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NOTES: Legolas's POV
A Secret Shared - Chapter 6
After saying goodnight to Aragorn, I went for a walk in the quietened gardens, feeling happy and enjoying having the night to myself. I walked for several hours, thinking about little other than my love for Aragorn, before I felt sleep drawing near, and deciding it was time to return to my room.
I undressed, and climbed into the comfortable, soft bed, and sinking into the pillows, I slept. And for the first time in ages, I dreamed...
There was a city by the sea. It was night time, and a harsh wind was blowing, the waves buffeting against the rocks. I walked into a room to find my mother and father seated at a table. "Where is Boromir?" I enquired. "He is out on the sea," my mother replied, waving a hand casually towards a window. Gazing out, I felt a surge of panic as I saw the silhouette of a small boat being tossed around on the waves, a person on the decks clinging desperately to a rope. "Why did you not tell me?" I said as I pulled on my cloak.
"You can't do anything now," said my mother "just wait at the docks for him."
With that I ran out of the building and down to the sea, looking desperately around for the docks. Seeing a woman nearby, I ran to her and asked where the docks were. She pointed behind me, and sure enough, docks had appeared. On one end, someone had drawn some marvellous pictures of a sunny seascape on the wooden floor. I edged around them carefully, not wanting to destroy them, yet still looking around desperately for Boromir, for the boat he was sailing on had disappeared. Dashing further along the platform, I found him, sitting on a box at a table with some other men. My heart slowed as I approached and the panicky feelings left me. Then I realised I had no reason to be there, but it was too late to leave, for he had seen me. "Er...hello, Boromir," I greeted him, and nodded to the other men at the table. Boromir smiled and stood up, excusing himself from the others. "Let us find somewhere more sheltered to sit," he said, and led the way further along the platform, to a building on the end. Inside, there were many tables and chairs. Sitting down at a corner table, Boromir signalled to a maid carrying a tray of mugs. He spoke quietly to her, what he said I could not hear, but she nodded and went into another part of the building.
She returned minutes later, and spoke to him. He thanked her and stood up, grinning. "Come," he said, and followed the woman through the doors. Following, I found myself in a hallway, lavishly decorated in rich reds and gold. Boromir pulled me through a doorway into a room with similar decor, where there were several other people, both human and elven, dressed in their best robes and causing me to feel rather under-dressed for such a room. I recognised one pair of elves as Galadriel and Celeborn, who greeted me with a smile. I looked to Boromir, feeling confused. What was I doing here?
Suddenly music began to play from somewhere in the room. Everyone paired up, and began to dance in a very choreographed fashion around the room. Boromir grinned at me, and I stood against a wall, trying to figure out what I was doing here. The music ended, and Galadriel spoke to me. "Join in, Legolas," she said "Go, dance with Boromir."
"But- " I began to protest, only to be interrupted as Boromir grabbed my hand and pulled me into the middle of the room. He the put one hand on my waist, and raised my hand a little so our clasped hands were at shoulder height. Looking around the room, I saw the other pairs had struck similar poses, and mimicked the position they had taken up by placing a hand on Boromir's shoulder, resting my arm against his. The music started up, and we began to dance. I found it surprisingly easy, but at the back of my mind I wondered if Aragorn would feel jealous if he saw me dancing with another man. The music ended, and I reluctantly began to pull away. But Boromir kept hold of me. "We dance again, fair elf," he whispered. So we stood in the same pose as before, waiting for the music to start. There seemed to be a problem with the music, and one of the men went to find out what the problem was. We waited a long time, and I resisted the urge to rest my head on Boromir's shoulder, then gave in and rested comfortably against him until the music began again.
We danced again and again, each time I found it easier and easier to copy the way the others were dancing, and each dance I was enjoying this closeness to Boromir more and more...
I awoke, feeling confused. Why had I just dreamt about the man in that way? I did not even know him well, and had felt certain I held no feelings for him, I did not even like him that much even as a comrade. Sure, there was that encounter in the gardens...but that was merely because he had twisted it to his advantage, because he had *made* me feel that way, with his words and actions, completely against my will - I was certain of that! Yet my dream troubled me, it seemed almost as if it had awoken feelings for the man that I didn't know I had. I felt guilty that I had dreamed about Boromir and not Aragorn, even more so as I realised I could remember every detail about the 'meeting' in the gardens - from the birdsong in the trees, to the feel of the man's lips upon mine and his earthy, manly smell.
I felt sure that trouble lay ahead - the sense of foreboding was strong.
TBC
NOTES: Legolas's POV
A Secret Shared - Chapter 6
After saying goodnight to Aragorn, I went for a walk in the quietened gardens, feeling happy and enjoying having the night to myself. I walked for several hours, thinking about little other than my love for Aragorn, before I felt sleep drawing near, and deciding it was time to return to my room.
I undressed, and climbed into the comfortable, soft bed, and sinking into the pillows, I slept. And for the first time in ages, I dreamed...
There was a city by the sea. It was night time, and a harsh wind was blowing, the waves buffeting against the rocks. I walked into a room to find my mother and father seated at a table. "Where is Boromir?" I enquired. "He is out on the sea," my mother replied, waving a hand casually towards a window. Gazing out, I felt a surge of panic as I saw the silhouette of a small boat being tossed around on the waves, a person on the decks clinging desperately to a rope. "Why did you not tell me?" I said as I pulled on my cloak.
"You can't do anything now," said my mother "just wait at the docks for him."
With that I ran out of the building and down to the sea, looking desperately around for the docks. Seeing a woman nearby, I ran to her and asked where the docks were. She pointed behind me, and sure enough, docks had appeared. On one end, someone had drawn some marvellous pictures of a sunny seascape on the wooden floor. I edged around them carefully, not wanting to destroy them, yet still looking around desperately for Boromir, for the boat he was sailing on had disappeared. Dashing further along the platform, I found him, sitting on a box at a table with some other men. My heart slowed as I approached and the panicky feelings left me. Then I realised I had no reason to be there, but it was too late to leave, for he had seen me. "Er...hello, Boromir," I greeted him, and nodded to the other men at the table. Boromir smiled and stood up, excusing himself from the others. "Let us find somewhere more sheltered to sit," he said, and led the way further along the platform, to a building on the end. Inside, there were many tables and chairs. Sitting down at a corner table, Boromir signalled to a maid carrying a tray of mugs. He spoke quietly to her, what he said I could not hear, but she nodded and went into another part of the building.
She returned minutes later, and spoke to him. He thanked her and stood up, grinning. "Come," he said, and followed the woman through the doors. Following, I found myself in a hallway, lavishly decorated in rich reds and gold. Boromir pulled me through a doorway into a room with similar decor, where there were several other people, both human and elven, dressed in their best robes and causing me to feel rather under-dressed for such a room. I recognised one pair of elves as Galadriel and Celeborn, who greeted me with a smile. I looked to Boromir, feeling confused. What was I doing here?
Suddenly music began to play from somewhere in the room. Everyone paired up, and began to dance in a very choreographed fashion around the room. Boromir grinned at me, and I stood against a wall, trying to figure out what I was doing here. The music ended, and Galadriel spoke to me. "Join in, Legolas," she said "Go, dance with Boromir."
"But- " I began to protest, only to be interrupted as Boromir grabbed my hand and pulled me into the middle of the room. He the put one hand on my waist, and raised my hand a little so our clasped hands were at shoulder height. Looking around the room, I saw the other pairs had struck similar poses, and mimicked the position they had taken up by placing a hand on Boromir's shoulder, resting my arm against his. The music started up, and we began to dance. I found it surprisingly easy, but at the back of my mind I wondered if Aragorn would feel jealous if he saw me dancing with another man. The music ended, and I reluctantly began to pull away. But Boromir kept hold of me. "We dance again, fair elf," he whispered. So we stood in the same pose as before, waiting for the music to start. There seemed to be a problem with the music, and one of the men went to find out what the problem was. We waited a long time, and I resisted the urge to rest my head on Boromir's shoulder, then gave in and rested comfortably against him until the music began again.
We danced again and again, each time I found it easier and easier to copy the way the others were dancing, and each dance I was enjoying this closeness to Boromir more and more...
I awoke, feeling confused. Why had I just dreamt about the man in that way? I did not even know him well, and had felt certain I held no feelings for him, I did not even like him that much even as a comrade. Sure, there was that encounter in the gardens...but that was merely because he had twisted it to his advantage, because he had *made* me feel that way, with his words and actions, completely against my will - I was certain of that! Yet my dream troubled me, it seemed almost as if it had awoken feelings for the man that I didn't know I had. I felt guilty that I had dreamed about Boromir and not Aragorn, even more so as I realised I could remember every detail about the 'meeting' in the gardens - from the birdsong in the trees, to the feel of the man's lips upon mine and his earthy, manly smell.
I felt sure that trouble lay ahead - the sense of foreboding was strong.
TBC