A/N: Onwards!
Unwanted Guests
I was woken by the sound of an approaching group, I had obviously only slept for a few minutes, despite not intending to. I had wanted to wait for Legolas and the others to return, unsure of their safety and untrusting of Boromir. I was concerned; the sun was beginning to set, Legolas still had not returned, neither had the hobbits despite being gone for over an hour. My brow furrowed, I squinted into the distance in an attempt to see who may be walking up to the camp. The last of the day's sunlight shined orange off glowing golden hair and I began to settle once more. Everything would be fine now. He was safe. Not only that but directly behind him were the tiny figures of Sam and Frodo. The three of them spoke animatedly, but I could not hear what had worked them into such a frenzy.
I rose nervously. In my eyes I both deserved and owed an apology and did not know how to clear the air between my beloved and myself. I would welcome the hobbits with a smile, I decided, to hide the presence of any hard feelings. I walked over to him beaming and was just about to lock my arms around his waist when I got a good look at his face, having previously been blinded by the sun.
His eyes were red and blood shot, marks ran down his cheek where he had clearly been rubbing at his face. His head hung low as he attempted to hide this. A knife shot through my heart as I knew he had been crying, and quite vehemently from the look of his beautiful features. My thoughts turned immediately to what Boromir had done, beginning to speculate. But it was then I noticed that Boromir had not accompanied the group back. I swallowed my musings as I saw no injury upon my lover; something had clearly upset him. I pulled him close.
"What has wrung tears from your eyes?" I spoke carefully, soft and gentle.
"I am sorry for arguing with you. I know you were just concerned." With that I shifted the elf into my arms, closing my eyes, fearful of ever letting go.
"Think nothing of it" I murmured without hesitation. "I too am sorry for over reacting like I did." I believed I had quietened him but was shocked as I felt a dampness on my shoulder. I released and cupped his face in my hands holding it directly ahead of my own. "Surely this meagre disagreement cannot trouble you like this. It was nothing and is now over, forgotten, finished. You proved yourself to me; you have returned unharmed, my fears were unfounded." I did not miss his split second reaction to this, but I chose not to question. I noticed how close the newly returned hobbits hovered to us, keen for privacy I shooed them gently away, though it took more persuasion than usual. My love was now hurriedly drying his eyes. Not knowing what else to do I kissed him full on the mouth with the passion that we shared before this evil poison had claimed him. I was horrified was the elf began to desperately escape me and pull away. I of course stopped and let him go. He backed off swiftly; I saw how his lithe body trembled. He attempted a hurried explanation.
"Nay, Aragorn 'tis not you but me. I am weary and my head pains me."
I nodded to show understanding that I did not. "Very well, eat first then rest. We will travel hard tomorrow. We may reach Lothlorien by nightfall."
"Thank you." He mumbled before asking me to guide him to his food.
He ate hungrily before heading towards his place of sleep for the night. To my surprise he found his way to the nearest tree before climbing it. I expressed my worry that he might fall, but he climbed ably despite now being able to see, holding his hands out in front of him. He had not chosen to sleep in the trees for many weeks, preferring to stay on the ground with me. He had once told me that he always felt safer sleeping in the trees, but he chose to sacrifice that for me, feeling just as secure in my arms. What had caused him to require the feeling of such safety? I was puzzled as I noticed both Sam and Frodo moving their bedding closer to Legolas, protectively choosing to sleep at the bottom of the tree the elf rested in. Had they noticed his discomfort? How sweet of them to watch over him like that. Though they would be of little use in a full-scale attack, they would certainly make life very difficult for any unwanted guest and would be sure to alert the rest of the camp.
That was why I was so shocked to see them stand, swords at the ready as Boromir appeared from the trees.
A/N: Ok, no great errors in that hopefully. Come back for more, same time, same place.
Unwanted Guests
I was woken by the sound of an approaching group, I had obviously only slept for a few minutes, despite not intending to. I had wanted to wait for Legolas and the others to return, unsure of their safety and untrusting of Boromir. I was concerned; the sun was beginning to set, Legolas still had not returned, neither had the hobbits despite being gone for over an hour. My brow furrowed, I squinted into the distance in an attempt to see who may be walking up to the camp. The last of the day's sunlight shined orange off glowing golden hair and I began to settle once more. Everything would be fine now. He was safe. Not only that but directly behind him were the tiny figures of Sam and Frodo. The three of them spoke animatedly, but I could not hear what had worked them into such a frenzy.
I rose nervously. In my eyes I both deserved and owed an apology and did not know how to clear the air between my beloved and myself. I would welcome the hobbits with a smile, I decided, to hide the presence of any hard feelings. I walked over to him beaming and was just about to lock my arms around his waist when I got a good look at his face, having previously been blinded by the sun.
His eyes were red and blood shot, marks ran down his cheek where he had clearly been rubbing at his face. His head hung low as he attempted to hide this. A knife shot through my heart as I knew he had been crying, and quite vehemently from the look of his beautiful features. My thoughts turned immediately to what Boromir had done, beginning to speculate. But it was then I noticed that Boromir had not accompanied the group back. I swallowed my musings as I saw no injury upon my lover; something had clearly upset him. I pulled him close.
"What has wrung tears from your eyes?" I spoke carefully, soft and gentle.
"I am sorry for arguing with you. I know you were just concerned." With that I shifted the elf into my arms, closing my eyes, fearful of ever letting go.
"Think nothing of it" I murmured without hesitation. "I too am sorry for over reacting like I did." I believed I had quietened him but was shocked as I felt a dampness on my shoulder. I released and cupped his face in my hands holding it directly ahead of my own. "Surely this meagre disagreement cannot trouble you like this. It was nothing and is now over, forgotten, finished. You proved yourself to me; you have returned unharmed, my fears were unfounded." I did not miss his split second reaction to this, but I chose not to question. I noticed how close the newly returned hobbits hovered to us, keen for privacy I shooed them gently away, though it took more persuasion than usual. My love was now hurriedly drying his eyes. Not knowing what else to do I kissed him full on the mouth with the passion that we shared before this evil poison had claimed him. I was horrified was the elf began to desperately escape me and pull away. I of course stopped and let him go. He backed off swiftly; I saw how his lithe body trembled. He attempted a hurried explanation.
"Nay, Aragorn 'tis not you but me. I am weary and my head pains me."
I nodded to show understanding that I did not. "Very well, eat first then rest. We will travel hard tomorrow. We may reach Lothlorien by nightfall."
"Thank you." He mumbled before asking me to guide him to his food.
He ate hungrily before heading towards his place of sleep for the night. To my surprise he found his way to the nearest tree before climbing it. I expressed my worry that he might fall, but he climbed ably despite now being able to see, holding his hands out in front of him. He had not chosen to sleep in the trees for many weeks, preferring to stay on the ground with me. He had once told me that he always felt safer sleeping in the trees, but he chose to sacrifice that for me, feeling just as secure in my arms. What had caused him to require the feeling of such safety? I was puzzled as I noticed both Sam and Frodo moving their bedding closer to Legolas, protectively choosing to sleep at the bottom of the tree the elf rested in. Had they noticed his discomfort? How sweet of them to watch over him like that. Though they would be of little use in a full-scale attack, they would certainly make life very difficult for any unwanted guest and would be sure to alert the rest of the camp.
That was why I was so shocked to see them stand, swords at the ready as Boromir appeared from the trees.
A/N: Ok, no great errors in that hopefully. Come back for more, same time, same place.