at me. Yelling I tried to get out of the way but Boromir landed heavily on top of me.
"Why are you doing this?" I panted, struggling to free myself. I noticed a mad gleam in Boromir's eyes.
"Don't be so naive elf. I see you and the ranger together. And you shouldn't belong to him. You should be mine."
"I don't belong to anyone," I hissed. "Aragorn will come."
"How can you be sure elf? Humans are so fickle." I stopped struggling wondering how he knew exactly what I was worried about. But then I realize he was just toying with me. With my last amount of energy I spit in his face.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he whispered pressing a dagger against my throat.
I whimpered as I felt blood trickle down my neck and into my shirt. "You wouldn't kill me, Boromir?"
"You apparently don't know me very well elf,"
"Aragorn wouldn't turn away from me," I said and Boromir just laughed. "I'm afraid that when your love finally arrives it will be too late." But he stopped suddenly when a sword hilt came down on his head. He fell back limply and I got out from under him. I stared into Aragorn's face and leaned into his strong arms.
"Are you alright my love?" he asked, kissing the top of my head.
"I think so," I replied. But after that I would never be the same again.
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And now Boromir was back. To try and kill me again, I was certain of that. But this time Aragorn had arranged it. To leave me was one thing, but did he really want me dead? Did he loathe me that much? These thoughts brought tears to my eyes again, and I fell to the floor. If the one I loved wanted me dead the why shouldn't I die?
"Are you alright?" Boromir asked, his gray eyes filled with concern. He stooped down next to me, brushing my hair out of my face, with much more tenderness that Aragorn had.
"Go on and kill me!" I yelled, flinching when I felt his hand graze my cheek. "I deserve to die!"
"No you don't. No one does, especially a marvelous creature such as yourself."
These words left me speechless. Boromir would never say that, even to his lover, if he ever had one.
"You mean, you're not here to kill me?" I asked softly, staring up at him. He looked like Boromir, just different in a way I couldn't comprehend.
"Why would I want to kill you? I don't even know you."
"What do you mean you don't know me? I'm Legolas, the elf you tried to kill all those years ago. Remember now?" What was he trying to do, make me drop my guard?
"Uh, I can't say that I do," he said chuckling. "I've never met an elf before, much less one that seems to have as many problems as you."
"Who are you to say that I have problems?" I snapped.
"My name is Faramir. And if I say you have problems, you have problems." My breath caught in my throat. This was Boromir's brother? I felt like such and idiot.
"God I'm so sorry," I whispered. I had let all my emotions running inside of me take control. That made me want to kick myself. "I didn't mean all those things I said. Especially about your brother."
"It's ok. He was a valiant man, just a little blind to the fact that others had feelings too." Faramir helped me to my feet. Our faces were inches apart and I wondered how I mistook him for Boromir. They looked almost identical, yet Faramir looked so much more noble and wiser than his brother had. Tears were still coming and Faramir reached out and dried them with his thumb. I smiled, for his touch sent electricity through my veins. It was a different feeling from when Aragorn touched me. But thinking about Aragorn made me break down again.
Despite the fact I had only known Faramir for a few minuets his arms seemed very inviting. I leaned forward into his strong embrace, forgetting everything.
"It's alright," he whispered gently stroking my golden hair. Neither of us noticed that Aragorn was knocking on the door. "I'm so sorry Faramir, but you'll have to share a room with Legolas." My heart ached when I heard him say my name. It was if someone had dropped poison on his tongue. "We have so many guests…" He opened the door and stopped speaking abruptly when he saw us. A wicked grin crossed his face, as we moved apart, blushing.
"Well, well, well," he murmured in elvish. "I see you've made another conquest elf." Before I could retort he turned to Faramir. "You must be hungry from your journey," he said, he said switching back to the common tongue. "Come, we will go to the feast."
Faramir glanced at Aragorn, before looking at me. "It was nice meeting you…Legolas." He winked at me. I felt my heart skip a beat as he smiled and followed Aragorn out of our room. But then my lightheadedness got replaced by a strange feeling in my stomach. What was I doing? Falling in lov…No that was not possible. Humans were bastards who only cared about their own affairs. But no matter how I tried to stop it, images of Faramir kept on surfacing to the top of my brain. But there was one good thing about this. At least thoughts of Aragorn weren't bothering me.