Title - Deceived
Author - Rdtale
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I making any money of any of these characters.
Here's the next chapter.
Enjoy.
Boromir retreated to his rooms as quickly as possible. He did not trust these elven people. The only reason he had even considered
coming was that it had been a personal favor to Aragorn.
Boromir and Aragorn had known each other since when they were children. They had been playmates as youngsters and
comrades in battle. He had saved Aragorns life many times and his friend had returned the favor.
They disagreed on one thing, however. On the matter of other. . . lifeforms. Boromir believed that Men were the strongest of
all creatures. And as such they should dominate over all others.
He did not mind Hobbits too much, because they very feeble and giving, and dwarves mostly stayed to themselves.
Elves, however, were a different matter.
They were so arrogant. Every elf he had met had seemed to look down on him; acting as if *he* was less than them.
And they seemed to think that they were perfect and superior.
A sound on the balcony suddenly interrupted his musings.
Boromir unsheathed his sword and approached the balcony. Suddenly a figure jumped down from off the roof.
Boromir cursed, attacked. . .and found himself sprawled on the floor.
"Do not worry. I am not here to harm you." A low voice issued from beneath a cloak of blackest night.
"What do you want." Boromir growled at the figure.
"I only wish to relay some information which you will find useful. There is a particular elf by the name of Greenleaf. He holds a
dislike for the human race. He means to sabotage you and your companion."
"Why should I believe you?"
"You do not. I am only informing you of the facts." With these words the cloaked figure held up a delicate crystal necklace.
"You will come with me."
Boromir followed the cloaked figure into the night.
****one hour later****
Aragorn was walking through the gardens in search of Legolas. There seemed to be a neverendless maze of paths, however,
and he quickly found himself lost.
Aragorn had tried to comfront him at the banquet, but had been interrupted. He had seen the elf head in this direction. So he had
excused himself and followed.
Or rather, tried to.
Everything looked different in the dark. A noise broke through his thoughts and he looked up to see Lady Arwen.
She was headed in the opposite direction as he was. Aragorn called out to her and was relieved when whe headed
in his direction.
"Aragorn! What are you doing wandering through the gardens at this time of night."
"I was looking for someone and . . got lost."
Arwen smiled and offered to show hime the way back to the palace.
They walked in silence, the moon illuminating their way.
"Who were you looking for? " Arwen asked.
"Legolas, the elf that I was talking to earlier." Aragorn replied. "Have you seen him?"
"Oh yes, I met him on one of the paths. He said that he was leaving for Lothlorien tonight. He has been reasigned."
"What. . . he left?" Aragorn felt an incredible sadness well up deep inside him at these words.
Arwen moved closer to him, nodding.
"Yes." she whispered. "He said he would not return."
Before Aragorn could do anything, she moved forward and kissed him.
She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer. Numb with shock, Aragorn did not resist.
For one moment Aragorn found himself drawn to her as they kissed under the moonlight.
Then suddenly he came to his senses. Realizing what he was doing, Aragorn wrenched himself away.
"I'm sorry. I can't." With those words he left, not looking back.
Legolas stopped when he heard voices off in the distance. He headed in their direction, wondering who else would
be outside at such an hour. Legolas got close enough to recognize Aragorn's voice. Bracing himself, Legolas
stepped forward.
He froze as he saw the other figure.
Arwen.
They were walking together, talking. He strained his hearing, attempting to understand their soft words.
"Lothlorien . . ."
"would . . .return."
Suddenly a strong pair of arms wrapped themselves around him. Legolas gasped in surprise and attempted to cry out for
help.
His voice was cut off, however, when a cloth was held tightly over his nose and mouth. Legolas struggled against the iron grip, but it
only tightened.
A knife was placed against his throat, the metal cool and unyielding. A harsh voice whispered in his ear.
"Stop struggling or I'll slit your throat."
Legolas only struggled harder, trying to kick his attacker. Then he saw the sight in front of him.
There, in the clearing, Aragorn and Arwen kissed.
"Well." His assailant murmered, "She got him."
Legolas's eyes widened and filled with tears. Aragorn had . .chosen her.
He stopped trying to escape and just went limp in his attacker's arms.
His vision begain to fade as he was prevented oxygen; his lungs burned and he felt a dizziness overcome him.
With one last muffled whimper, Legoas dropped into unconsciousness.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
Another chapter is now completed. Thanks for the wonderful reviews. I encourage you to continue sending them.
It gives me the will to write faster.
Author - Rdtale
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I making any money of any of these characters.
Here's the next chapter.
Enjoy.
Boromir retreated to his rooms as quickly as possible. He did not trust these elven people. The only reason he had even considered
coming was that it had been a personal favor to Aragorn.
Boromir and Aragorn had known each other since when they were children. They had been playmates as youngsters and
comrades in battle. He had saved Aragorns life many times and his friend had returned the favor.
They disagreed on one thing, however. On the matter of other. . . lifeforms. Boromir believed that Men were the strongest of
all creatures. And as such they should dominate over all others.
He did not mind Hobbits too much, because they very feeble and giving, and dwarves mostly stayed to themselves.
Elves, however, were a different matter.
They were so arrogant. Every elf he had met had seemed to look down on him; acting as if *he* was less than them.
And they seemed to think that they were perfect and superior.
A sound on the balcony suddenly interrupted his musings.
Boromir unsheathed his sword and approached the balcony. Suddenly a figure jumped down from off the roof.
Boromir cursed, attacked. . .and found himself sprawled on the floor.
"Do not worry. I am not here to harm you." A low voice issued from beneath a cloak of blackest night.
"What do you want." Boromir growled at the figure.
"I only wish to relay some information which you will find useful. There is a particular elf by the name of Greenleaf. He holds a
dislike for the human race. He means to sabotage you and your companion."
"Why should I believe you?"
"You do not. I am only informing you of the facts." With these words the cloaked figure held up a delicate crystal necklace.
"You will come with me."
Boromir followed the cloaked figure into the night.
****one hour later****
Aragorn was walking through the gardens in search of Legolas. There seemed to be a neverendless maze of paths, however,
and he quickly found himself lost.
Aragorn had tried to comfront him at the banquet, but had been interrupted. He had seen the elf head in this direction. So he had
excused himself and followed.
Or rather, tried to.
Everything looked different in the dark. A noise broke through his thoughts and he looked up to see Lady Arwen.
She was headed in the opposite direction as he was. Aragorn called out to her and was relieved when whe headed
in his direction.
"Aragorn! What are you doing wandering through the gardens at this time of night."
"I was looking for someone and . . got lost."
Arwen smiled and offered to show hime the way back to the palace.
They walked in silence, the moon illuminating their way.
"Who were you looking for? " Arwen asked.
"Legolas, the elf that I was talking to earlier." Aragorn replied. "Have you seen him?"
"Oh yes, I met him on one of the paths. He said that he was leaving for Lothlorien tonight. He has been reasigned."
"What. . . he left?" Aragorn felt an incredible sadness well up deep inside him at these words.
Arwen moved closer to him, nodding.
"Yes." she whispered. "He said he would not return."
Before Aragorn could do anything, she moved forward and kissed him.
She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer. Numb with shock, Aragorn did not resist.
For one moment Aragorn found himself drawn to her as they kissed under the moonlight.
Then suddenly he came to his senses. Realizing what he was doing, Aragorn wrenched himself away.
"I'm sorry. I can't." With those words he left, not looking back.
Legolas stopped when he heard voices off in the distance. He headed in their direction, wondering who else would
be outside at such an hour. Legolas got close enough to recognize Aragorn's voice. Bracing himself, Legolas
stepped forward.
He froze as he saw the other figure.
Arwen.
They were walking together, talking. He strained his hearing, attempting to understand their soft words.
"Lothlorien . . ."
"would . . .return."
Suddenly a strong pair of arms wrapped themselves around him. Legolas gasped in surprise and attempted to cry out for
help.
His voice was cut off, however, when a cloth was held tightly over his nose and mouth. Legolas struggled against the iron grip, but it
only tightened.
A knife was placed against his throat, the metal cool and unyielding. A harsh voice whispered in his ear.
"Stop struggling or I'll slit your throat."
Legolas only struggled harder, trying to kick his attacker. Then he saw the sight in front of him.
There, in the clearing, Aragorn and Arwen kissed.
"Well." His assailant murmered, "She got him."
Legolas's eyes widened and filled with tears. Aragorn had . .chosen her.
He stopped trying to escape and just went limp in his attacker's arms.
His vision begain to fade as he was prevented oxygen; his lungs burned and he felt a dizziness overcome him.
With one last muffled whimper, Legoas dropped into unconsciousness.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
Another chapter is now completed. Thanks for the wonderful reviews. I encourage you to continue sending them.
It gives me the will to write faster.
