Disclaimer: AU Story. My second large fic because it gave me so much
pleasure writing the last. I do not own any of the characters or places in
this story- both belong to the genius, Tolkien. I know; I torture the
characters but I will do my very best to save them. Hope you enjoy!
TrueFan: Hehe, I am really glad you liked Ch. 10! More is going to happen now!
Feline Deamon: I didn't get to see it, unfortunately. But ne'er mind, there will always be the next thousand times.. You are not bad at writing! Why would you be bad at something you enjoy? It's impossible, trust me.
WARNING: Angry, angst-y people in this chapter. Beware.
~ Chapter Twelve ~
Aragorn and Boromir were sitting in the clearing, overlooking Lórien as the afternoon stretched out in flickers of red and gold. The two men exchanged little conversation as it too often strayed back to Gandalf or the quest and they were not ready to talk about either just yet. After a long time of silence, Boromir said quietly,
"Upon meeting the Lady Galadriel, I would swear that I heard her voice on the inside of my mind as well. She told me that there was hope left for my city. That cannot be right can it? It is long since we had any hope."
"What do believe?" Aragorn asked.
"I believe-" he glanced at his companion then smirked and looked down- "You know what I believe."
"You must understand that any other path than this would go astray, Boromir. This is the only way."
"How many time I have heard those words!" Boromir shouted, getting to his feet, "Almost every day, someone says it to me. But there are more ways. There are other paths that we might take. Maybe not all men can be broken by the Ring."
"Why do you expect yourself to be immune to Its evil? Even Gandalf would not touch It. Why would you be any different?" Aragorn retorted, rising to meet Boromir's eyes. The man shook his head, letting out a frustrated sigh.
"I was talking about you, Aragorn!"
And then he marched away down the stairs. His words hung in the air like frost.
--
Legolas and Gimli were climbing the central staircase and making for the highest point.
"Have you ever seen it, master elf?" Gimli asked.
"Never. Though I often hear from those who have. They say that it is the most wondrous view in all of Middle-Earth," his friend replied from above. He was delighted to be able to show Gimli these things and not have them scorned. The dwarf had even offered to show Legolas some of his own home when they returned. The jewels of the underground caverns and tall noble peak of the Lonely Mountain itself. It gave him great joy to know that each was sharing a wonder with the other. He often wondered why two people of enemy kinds would get along so well while Aragorn and Boromir argued so frequently. But, come to that, the hobbits seemed in best company together but they were quite contented to be with elves, men and dwarves. Legolas shook his head, a smile on his face. Hobbits were the race that seemed willing to embrace any living creature. Was that the right way to go about it? Or to be on a constant lookout all your life?
"Here, Gimli! Oh- it is beyond words!"
The view was unbelievable. For hundreds of miles it stretched out. The blue snake of the Anduin coiled about the landscape and dark patches of forest hemmed it in on either side for miles around. The grey plains in between were lit in the bright golden glow of the setting sun, sending a vast web of light across their blank faces. Lórien's borders glimmered iridescent green and colours danced among the leaves. A cluster of birds rose up in the distant and, in a cloud of red and blue, they headed west towards the Misty Mountains.
"Legolas.. dwarves have certainly missed much. I will come here every day until the day I leave. The beauty of this.. I cannot begin to describe it. It was as if this view were built by the hands of the elves themselves."
"Time can take much away in its wake but it also creates many wondrous treasures. In time, this may be even more beautiful or foul, depending on where our road leads us," Legolas said as he gazed out over the canopy.
"Do you believe that going to Minas Tirith will be for the worse of our world? Are men to be so distrusted?" the dwarf asked, his eyes almost lost under his red eyebrows. His companion paused in thought.
"Yes. I do not agree that Boromir should lead us there. Less people will attract less attention and the enemy will expect us to come from the city. But I do not foresee us entering Mordor together."
"What do you mean?"
"I am not sure.. But I believe that soon the Fellowship will be broken. Gandalf held us together but many bonds are being cut and I think that it will end up differently somehow. Maybe we will all eventually reach Orodruin but I cannot see us doing it as a company." He looked down at Gimli. "Frodo will not be able to take his friends into danger. Not after what he has seen."
"That much I know. I hope you are wrong and that the company will not be separated. Frodo knows that we do not fear the fight that will ensue," the dwarf protested. But Legolas calmed him with his steady gaze.
"He knows that. But he believes himself to be responsible for any harm that comes to us. He carries a truly heavy burden and the Ring draws evil to him so that danger stalks us all. The Dark Lord will do anything to have the One Ring returned to him and I expect that we pose little threat to him. Frodo is very wise. He knows all this and understands the peril that we are facing. Would you be willing to place any of your companions in danger?"
Gimli was silent. Then he said in a quiet voice.
"I believe Frodo understood as well as Gandalf. I miss him, Legolas."
"So do I. But we have to hold on. For Frodo's sake. Of all times, he needs us the most now. Let us hope that I am wrong and that the Fellowship will stay together all the way to Mordor."
"No matter what Frodo says or does?" Gimli said, raising an eyebrow. Legolas shrugged.
"We shall see."
~
Kind of depressing and not a single hobbit moment! Aw well, we have a limitless eternity before us. I love you all! *sniffles*
TrueFan: Hehe, I am really glad you liked Ch. 10! More is going to happen now!
Feline Deamon: I didn't get to see it, unfortunately. But ne'er mind, there will always be the next thousand times.. You are not bad at writing! Why would you be bad at something you enjoy? It's impossible, trust me.
WARNING: Angry, angst-y people in this chapter. Beware.
~ Chapter Twelve ~
Aragorn and Boromir were sitting in the clearing, overlooking Lórien as the afternoon stretched out in flickers of red and gold. The two men exchanged little conversation as it too often strayed back to Gandalf or the quest and they were not ready to talk about either just yet. After a long time of silence, Boromir said quietly,
"Upon meeting the Lady Galadriel, I would swear that I heard her voice on the inside of my mind as well. She told me that there was hope left for my city. That cannot be right can it? It is long since we had any hope."
"What do believe?" Aragorn asked.
"I believe-" he glanced at his companion then smirked and looked down- "You know what I believe."
"You must understand that any other path than this would go astray, Boromir. This is the only way."
"How many time I have heard those words!" Boromir shouted, getting to his feet, "Almost every day, someone says it to me. But there are more ways. There are other paths that we might take. Maybe not all men can be broken by the Ring."
"Why do you expect yourself to be immune to Its evil? Even Gandalf would not touch It. Why would you be any different?" Aragorn retorted, rising to meet Boromir's eyes. The man shook his head, letting out a frustrated sigh.
"I was talking about you, Aragorn!"
And then he marched away down the stairs. His words hung in the air like frost.
--
Legolas and Gimli were climbing the central staircase and making for the highest point.
"Have you ever seen it, master elf?" Gimli asked.
"Never. Though I often hear from those who have. They say that it is the most wondrous view in all of Middle-Earth," his friend replied from above. He was delighted to be able to show Gimli these things and not have them scorned. The dwarf had even offered to show Legolas some of his own home when they returned. The jewels of the underground caverns and tall noble peak of the Lonely Mountain itself. It gave him great joy to know that each was sharing a wonder with the other. He often wondered why two people of enemy kinds would get along so well while Aragorn and Boromir argued so frequently. But, come to that, the hobbits seemed in best company together but they were quite contented to be with elves, men and dwarves. Legolas shook his head, a smile on his face. Hobbits were the race that seemed willing to embrace any living creature. Was that the right way to go about it? Or to be on a constant lookout all your life?
"Here, Gimli! Oh- it is beyond words!"
The view was unbelievable. For hundreds of miles it stretched out. The blue snake of the Anduin coiled about the landscape and dark patches of forest hemmed it in on either side for miles around. The grey plains in between were lit in the bright golden glow of the setting sun, sending a vast web of light across their blank faces. Lórien's borders glimmered iridescent green and colours danced among the leaves. A cluster of birds rose up in the distant and, in a cloud of red and blue, they headed west towards the Misty Mountains.
"Legolas.. dwarves have certainly missed much. I will come here every day until the day I leave. The beauty of this.. I cannot begin to describe it. It was as if this view were built by the hands of the elves themselves."
"Time can take much away in its wake but it also creates many wondrous treasures. In time, this may be even more beautiful or foul, depending on where our road leads us," Legolas said as he gazed out over the canopy.
"Do you believe that going to Minas Tirith will be for the worse of our world? Are men to be so distrusted?" the dwarf asked, his eyes almost lost under his red eyebrows. His companion paused in thought.
"Yes. I do not agree that Boromir should lead us there. Less people will attract less attention and the enemy will expect us to come from the city. But I do not foresee us entering Mordor together."
"What do you mean?"
"I am not sure.. But I believe that soon the Fellowship will be broken. Gandalf held us together but many bonds are being cut and I think that it will end up differently somehow. Maybe we will all eventually reach Orodruin but I cannot see us doing it as a company." He looked down at Gimli. "Frodo will not be able to take his friends into danger. Not after what he has seen."
"That much I know. I hope you are wrong and that the company will not be separated. Frodo knows that we do not fear the fight that will ensue," the dwarf protested. But Legolas calmed him with his steady gaze.
"He knows that. But he believes himself to be responsible for any harm that comes to us. He carries a truly heavy burden and the Ring draws evil to him so that danger stalks us all. The Dark Lord will do anything to have the One Ring returned to him and I expect that we pose little threat to him. Frodo is very wise. He knows all this and understands the peril that we are facing. Would you be willing to place any of your companions in danger?"
Gimli was silent. Then he said in a quiet voice.
"I believe Frodo understood as well as Gandalf. I miss him, Legolas."
"So do I. But we have to hold on. For Frodo's sake. Of all times, he needs us the most now. Let us hope that I am wrong and that the Fellowship will stay together all the way to Mordor."
"No matter what Frodo says or does?" Gimli said, raising an eyebrow. Legolas shrugged.
"We shall see."
~
Kind of depressing and not a single hobbit moment! Aw well, we have a limitless eternity before us. I love you all! *sniffles*