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NOTES: Aragorn's POV.
A Secret Shared - Chapter 11
Candle in hand, I stood at the door, shocked and upset by what I saw. I had not knocked at his door, I was about to when I heard Legolas call out my name, and worried at the stress that sounded in his voice, I pushed the door open, only to stop in my tracks at the scene before me.
Legolas, my love, lay spread-eagled on the bed, naked, his breathing laboured, cheeks flushed, and dishevelled hair spread across the pillows. Between his legs, crouched Boromir, fully clothed, a malevolent smile upon his face.
Legolas looked at me, and then his expression turned to something unreadable, and he spoke my name, his voice high.
I did not reply, I could not. I just stood there, staring at them, and feeling as if my heart had been ripped out of my chest and thrown into the fires of Mount Doom.
"Oh Elbereth!" I heard Legolas whisper. "Aragorn?" he spoke my name again. "Speak to me, please!" his expression was distraught.
Still I said nothing.
Boromir stood up, and straightened his tunic. "Looks like I pleasured the elf more than you ever did," he said, swaggering towards the doorway "Hope it was as good for you as it was for me, elf-boy," he called back to Legolas, who was now pulling on his clothes. I stopped the hateful man, pushing him back into the room and closing the door, then stood in front of it in order to prevent anyone from leaving, or entering. I put the candle on the small table by the door, and crossed my arms, glaring at him.
"What. Is. Going. On?" I demanded, my voice hardened despite the fact I wanted to run from that room and get out of Rivendell at that moment.
"What does it look like?" Boromir replied, "I showed your fine prince pleasure."
"He enjoyed it too," he added. His words taunted me, and I wanted to wipe that smug smile from his face.
"How *dare* you!" I said angrily.
"Well you never claimed him as your own, *you* never showed him this pleasure. *Someone*had to. And that someone was me."
That was all I could take, and with anger fuelling my strength, I struck Boromir on the chin, causing him to stumble.
He glared at me, and without an inkling of warning, sprang forward and hit me back.
Before either of us knew if, we were in the middle of a fight, punches being thrown all over the place, not hearing Legolas begging us to stop before we awoke people. I threw a punch right at his face, bloodying his nose, then another in his stomach. He doubled over, looking up at me with narrowed eyes. Then he sprang forward, and I saw a flash of metal, and felt a blade bury in my stomach. As I fell backwards, I saw something whiz past my line of vision, and Boromir stumbled backwards, an arrow embedded in his arm.
"Legolas, get Aragorn to his room," a voice broke across the room, Elrond's voice. "The guards can take care of Boromir."
Legolas immediately unloaded the second arrow from his bow, which he had readily aimed at Boromir, and dropping them down, rushed towards me.
I vaguely remembered being lifted gently up into his strong arms, feeling the pain in my stomach as I was moved, then being carried to my room, and laid on the bed. More pain. I remember candles being lit, light filling the room. Then fading into blackness as my eyes closed and I passed out.
When I awoke, it was daylight. The room was empty, but I could vaguely hear people arguing outside. I tried to make out what the people were saying, but their voices were too low to hear. Eventually the door opened, and Lord Elrond stepped in. Behind him, I saw Legolas's face peering in, and turned my eyes away. The door closed, and I looked back to see that only Elrond had entered the room.
"Ah, you have woken," he said, taking a seat by the bedside. He pulled back the sheets and examined the wound on my stomach. "Shouldn't be long now before that's completely healed."
He sat back and sighed. "I'm not going to ask what happened that night."
"That night?!" I wondered. How long had I been sleeping?
"After all, I cannot get Legolas or Boromir to speak of it. However I *did* see Boromir attack you with that knife. He has been sent from Rivendell back to Gondor, and shall not be welcome back here until I see it fit for him to return."
I nodded. So Boromir was gone. "How long have I slept?" I asked.
"Two nights since your...disagreement...with Boromir," he answered. "I gave you something to make the wound heal quicker...unfortunately it causes you to sleep for an unnaturally long time in the meanwhile."
He stood to go. "Please remember, I do not wish to hear of, or see, any more disagreements in my household. I am letting it drop this time, but next time I shall be wanting to get to the bottom of it."
I nodded again, feeling like a child being told off.
"Now, Legolas is outside, he wishes to talk to you. I told him he could not see you until you are awake, but you still need rest, at least another day in bed. Do you wish to speak with your friend now?"
"No, please send him away," I replied. "I do not wish to see him," I muttered under my breath.
Elrond raised an eyebrow at me. "As you wish," he said, and left.
I turned my head away from the door as he opened it, not wishing to see Legolas's face, for I knew I would cry if I did so.
I could not believe what he had done to me. He had betrayed my trust, shunned my love, and broken my heart. And now I had nothing.
Then somehow inside me, I reached some calmness, blankness. It is all I could feel. Not sad, nor angry, not heartbroken, not melancholy. It was as if all my emotions had been sucked out, and there was just blankness. Empty.
NOTES: Aragorn's POV.
A Secret Shared - Chapter 11
Candle in hand, I stood at the door, shocked and upset by what I saw. I had not knocked at his door, I was about to when I heard Legolas call out my name, and worried at the stress that sounded in his voice, I pushed the door open, only to stop in my tracks at the scene before me.
Legolas, my love, lay spread-eagled on the bed, naked, his breathing laboured, cheeks flushed, and dishevelled hair spread across the pillows. Between his legs, crouched Boromir, fully clothed, a malevolent smile upon his face.
Legolas looked at me, and then his expression turned to something unreadable, and he spoke my name, his voice high.
I did not reply, I could not. I just stood there, staring at them, and feeling as if my heart had been ripped out of my chest and thrown into the fires of Mount Doom.
"Oh Elbereth!" I heard Legolas whisper. "Aragorn?" he spoke my name again. "Speak to me, please!" his expression was distraught.
Still I said nothing.
Boromir stood up, and straightened his tunic. "Looks like I pleasured the elf more than you ever did," he said, swaggering towards the doorway "Hope it was as good for you as it was for me, elf-boy," he called back to Legolas, who was now pulling on his clothes. I stopped the hateful man, pushing him back into the room and closing the door, then stood in front of it in order to prevent anyone from leaving, or entering. I put the candle on the small table by the door, and crossed my arms, glaring at him.
"What. Is. Going. On?" I demanded, my voice hardened despite the fact I wanted to run from that room and get out of Rivendell at that moment.
"What does it look like?" Boromir replied, "I showed your fine prince pleasure."
"He enjoyed it too," he added. His words taunted me, and I wanted to wipe that smug smile from his face.
"How *dare* you!" I said angrily.
"Well you never claimed him as your own, *you* never showed him this pleasure. *Someone*had to. And that someone was me."
That was all I could take, and with anger fuelling my strength, I struck Boromir on the chin, causing him to stumble.
He glared at me, and without an inkling of warning, sprang forward and hit me back.
Before either of us knew if, we were in the middle of a fight, punches being thrown all over the place, not hearing Legolas begging us to stop before we awoke people. I threw a punch right at his face, bloodying his nose, then another in his stomach. He doubled over, looking up at me with narrowed eyes. Then he sprang forward, and I saw a flash of metal, and felt a blade bury in my stomach. As I fell backwards, I saw something whiz past my line of vision, and Boromir stumbled backwards, an arrow embedded in his arm.
"Legolas, get Aragorn to his room," a voice broke across the room, Elrond's voice. "The guards can take care of Boromir."
Legolas immediately unloaded the second arrow from his bow, which he had readily aimed at Boromir, and dropping them down, rushed towards me.
I vaguely remembered being lifted gently up into his strong arms, feeling the pain in my stomach as I was moved, then being carried to my room, and laid on the bed. More pain. I remember candles being lit, light filling the room. Then fading into blackness as my eyes closed and I passed out.
When I awoke, it was daylight. The room was empty, but I could vaguely hear people arguing outside. I tried to make out what the people were saying, but their voices were too low to hear. Eventually the door opened, and Lord Elrond stepped in. Behind him, I saw Legolas's face peering in, and turned my eyes away. The door closed, and I looked back to see that only Elrond had entered the room.
"Ah, you have woken," he said, taking a seat by the bedside. He pulled back the sheets and examined the wound on my stomach. "Shouldn't be long now before that's completely healed."
He sat back and sighed. "I'm not going to ask what happened that night."
"That night?!" I wondered. How long had I been sleeping?
"After all, I cannot get Legolas or Boromir to speak of it. However I *did* see Boromir attack you with that knife. He has been sent from Rivendell back to Gondor, and shall not be welcome back here until I see it fit for him to return."
I nodded. So Boromir was gone. "How long have I slept?" I asked.
"Two nights since your...disagreement...with Boromir," he answered. "I gave you something to make the wound heal quicker...unfortunately it causes you to sleep for an unnaturally long time in the meanwhile."
He stood to go. "Please remember, I do not wish to hear of, or see, any more disagreements in my household. I am letting it drop this time, but next time I shall be wanting to get to the bottom of it."
I nodded again, feeling like a child being told off.
"Now, Legolas is outside, he wishes to talk to you. I told him he could not see you until you are awake, but you still need rest, at least another day in bed. Do you wish to speak with your friend now?"
"No, please send him away," I replied. "I do not wish to see him," I muttered under my breath.
Elrond raised an eyebrow at me. "As you wish," he said, and left.
I turned my head away from the door as he opened it, not wishing to see Legolas's face, for I knew I would cry if I did so.
I could not believe what he had done to me. He had betrayed my trust, shunned my love, and broken my heart. And now I had nothing.
Then somehow inside me, I reached some calmness, blankness. It is all I could feel. Not sad, nor angry, not heartbroken, not melancholy. It was as if all my emotions had been sucked out, and there was just blankness. Empty.