Authors note : This one took so LONG to write I hope its good! AAAARGGGGG!!!!! Serious writers block, I couldn't think up anything for this chapter except for a scene with Legolas bathing WOOOO! *Drools* Which, sadly, isn't in this one. *sighs* But it should be in the next one "Of Bad Timing and Underhanded Orc Attacks."(title may be subject to change) and you get to see him running around in a towel too!! Wahoo!
Ok Again sorry this chapter took so long to write I'm still having serious writers block! Please HELP!! And THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH to everyone who reviewed, I'm still working on all those darned emails! Please be patient!
Wow, that was short.
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Chapter : 6 "Of Heartbreak and Understanding Between Friends."
Legolas shifted again upon his feather soft bed moving into a half seated position, the closeness of the body hovering next to him stifling his movements. Again, his face looked towards the person, but his non-blinking, unresponsive eyes stared chillingly at nothing, sending a silent shiver jetting down Aragorn's spine. Seeing the elf's eyes like that, it was worse then watching him sleep. Far worse. Over the years, the Ranger had grown accustomed to the elvish sleeping habits and their deceptively alert eyes while they slumbered, but now those lovely chocolate orbs were just... dead.
He suppressed another shudder and turned his attention back to the elf's confusion and slightly flustered distress. "Who are you? Am I back at the Inn?" Legolas asked again, pushing gently away from Aragorn to lean against the headboard of the long bed, weary of the strangely silent person who seemed to just simply refuse his request of informing the elf of his identity. That made him nervous.
Carefully, Legolas reached again to his head and paused surprised at coming in contact with the odd crown upon his brow. `What is this?' he thought, running his nimble fingers over the soft silver band a sharp shiver rolling through his form upon the contact. He then noted that his long hair was unbound and reluctantly let it fall, not used to leaving his hair free.
Aragorn slowly reached forward watching as Legolas tensed when he heard him move, and took up the elf's fair face in one hand. `Tis all right lirimaer(1). I shan't hurt you..' The Ranger mouthed, his words again taking no sound. The elf stiffened more at the touch, yet it felt oddly familiar to him and so warm... his eyebrow quirked up in confusion.
Carefully, Strider took hold of Legolas' still raised hand and brought it down on his own weary face, letting his gentle shivering touch wisp like air across his weathered yet beautifully handsome features. The prince seemed innocently fascinated and reached forward with his right hand bringing it up to meet his more busy one, running nimble fingers over Aragorn's nose, and gentle cheeks, through his unruly hair and over his scruffy and enthralling beard, then over his lips; lingering there a tad bit longer then he had meant.
Aragorn caught his breath as he stared hard at the Angel Elf before him a strange weight stirring in his stomach, feeling a strong heat rising upon his cheeks and throughout his body. A particular fire building and burning fierce between his legs.
He blushed hard as he recognized just what the lovely elf's ministrations were doing to him and again for what seemed like the hundredth time cursed this bewitched town and his own traitorous body. `Stars he shouldn't be feeling such things! ESPECIALLY right now!'
Recognition finally dawned on the prince and flitted across his face and he smiled softly at his friend, letting his hands rest upon the rangers cheeks. "Aragorn." He whispered, his smile widening momentarily as he felt the Ranger nod then confusion again settled upon his softly glowing features. "Why did you not answer?" Legolas asked, removing his hands from Aragorn's face only to have the man recapture one of them again.
Aragorn pushed down his bodies reaction and his passionate thoughts and gently placed the innocent elf's hand again lightly upon his lips. "I could not answer. I cannot speak." The ranger mouthed hoping Legolas could understand. The elf's brow again furrowed in confusion as he pushed his fingers harder to the man's lips urging him to `speak' again. "I cannot speak" Aragorn complied, mouthing the words once more.
Legolas gasped faintly and his dead eyes widened, worry crossing his face. "Are you alright? What has happened?" He asked quickly, his hand immediately falling to the man's throat feeling for a wound or puncture that could hinder his speech, but instead found the choker band.
Puzzled, he gently swept his fingers over the necklace following the curves around the strong neck, shuddering as the rangers hair tickled his sensitive hands.
"What are these bands? What are they for?" the wood-elf asked, retuning his free hand to the band upon his own brow. Aragorn shook his head unable to answer, just as confused as his companion. "I... I cannot open my eyes. Are these `things' preventing me?" Legolas questioned, turning back to Aragorn as he felt the man stiffen. Aragorn sighed sadly and reached for the elf's silky hands again.
"Aragorn? What is it?" he asked, tensing as Aragorn moved one of his own hands towards his own face, and the other back to the Rangers full lips and pressed hard. "They are open, Legolas." He mouthed, placing the elf's softly shaking fingers to his open, useless eyes. A thick shudder ran down the tall willowy body at the contact and realization slammed hard into the prince. He backed away from his friend silently, shaking his head in disbelief.
`This cannot be happening! What is an elf without their eyesight?!' His breath hitched sharply, as he shuddered again his fingertips roaming disbelievingly over his eyes until they were sore and dry from the continuous contact. `I cannot fight like this. Oh lord, I cannot protect the fellowship!!! What am I to do?... Am.. am I useless now?... I am no longer a part of the fellowship, if.. if I cannot fight...'
Legolas felt a sound of fear welling up in his throat and he fought it down viciously, crushing it before it could brake for air angered at his weakness. He would not be so weak as to cry! He would NOT shame himself further by it!
Aragorn felt strongly for his elvish friend, his pain and loss striking a cord deep within his heart for he knew what eyesight meant to the elvish race, he knew that they cherished it almost more so than themselves. For what good was it to be surrounded by beauty and nature if you could not see it and drink in everything it had to offer?
The Ranger knew exactly what his friend was thinking and would not allow this beautiful being to fall behind such vile thoughts. Gently he placed Legolas' satin fingertips to his mouth again, his hot breath moistening the tender flesh. Legolas shuddered impulsively, his eyes going wide at the strange thoughts of him and his two closet friends that sprung into his mind again.
"I know what you are thinking, dear friend, and do not! Please, for my sake if nothing else, you must always remember you are as much a part of the Fellowship as anyone, no matter what... Eyesight or not!... We would not loose you to this... `I' would not loose you..." Aragorn insisted roughly and at the same time with such tenderness, his tongue flicking out at every other word unconsciously moistening the flushed digit's further.
Silently, the Ranger moved forward and wrapped the strong elf in a tentative, warm embrace without his consent, holding tighter as he felt the blond go rigged at the unexpected contact and sweet if somewhat unsettling words. `Oh how heavenly it felt to have his elf in his arms! He was so soft, so supple... Truly an angel.'
Legolas' breath hitched once then a tender smile broke his face as he buried it in the man's shoulder.
Aragorn held tighter, placing his hand behind the blonds head and tangled his fingers carefully in the long flowing locks of satin thread, breathing in the gentle scent wafting off him like a flora's odder. The elf slowly began to relax against the man and even returned the embrace. Aragorn's heart swelled with joy and at the same time shame. `I'm never going to escape it am I?'
"Aragorn?.. I... Hantale, Heruamin(2)." Legolas whispered in soft elvish, comforted by the caring touch of his kind-hearted friend.
The Ranger smiled leaning his lips against the Elf's cheek so he could understand his silent words. "Vyslem(3), Legolas." He replied leaving his lips upon the heavenly flesh a but longer then he should have then pulled away swiftly as he felt `something' stirring between his legs again. He signed then, brushing Legolas' moonlight hair behind a delicately tapered ear and fought the urge to lean forward and kiss the ethereal prince.
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Galfin sighed to himself as he walked quietly down the candle lit hall, put out that he could not find his dear Boromir after he had hid and resigned to retreating back to his room alone. Gently, he brought a tanned hand up and rubbed at his aching temple, the pounding in his head still having not receded even after two days.
He had not expected the intrusion upon his mind and harsh take over of it to hurt quite so much. The boy had been reassured that nothing would be damaged permanently but he was beginning to doubt that. His blurry vision had long since cleared, and the constant ringing deep in his ears had dulled to an annoying buzz but his head still pounded as fiercely as it had when the Judge had rudely forced his way into his mind and bent him to his will.
The boys hand fell back to his side as he continued walking, glancing up ahead at the door to his tall companies' bedchamber.
Something in Galfin's heart stirred as he thought of those three strange ones, something he did not want to place...
He worried so terribly much for them when they would not wake to his and the young hobbits ministrations and it sent chills down his spine when ever he touched one of them and their icy skin. The boys poor heart had begun beating so fast with hope it felt like it was going to rip from his chest and fly to `Lorien when he saw Boromir up and about!
However, his hopes were dashed and trampled upon when Boromir failed to hear him and then fled from him when he say the boy down the hall. He sighed again.
So, Boromir had lost his hearing to the trials... I wonder which one lost their sight? Perhaps gentle Aragorn? He would not be so great a swordsmen if he could not see. And what of the proud elf, his bow would certainly falter if his eyes remained sealed to the outside world.
Galfin's heart had seized with great pain when the three were taken by Fallon de'tin. He had know when the fellowship arrived that three of them were the chosen triangle, for there could be no other way they would have come upon his city if they were not, but he had hoped beyond wish that his three cherished ones were not of the chosen.
But that cursed mirror did indeed despise his son. Why else would he cause him such pain? Or, was his lover just jealous? He did not have the right to be either way! Did not the Judge CHOOSE and SEND him?! Besides... A faint smile graced the boys full lips as he wrapped his arms around himself.
Perhaps the main reason he had fallen for those three was there unique qualities and resemblance to his father, his brother... his love.
~ Boromir, strong, exquisite Boromir. He had his personality, his strength and undying will to protect as well as his hands and smile
~ Aragorn, loyal, beautiful Aragorn. He had his body or rather the gentle build and touch as well as his full lips and steel gray eyes.
~ And Legolas, tender, ethereal Legolas. He had his gentleness and his heart, as well as his sunset hair and milky moonlight skin.
The were just like `him' and yet completely different and Galfin...hmph, he loved them all!
His instructor had not warned him about this particular side effect however. Galfin had fallen deeply for those three and it frightened him, so much so that he tried to hide it by his constant and annoying flirting. He knew it unnerved them, which was the point. He had to, to make sure they did not feel anything for him or his home when they left the city... he would never again see them after that, after all.
The boy heaved a great breath and dropped his head, shuffling his feet upon the stone ground as he stopped in front of the three men's tall door. `No. He certainly wasn't going to get out of this one without a broken heart.'
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Merry and Pippin carefully led Boromir back to his room, the tall man moving numb and somewhat detached from the world as they made their way slowly down the corridor from the kitchen. He could not hear the things around him or the constant chatter of the sweet hobbits, so why should he remain and fain listening when he could draw into himself and think long and hard about how to fix this?
The two hobbits conversed silently below him, each holding tight to one of his arms, worried terribly for their friend whom they had grown to respect and love as a companion. Boromir was so strong. He refused any outward weakness even as the full effects of his new disability set in. The two young ones as well as the other two hobbits looked up to him as they did Aragorn and Legolas.
They were all so strong and proud, the small half-lings wanted greatly to become courageous and brave men like them.
The three soon reached the mans' room only to find Galfin standing frozen in front of the door, his hand raised and ready to knock but still, as he stared at the dull redwood. Pippin walked up to the tall boy but Galfin did not move, having withdrawn again into his own thoughts. The curious hobbit gently reached over and tugged on their new friends sleeve, suddenly jumping back quickly as Galfin jumped surprised.
The tanned boy turned to the three companions and laughed nervously, a hot blush painting across his cherub face. "Forgive I, you came silently, did not I hear you!" he replied, a somewhat forced grin breaking across his face as he looked from the startled but half-heartedly smiling hobbits to the still numb steward of Gondor behind them. "Boromir! So, found him you did. Where was he hiding?' Galfin asked, ruffling Pippin's hair as he moved to take his normal place on Boromir's arm, his smile faltering somewhat as the man seemed not to notice him.
"He ran into us in the kitchens." Merry replied, looking from the two men to the still closed door. "Are the others awake then, as well?" "Othe-Oh Legolas and Aragorn! Ah-" Galfin blushed harder. "Actually, yet have I to actually open the door." He responded, pulling Boromir unresisting towards the room and entering the large quarters unannounced.
Aragorn looked up as the door to his chambers slid open and tried hard to smile at his friends as they entered silently into the still tension-clouded room. Again, Galfin's smile faltered as he this time looked upon the Ranger, seeing clearly the worry and strain inside the man. The two Hobbits entered the room quickly after their companions and looked around the dimly lit place for the tall elf but did not succeed in finding him, and returned their large eyes to Aragorn.
The Ranger recognized their silent question and fiddled with the lightly browning sheet's of paper in his lap and scrawled swiftly upon them with his feather pen, dipping it back in the ink well only once. He then held up a sheet for the group to see. `Legolas is bathing, he was weary and needed to relax... What of you, are you well?' It read in a neat yet somewhat hurried handwriting, the ink heavy in a few places.
Boromir finally seemed to come back to the world as he read the note and moved forward to sit upon his bed next to Aragorn. "Wha' is wrong? Why do you nod speak?" The son of Gondor asked, his words already starting to become slurred due to his inability to hear them and make sure they were correct. The Ranger looked at Boromir silently for a moment studying him carefully and noted the burned jerkin and woven belt around his waist. So, it got him too then.
Shaking his head he looked back to his paper and quickly wrote a response. "I cannot speak." He hesitated then continued. "And Legolas- he cannot see." The Ranger held up the note and waited for their reactions. Boromir laughed bitterly at that and threw himself back on his bed, covering his face with his arm. "The circle is then complede for I cannod hear." The bright haired man stated curtly, his words muffled by his arm.
The two hobbits looked on shocked, their mouths hanging agape and their innocent eyes wide. Galfin's small heart went out to the men as he moved forward to carefully sit next to Boromir upon the man's mattress, hoping he would not pull away. The man instead, however, shifted moving so he laid correctly head-to-foot upon the soft bed and curled on his side, watching Aragorn silently.
Galfin moved quietly closer to the bright haired man and gently brushed the errand bangs from Boromir's eyes, true regret and sorrow shining in his own.
At this, the man started starring up at the boy in surprise. "I am so sorry... for all of this. I did not mean-" The boys voice hitched in his throat and a stray tear slithered its way down his cheek before he could turn away. Boromir and Aragorn were way beyond surprised at this strange turn of events, unnerved and saddened by the boy, not even taking notice at how his speech suddenly smoothed out.
On a whim, Boromir leaned up and hugged the usually giddy child, watching as Pippin and Merry moved over also to sooth the now crying boy.
Strange, he felt so warm and happy in the arm's of these mortals. Of course, he loved Boromir, and Aragorn and Legolas too but, their touch made him tingle all over inside and he wasn't quite sure why. `I never felt this way before when `he' held me... am I missing something?'
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TBC... UGH!
AGAIN, I HATE this chapter!!! *seethes angrily, tearing up the paper it was written on, throwing it about the room*
I think its kinda sweet how Aragorn tries to comfort Legolas and this chapter makes ME feel sorry for Galfin, even though I wrote it! Ugh I'm pathetic. Ok well, this chapter took WAY too long for me to get written, hopefully since I kinda know what I want to do on the next it'll come out quicker. Ugh anyway, please r/r and tell me whatcha think or how much you hate it. Any and all comments and suggestions are welcome!
Elvish translation: (these are real one's people. Not Galfin's wacky speech.)
1. Lirimaer = Lovely one
2. Hantale, Heruamin = Thank you, my lord
3. Vyslem = your welcome.
I think that's it. OK, come back soon.
Ok Again sorry this chapter took so long to write I'm still having serious writers block! Please HELP!! And THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH to everyone who reviewed, I'm still working on all those darned emails! Please be patient!
Wow, that was short.
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Chapter : 6 "Of Heartbreak and Understanding Between Friends."
Legolas shifted again upon his feather soft bed moving into a half seated position, the closeness of the body hovering next to him stifling his movements. Again, his face looked towards the person, but his non-blinking, unresponsive eyes stared chillingly at nothing, sending a silent shiver jetting down Aragorn's spine. Seeing the elf's eyes like that, it was worse then watching him sleep. Far worse. Over the years, the Ranger had grown accustomed to the elvish sleeping habits and their deceptively alert eyes while they slumbered, but now those lovely chocolate orbs were just... dead.
He suppressed another shudder and turned his attention back to the elf's confusion and slightly flustered distress. "Who are you? Am I back at the Inn?" Legolas asked again, pushing gently away from Aragorn to lean against the headboard of the long bed, weary of the strangely silent person who seemed to just simply refuse his request of informing the elf of his identity. That made him nervous.
Carefully, Legolas reached again to his head and paused surprised at coming in contact with the odd crown upon his brow. `What is this?' he thought, running his nimble fingers over the soft silver band a sharp shiver rolling through his form upon the contact. He then noted that his long hair was unbound and reluctantly let it fall, not used to leaving his hair free.
Aragorn slowly reached forward watching as Legolas tensed when he heard him move, and took up the elf's fair face in one hand. `Tis all right lirimaer(1). I shan't hurt you..' The Ranger mouthed, his words again taking no sound. The elf stiffened more at the touch, yet it felt oddly familiar to him and so warm... his eyebrow quirked up in confusion.
Carefully, Strider took hold of Legolas' still raised hand and brought it down on his own weary face, letting his gentle shivering touch wisp like air across his weathered yet beautifully handsome features. The prince seemed innocently fascinated and reached forward with his right hand bringing it up to meet his more busy one, running nimble fingers over Aragorn's nose, and gentle cheeks, through his unruly hair and over his scruffy and enthralling beard, then over his lips; lingering there a tad bit longer then he had meant.
Aragorn caught his breath as he stared hard at the Angel Elf before him a strange weight stirring in his stomach, feeling a strong heat rising upon his cheeks and throughout his body. A particular fire building and burning fierce between his legs.
He blushed hard as he recognized just what the lovely elf's ministrations were doing to him and again for what seemed like the hundredth time cursed this bewitched town and his own traitorous body. `Stars he shouldn't be feeling such things! ESPECIALLY right now!'
Recognition finally dawned on the prince and flitted across his face and he smiled softly at his friend, letting his hands rest upon the rangers cheeks. "Aragorn." He whispered, his smile widening momentarily as he felt the Ranger nod then confusion again settled upon his softly glowing features. "Why did you not answer?" Legolas asked, removing his hands from Aragorn's face only to have the man recapture one of them again.
Aragorn pushed down his bodies reaction and his passionate thoughts and gently placed the innocent elf's hand again lightly upon his lips. "I could not answer. I cannot speak." The ranger mouthed hoping Legolas could understand. The elf's brow again furrowed in confusion as he pushed his fingers harder to the man's lips urging him to `speak' again. "I cannot speak" Aragorn complied, mouthing the words once more.
Legolas gasped faintly and his dead eyes widened, worry crossing his face. "Are you alright? What has happened?" He asked quickly, his hand immediately falling to the man's throat feeling for a wound or puncture that could hinder his speech, but instead found the choker band.
Puzzled, he gently swept his fingers over the necklace following the curves around the strong neck, shuddering as the rangers hair tickled his sensitive hands.
"What are these bands? What are they for?" the wood-elf asked, retuning his free hand to the band upon his own brow. Aragorn shook his head unable to answer, just as confused as his companion. "I... I cannot open my eyes. Are these `things' preventing me?" Legolas questioned, turning back to Aragorn as he felt the man stiffen. Aragorn sighed sadly and reached for the elf's silky hands again.
"Aragorn? What is it?" he asked, tensing as Aragorn moved one of his own hands towards his own face, and the other back to the Rangers full lips and pressed hard. "They are open, Legolas." He mouthed, placing the elf's softly shaking fingers to his open, useless eyes. A thick shudder ran down the tall willowy body at the contact and realization slammed hard into the prince. He backed away from his friend silently, shaking his head in disbelief.
`This cannot be happening! What is an elf without their eyesight?!' His breath hitched sharply, as he shuddered again his fingertips roaming disbelievingly over his eyes until they were sore and dry from the continuous contact. `I cannot fight like this. Oh lord, I cannot protect the fellowship!!! What am I to do?... Am.. am I useless now?... I am no longer a part of the fellowship, if.. if I cannot fight...'
Legolas felt a sound of fear welling up in his throat and he fought it down viciously, crushing it before it could brake for air angered at his weakness. He would not be so weak as to cry! He would NOT shame himself further by it!
Aragorn felt strongly for his elvish friend, his pain and loss striking a cord deep within his heart for he knew what eyesight meant to the elvish race, he knew that they cherished it almost more so than themselves. For what good was it to be surrounded by beauty and nature if you could not see it and drink in everything it had to offer?
The Ranger knew exactly what his friend was thinking and would not allow this beautiful being to fall behind such vile thoughts. Gently he placed Legolas' satin fingertips to his mouth again, his hot breath moistening the tender flesh. Legolas shuddered impulsively, his eyes going wide at the strange thoughts of him and his two closet friends that sprung into his mind again.
"I know what you are thinking, dear friend, and do not! Please, for my sake if nothing else, you must always remember you are as much a part of the Fellowship as anyone, no matter what... Eyesight or not!... We would not loose you to this... `I' would not loose you..." Aragorn insisted roughly and at the same time with such tenderness, his tongue flicking out at every other word unconsciously moistening the flushed digit's further.
Silently, the Ranger moved forward and wrapped the strong elf in a tentative, warm embrace without his consent, holding tighter as he felt the blond go rigged at the unexpected contact and sweet if somewhat unsettling words. `Oh how heavenly it felt to have his elf in his arms! He was so soft, so supple... Truly an angel.'
Legolas' breath hitched once then a tender smile broke his face as he buried it in the man's shoulder.
Aragorn held tighter, placing his hand behind the blonds head and tangled his fingers carefully in the long flowing locks of satin thread, breathing in the gentle scent wafting off him like a flora's odder. The elf slowly began to relax against the man and even returned the embrace. Aragorn's heart swelled with joy and at the same time shame. `I'm never going to escape it am I?'
"Aragorn?.. I... Hantale, Heruamin(2)." Legolas whispered in soft elvish, comforted by the caring touch of his kind-hearted friend.
The Ranger smiled leaning his lips against the Elf's cheek so he could understand his silent words. "Vyslem(3), Legolas." He replied leaving his lips upon the heavenly flesh a but longer then he should have then pulled away swiftly as he felt `something' stirring between his legs again. He signed then, brushing Legolas' moonlight hair behind a delicately tapered ear and fought the urge to lean forward and kiss the ethereal prince.
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Galfin sighed to himself as he walked quietly down the candle lit hall, put out that he could not find his dear Boromir after he had hid and resigned to retreating back to his room alone. Gently, he brought a tanned hand up and rubbed at his aching temple, the pounding in his head still having not receded even after two days.
He had not expected the intrusion upon his mind and harsh take over of it to hurt quite so much. The boy had been reassured that nothing would be damaged permanently but he was beginning to doubt that. His blurry vision had long since cleared, and the constant ringing deep in his ears had dulled to an annoying buzz but his head still pounded as fiercely as it had when the Judge had rudely forced his way into his mind and bent him to his will.
The boys hand fell back to his side as he continued walking, glancing up ahead at the door to his tall companies' bedchamber.
Something in Galfin's heart stirred as he thought of those three strange ones, something he did not want to place...
He worried so terribly much for them when they would not wake to his and the young hobbits ministrations and it sent chills down his spine when ever he touched one of them and their icy skin. The boys poor heart had begun beating so fast with hope it felt like it was going to rip from his chest and fly to `Lorien when he saw Boromir up and about!
However, his hopes were dashed and trampled upon when Boromir failed to hear him and then fled from him when he say the boy down the hall. He sighed again.
So, Boromir had lost his hearing to the trials... I wonder which one lost their sight? Perhaps gentle Aragorn? He would not be so great a swordsmen if he could not see. And what of the proud elf, his bow would certainly falter if his eyes remained sealed to the outside world.
Galfin's heart had seized with great pain when the three were taken by Fallon de'tin. He had know when the fellowship arrived that three of them were the chosen triangle, for there could be no other way they would have come upon his city if they were not, but he had hoped beyond wish that his three cherished ones were not of the chosen.
But that cursed mirror did indeed despise his son. Why else would he cause him such pain? Or, was his lover just jealous? He did not have the right to be either way! Did not the Judge CHOOSE and SEND him?! Besides... A faint smile graced the boys full lips as he wrapped his arms around himself.
Perhaps the main reason he had fallen for those three was there unique qualities and resemblance to his father, his brother... his love.
~ Boromir, strong, exquisite Boromir. He had his personality, his strength and undying will to protect as well as his hands and smile
~ Aragorn, loyal, beautiful Aragorn. He had his body or rather the gentle build and touch as well as his full lips and steel gray eyes.
~ And Legolas, tender, ethereal Legolas. He had his gentleness and his heart, as well as his sunset hair and milky moonlight skin.
The were just like `him' and yet completely different and Galfin...hmph, he loved them all!
His instructor had not warned him about this particular side effect however. Galfin had fallen deeply for those three and it frightened him, so much so that he tried to hide it by his constant and annoying flirting. He knew it unnerved them, which was the point. He had to, to make sure they did not feel anything for him or his home when they left the city... he would never again see them after that, after all.
The boy heaved a great breath and dropped his head, shuffling his feet upon the stone ground as he stopped in front of the three men's tall door. `No. He certainly wasn't going to get out of this one without a broken heart.'
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Merry and Pippin carefully led Boromir back to his room, the tall man moving numb and somewhat detached from the world as they made their way slowly down the corridor from the kitchen. He could not hear the things around him or the constant chatter of the sweet hobbits, so why should he remain and fain listening when he could draw into himself and think long and hard about how to fix this?
The two hobbits conversed silently below him, each holding tight to one of his arms, worried terribly for their friend whom they had grown to respect and love as a companion. Boromir was so strong. He refused any outward weakness even as the full effects of his new disability set in. The two young ones as well as the other two hobbits looked up to him as they did Aragorn and Legolas.
They were all so strong and proud, the small half-lings wanted greatly to become courageous and brave men like them.
The three soon reached the mans' room only to find Galfin standing frozen in front of the door, his hand raised and ready to knock but still, as he stared at the dull redwood. Pippin walked up to the tall boy but Galfin did not move, having withdrawn again into his own thoughts. The curious hobbit gently reached over and tugged on their new friends sleeve, suddenly jumping back quickly as Galfin jumped surprised.
The tanned boy turned to the three companions and laughed nervously, a hot blush painting across his cherub face. "Forgive I, you came silently, did not I hear you!" he replied, a somewhat forced grin breaking across his face as he looked from the startled but half-heartedly smiling hobbits to the still numb steward of Gondor behind them. "Boromir! So, found him you did. Where was he hiding?' Galfin asked, ruffling Pippin's hair as he moved to take his normal place on Boromir's arm, his smile faltering somewhat as the man seemed not to notice him.
"He ran into us in the kitchens." Merry replied, looking from the two men to the still closed door. "Are the others awake then, as well?" "Othe-Oh Legolas and Aragorn! Ah-" Galfin blushed harder. "Actually, yet have I to actually open the door." He responded, pulling Boromir unresisting towards the room and entering the large quarters unannounced.
Aragorn looked up as the door to his chambers slid open and tried hard to smile at his friends as they entered silently into the still tension-clouded room. Again, Galfin's smile faltered as he this time looked upon the Ranger, seeing clearly the worry and strain inside the man. The two Hobbits entered the room quickly after their companions and looked around the dimly lit place for the tall elf but did not succeed in finding him, and returned their large eyes to Aragorn.
The Ranger recognized their silent question and fiddled with the lightly browning sheet's of paper in his lap and scrawled swiftly upon them with his feather pen, dipping it back in the ink well only once. He then held up a sheet for the group to see. `Legolas is bathing, he was weary and needed to relax... What of you, are you well?' It read in a neat yet somewhat hurried handwriting, the ink heavy in a few places.
Boromir finally seemed to come back to the world as he read the note and moved forward to sit upon his bed next to Aragorn. "Wha' is wrong? Why do you nod speak?" The son of Gondor asked, his words already starting to become slurred due to his inability to hear them and make sure they were correct. The Ranger looked at Boromir silently for a moment studying him carefully and noted the burned jerkin and woven belt around his waist. So, it got him too then.
Shaking his head he looked back to his paper and quickly wrote a response. "I cannot speak." He hesitated then continued. "And Legolas- he cannot see." The Ranger held up the note and waited for their reactions. Boromir laughed bitterly at that and threw himself back on his bed, covering his face with his arm. "The circle is then complede for I cannod hear." The bright haired man stated curtly, his words muffled by his arm.
The two hobbits looked on shocked, their mouths hanging agape and their innocent eyes wide. Galfin's small heart went out to the men as he moved forward to carefully sit next to Boromir upon the man's mattress, hoping he would not pull away. The man instead, however, shifted moving so he laid correctly head-to-foot upon the soft bed and curled on his side, watching Aragorn silently.
Galfin moved quietly closer to the bright haired man and gently brushed the errand bangs from Boromir's eyes, true regret and sorrow shining in his own.
At this, the man started starring up at the boy in surprise. "I am so sorry... for all of this. I did not mean-" The boys voice hitched in his throat and a stray tear slithered its way down his cheek before he could turn away. Boromir and Aragorn were way beyond surprised at this strange turn of events, unnerved and saddened by the boy, not even taking notice at how his speech suddenly smoothed out.
On a whim, Boromir leaned up and hugged the usually giddy child, watching as Pippin and Merry moved over also to sooth the now crying boy.
Strange, he felt so warm and happy in the arm's of these mortals. Of course, he loved Boromir, and Aragorn and Legolas too but, their touch made him tingle all over inside and he wasn't quite sure why. `I never felt this way before when `he' held me... am I missing something?'
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TBC... UGH!
AGAIN, I HATE this chapter!!! *seethes angrily, tearing up the paper it was written on, throwing it about the room*
I think its kinda sweet how Aragorn tries to comfort Legolas and this chapter makes ME feel sorry for Galfin, even though I wrote it! Ugh I'm pathetic. Ok well, this chapter took WAY too long for me to get written, hopefully since I kinda know what I want to do on the next it'll come out quicker. Ugh anyway, please r/r and tell me whatcha think or how much you hate it. Any and all comments and suggestions are welcome!
Elvish translation: (these are real one's people. Not Galfin's wacky speech.)
1. Lirimaer = Lovely one
2. Hantale, Heruamin = Thank you, my lord
3. Vyslem = your welcome.
I think that's it. OK, come back soon.