Author's Notes: Okay, I've been a bit quicker with this one, right? Homework is still very much hanging over my head, but I've sacrificed a Monday afternoon when I should be catching up with all my many assignments to do this for all my lovely readers.
Please, please, please review this, even if you've reviewed before. It would mean so much to me. I was a bit upset with the number of reviews for my last chapter, but the ones I got were so lovely that it did make up for it. Oh, apart from the review from 'me' (not *me*, obviously, but someone calling themselves 'me') that said that I was wrong to make Boromir evil-minded. Well, I'm sorry if you got the wrong impression about Boromir's character in this. I never intended for him to be evil-minded, I swear. I've never looked upon Boromir as evil; if anything, I see him as the tragic hero of FOTR. His character is deep-set in Greek tragedy; he has that fatal flaw that eventually leads to his death. In any case, 'me', you only reviewed for the first chapter, which probably means you didn't bother to read the rest of my story, and I really don't see how you could have deduced that Boromir was evil-minded from just that one chapter. Boromir *will* get nicer in this story; not in this chapter, but definitely within the next few. And I do stress the 'er' in that. I'm never going to make him a complete sweetheart. He's far too interesting for that!
We're on more familiar territory with this chapter, as it's mainly the council of Elrond. The dialogue may have changed slightly from the movie, as I can't remember it word for word... I've tried to keep it to a minimum, because I generally dislike doing perspectives of actual scenes in movies, as they usually come across as a tad trite. Hopefully I've done okay with this, but the narrative definitely doesn't flow as well as usual. I've tried my best, though. I don't think it's too awful ;) Oh, and there's not much slash at all going on in this chapter. The next chapter is going to be a lot smuttier, I promise!
Disclaimer: Yeah sure, I own 'em all. I have a passage at the back of my closet that takes me to Middle Earth, and there I have all the fellowship working on my cattle ranch with very little clothes on.
And if you believe that, there's no hope left for you.
Chapter 5
//Legolas woke the following morning feeling more refreshed than he had done in days. Of course, it was the first full night he had slept right through in several weeks. Boromir had normally proven to be a... distraction. Legolas smiled fondly as he thought of the human, but it did not last long as he remembered their argument yesterday. Perhaps Boromir had calmed down since then. Maybe he would finally be willing to talk about what troubled him so.
Rising quickly, he went about preparing himself for the day ahead. Changing into clean clothes, he hummed softly underneath his breath, before sitting down in front of the mirror to rebraid his hair. Some had come loose during the night, and were now falling persistently into his eyes. He pulled it back systematically, before intricately braiding the individual strands. Boromir usually watched him doing this, fascinated by how fast Legolas' fingers would weave in and out of the silken hair. But Legolas tried his hardest not to think of the human. Who was to say when Boromir would next wake up by his side?
A loud knock sounded on the wooden door to his room, and he glanced up, suddenly nervous. Was that him? Who else could it be?
"Come in." Legolas called out. The door opened, and he saw Aragorn standing at the other side, smiling slightly when he saw Legolas braiding the last few strands.
"It's longer than I remembered it."
"Ay, and much harder to manage." Legolas smiled back. He stood up and embraced the human, who pulled him close, only letting him go when Legolas made a concerted effort to pull away.
"How are you, my dear Legolas?" Aragorn asked him. "You seem despondent."
"I'm fine, Aragorn." Legolas tried to assure him, whilst trying to think up a reason why he might seem downcast that didn't involve telling Aragorn about Boromir. "I... I was just wondering what Elrond's council is about."
Aragorn did not notice Legolas stumbling on his words, for the mention of the council brought about a dark shadow to his face. "I'm sure we will all find out in due time."
"You know something, don't you?" Legolas probed him. He could see it in the human's eyes; the same look he had seen in Elrond's. "What is it Aragorn?"
"Do not ask that of me, Legolas. Elrond will explain everything later on today. Surely you are not so impatient you cannot wait?"
"Nay, of course not." Legolas shook his head. "I will hold my questions for now."
"Will you accompany me to breakfast?" Aragorn asked him.
"Won't the lady Arwen object?" Legolas smiled knowingly. A flicker of an unreadable emotion passed across the human's face, before he shook his head, chuckling.
"Arwen does now own me, Legolas. We are our own person."
"As long as you are quite sure." Legolas said. "She has always been extremely... strong-minded."
"A fact of which I am fully aware." Aragorn agreed. "But let us not talk of Arwen. I am far more interested in finding out how you have been these last few months."
***
Legolas and Aragorn sat down to breakfast in good spirits, but it was not long before a shadow fell over their company. As they ate and talked in length about news from Mirkwood, Legolas saw Boromir stride into the great dining room. His eyes scanned the room, as if looking for something, until they finally fell on Legolas and Aragorn. The elf cast his eyes down, unable to bear the contempt he saw in Boromir's.
"What is it, Legolas?" Aragorn asked him, sensing his distress. He looked round to where Legolas had been looking, and a frown formed on his face when he saw Boromir staring at him. "Who is that man?"
"His name is Boromir." Legolas whispered.
"And what relation is he to you?"
"None." Legolas answered him.
"Do not lie to me, Legolas." Aragorn put a hand on his shoulder. Boromir stormed back out of the room, leaving the other inhabitants of the hall whispering questioningly.
"We were lovers." Legolas finally told him. Aragorn stared at him, his face full of disbelief.
"But you..."
"What?" Legolas looked at him. Aragorn faltered. "What do you want to say?"
"I just never imagined that you thought of men; human or elf, in such a way."
"I have never given you any reason to think otherwise, have I?"
"No, but..." Aragorn frowned. "But he is human, Legolas. Surely you could do better for yourself?"
"Maybe I can. But I loved him." Legolas sighed. "If I am perfectly honest, I still do."
"He does not deserve your love."
"How can you say such a thing? You have never met him."
"I have seen enough. He has a look in his eyes that I do not trust."
"You do not know him like I do." Legolas whispered. Aragorn stared at him, his face filling with sorrow.
"I am sorry, Legolas. You're right; it is wrong of me to cast assumptions. I have always been over-protective towards you. You have told me so yourself countless times."
"Ay, I have." Legolas nodded. "And in any case, you need not worry. Boromir and I fought yesterday, and he told me he no longer wants to be with me."
"Then he is a fool." Aragorn told Legolas angrily. "How he could not desire you is quite beyond me."
"Oh, he desires me, I am quite sure of that." Legolas smiled acerbically. "It is commitment that he seems to shun."
"In either case, he is a fool." Aragorn rested his hand on Legolas'. "And any human that causes such a fair creature this kind of grief does not deserve its love."
***
Legolas took his seat with the other elves at the council of Elrond. Across the circle, he saw Boromir gazing at him, his eyes seeming to mock him. Legolas looked across to Aragorn, but the human was distracted with his own thoughts, and he did not see or hear anything around him.
Finally Elrond started the proceedings, and began to tell of the One Ring, forged in the darkness, lost for centuries... Legolas had heard the stories before, but they never ceased to amaze him. How such a tiny object could bring so much terror and evil to middle-earth... it seemed incomprehensible, but at the same time it was a threat that was always present. And no more so than today, as the little hobbit Frodo placed it in the table at the centre of the circle. There was a collective gasp from around the circle, and Legolas stared at it wide-eyed. How could this be? How did it come to pass to the hands of a hobbit? Legolas stared at Frodo, whose bright blue eyes seemed to omit an emotion somewhere between relief, at finally placing the ring down, and terror, as the ring glinted evilly in the sunlight, singing a song of darkness and horror the like of which Legolas had never heard.
After everyone had recovered from the initial shock, suggestions soon began to pour in as to what should be done with the Ring. The most popular line of action seemed for it to be destroyed, but Legolas was unsurprised when Boromir suggested something quite different.
"Let us use the ring against the enemy."
Elrond quickly reproached the human, telling him in no uncertain terms that the ring could only be wielded by its master, Sauron. But Boromir did not seem convinced, and Legolas recognised the same look in the human's eyes when he looked at the ring as when he looked upon Legolas... unmistakable lust.
More arguments were upheld, but it was not until Boromir turned on Aragorn that Legolas reacted. The two humans faced each other, their eyes burning with hatred, as Boromir referred to Aragorn as a 'mere ranger'. Legolas stood up, unable to sit back and let Boromir insult his friend.
"This is no mere ranger. This is Aragorn, son of Arathorn and heir to the throne of Gondor. You owe him your allegiance." He told Boromir. The human stared at him, the expression on his face bitter with contempt.
"Sit down, Legolas." Aragorn motioned for the elf to sit down, and Legolas complied, his anger still burning strong.
Boromir sat down too, but Legolas heard him mutter softly 'Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king." The words sent a chill down his spine, but he quickly turned his attention to the task at hand. The ring had to be destroyed, and the only way to do so, they were told, was to cast it back into the fires of Mount Doom, where it had first been forged. Thus the fellowship was assembled; nine of them in total, but the high number did little to ease Legolas' foreboding. For Boromir had also volunteered his services. The journey to Mordor would be a long, terrible one, and Legolas would have no chance of avoiding the human once they had set off. So it was with a heavy heart that he left the council of Elrond; and so consumed was he with his thoughts that he did not notice Boromir following closely behind him.//
Please, please, please review this, even if you've reviewed before. It would mean so much to me. I was a bit upset with the number of reviews for my last chapter, but the ones I got were so lovely that it did make up for it. Oh, apart from the review from 'me' (not *me*, obviously, but someone calling themselves 'me') that said that I was wrong to make Boromir evil-minded. Well, I'm sorry if you got the wrong impression about Boromir's character in this. I never intended for him to be evil-minded, I swear. I've never looked upon Boromir as evil; if anything, I see him as the tragic hero of FOTR. His character is deep-set in Greek tragedy; he has that fatal flaw that eventually leads to his death. In any case, 'me', you only reviewed for the first chapter, which probably means you didn't bother to read the rest of my story, and I really don't see how you could have deduced that Boromir was evil-minded from just that one chapter. Boromir *will* get nicer in this story; not in this chapter, but definitely within the next few. And I do stress the 'er' in that. I'm never going to make him a complete sweetheart. He's far too interesting for that!
We're on more familiar territory with this chapter, as it's mainly the council of Elrond. The dialogue may have changed slightly from the movie, as I can't remember it word for word... I've tried to keep it to a minimum, because I generally dislike doing perspectives of actual scenes in movies, as they usually come across as a tad trite. Hopefully I've done okay with this, but the narrative definitely doesn't flow as well as usual. I've tried my best, though. I don't think it's too awful ;) Oh, and there's not much slash at all going on in this chapter. The next chapter is going to be a lot smuttier, I promise!
Disclaimer: Yeah sure, I own 'em all. I have a passage at the back of my closet that takes me to Middle Earth, and there I have all the fellowship working on my cattle ranch with very little clothes on.
And if you believe that, there's no hope left for you.
Chapter 5
//Legolas woke the following morning feeling more refreshed than he had done in days. Of course, it was the first full night he had slept right through in several weeks. Boromir had normally proven to be a... distraction. Legolas smiled fondly as he thought of the human, but it did not last long as he remembered their argument yesterday. Perhaps Boromir had calmed down since then. Maybe he would finally be willing to talk about what troubled him so.
Rising quickly, he went about preparing himself for the day ahead. Changing into clean clothes, he hummed softly underneath his breath, before sitting down in front of the mirror to rebraid his hair. Some had come loose during the night, and were now falling persistently into his eyes. He pulled it back systematically, before intricately braiding the individual strands. Boromir usually watched him doing this, fascinated by how fast Legolas' fingers would weave in and out of the silken hair. But Legolas tried his hardest not to think of the human. Who was to say when Boromir would next wake up by his side?
A loud knock sounded on the wooden door to his room, and he glanced up, suddenly nervous. Was that him? Who else could it be?
"Come in." Legolas called out. The door opened, and he saw Aragorn standing at the other side, smiling slightly when he saw Legolas braiding the last few strands.
"It's longer than I remembered it."
"Ay, and much harder to manage." Legolas smiled back. He stood up and embraced the human, who pulled him close, only letting him go when Legolas made a concerted effort to pull away.
"How are you, my dear Legolas?" Aragorn asked him. "You seem despondent."
"I'm fine, Aragorn." Legolas tried to assure him, whilst trying to think up a reason why he might seem downcast that didn't involve telling Aragorn about Boromir. "I... I was just wondering what Elrond's council is about."
Aragorn did not notice Legolas stumbling on his words, for the mention of the council brought about a dark shadow to his face. "I'm sure we will all find out in due time."
"You know something, don't you?" Legolas probed him. He could see it in the human's eyes; the same look he had seen in Elrond's. "What is it Aragorn?"
"Do not ask that of me, Legolas. Elrond will explain everything later on today. Surely you are not so impatient you cannot wait?"
"Nay, of course not." Legolas shook his head. "I will hold my questions for now."
"Will you accompany me to breakfast?" Aragorn asked him.
"Won't the lady Arwen object?" Legolas smiled knowingly. A flicker of an unreadable emotion passed across the human's face, before he shook his head, chuckling.
"Arwen does now own me, Legolas. We are our own person."
"As long as you are quite sure." Legolas said. "She has always been extremely... strong-minded."
"A fact of which I am fully aware." Aragorn agreed. "But let us not talk of Arwen. I am far more interested in finding out how you have been these last few months."
***
Legolas and Aragorn sat down to breakfast in good spirits, but it was not long before a shadow fell over their company. As they ate and talked in length about news from Mirkwood, Legolas saw Boromir stride into the great dining room. His eyes scanned the room, as if looking for something, until they finally fell on Legolas and Aragorn. The elf cast his eyes down, unable to bear the contempt he saw in Boromir's.
"What is it, Legolas?" Aragorn asked him, sensing his distress. He looked round to where Legolas had been looking, and a frown formed on his face when he saw Boromir staring at him. "Who is that man?"
"His name is Boromir." Legolas whispered.
"And what relation is he to you?"
"None." Legolas answered him.
"Do not lie to me, Legolas." Aragorn put a hand on his shoulder. Boromir stormed back out of the room, leaving the other inhabitants of the hall whispering questioningly.
"We were lovers." Legolas finally told him. Aragorn stared at him, his face full of disbelief.
"But you..."
"What?" Legolas looked at him. Aragorn faltered. "What do you want to say?"
"I just never imagined that you thought of men; human or elf, in such a way."
"I have never given you any reason to think otherwise, have I?"
"No, but..." Aragorn frowned. "But he is human, Legolas. Surely you could do better for yourself?"
"Maybe I can. But I loved him." Legolas sighed. "If I am perfectly honest, I still do."
"He does not deserve your love."
"How can you say such a thing? You have never met him."
"I have seen enough. He has a look in his eyes that I do not trust."
"You do not know him like I do." Legolas whispered. Aragorn stared at him, his face filling with sorrow.
"I am sorry, Legolas. You're right; it is wrong of me to cast assumptions. I have always been over-protective towards you. You have told me so yourself countless times."
"Ay, I have." Legolas nodded. "And in any case, you need not worry. Boromir and I fought yesterday, and he told me he no longer wants to be with me."
"Then he is a fool." Aragorn told Legolas angrily. "How he could not desire you is quite beyond me."
"Oh, he desires me, I am quite sure of that." Legolas smiled acerbically. "It is commitment that he seems to shun."
"In either case, he is a fool." Aragorn rested his hand on Legolas'. "And any human that causes such a fair creature this kind of grief does not deserve its love."
***
Legolas took his seat with the other elves at the council of Elrond. Across the circle, he saw Boromir gazing at him, his eyes seeming to mock him. Legolas looked across to Aragorn, but the human was distracted with his own thoughts, and he did not see or hear anything around him.
Finally Elrond started the proceedings, and began to tell of the One Ring, forged in the darkness, lost for centuries... Legolas had heard the stories before, but they never ceased to amaze him. How such a tiny object could bring so much terror and evil to middle-earth... it seemed incomprehensible, but at the same time it was a threat that was always present. And no more so than today, as the little hobbit Frodo placed it in the table at the centre of the circle. There was a collective gasp from around the circle, and Legolas stared at it wide-eyed. How could this be? How did it come to pass to the hands of a hobbit? Legolas stared at Frodo, whose bright blue eyes seemed to omit an emotion somewhere between relief, at finally placing the ring down, and terror, as the ring glinted evilly in the sunlight, singing a song of darkness and horror the like of which Legolas had never heard.
After everyone had recovered from the initial shock, suggestions soon began to pour in as to what should be done with the Ring. The most popular line of action seemed for it to be destroyed, but Legolas was unsurprised when Boromir suggested something quite different.
"Let us use the ring against the enemy."
Elrond quickly reproached the human, telling him in no uncertain terms that the ring could only be wielded by its master, Sauron. But Boromir did not seem convinced, and Legolas recognised the same look in the human's eyes when he looked at the ring as when he looked upon Legolas... unmistakable lust.
More arguments were upheld, but it was not until Boromir turned on Aragorn that Legolas reacted. The two humans faced each other, their eyes burning with hatred, as Boromir referred to Aragorn as a 'mere ranger'. Legolas stood up, unable to sit back and let Boromir insult his friend.
"This is no mere ranger. This is Aragorn, son of Arathorn and heir to the throne of Gondor. You owe him your allegiance." He told Boromir. The human stared at him, the expression on his face bitter with contempt.
"Sit down, Legolas." Aragorn motioned for the elf to sit down, and Legolas complied, his anger still burning strong.
Boromir sat down too, but Legolas heard him mutter softly 'Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king." The words sent a chill down his spine, but he quickly turned his attention to the task at hand. The ring had to be destroyed, and the only way to do so, they were told, was to cast it back into the fires of Mount Doom, where it had first been forged. Thus the fellowship was assembled; nine of them in total, but the high number did little to ease Legolas' foreboding. For Boromir had also volunteered his services. The journey to Mordor would be a long, terrible one, and Legolas would have no chance of avoiding the human once they had set off. So it was with a heavy heart that he left the council of Elrond; and so consumed was he with his thoughts that he did not notice Boromir following closely behind him.//