Author's note: To all of you who reviewed. Elven Archer Tiniwiel: You are right; the Ring's temptation is evil. But to Boromir it is sweet, because he longs for the things the Ring promises him.

Asen: of course you will find out what happened to Aragorn, although I can't tell you if it's going to be soon or maybe a little later. SpaceVixenX: You don't ramble, don't worry about it, lol, it's always great to read your reviews. Dreamy-Eyes-and- midnight: Here you are, I did write more, not soon, but not too late either Lady Venoms: yes yes, I know, silly me can't really type. I have chapter three ready without spelling errors, and I really should post it. I'm glad you like my story, and the details of it. Enigma Jade: again thank you for reviewing, I appreciate it Starfleet Hobbit: Oh oh, you like Boromir? I might not be so gentle with him in the future chapters. Sorry, but keep in mind, he's being tempted by the Ring, his thoughts are not his own.

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"I do not understand."

The Hobbit named Pippin looked from one to another, hoping a better explanation would follow. Unfortunately for him, nobody seemed to understand it. They all looked puzzled to the ranger, whose eyes looked back to them, but seeing only darkness. Boromir was making sure himself, waving a hand before his friend's eyes, testing if they would react or not. The grey eyes looked beyond that, not registering anything.

A small gasp escaped the man's lips when a hand grabbed his wrist tightly, forcing him to stop his movements.

"Could you please stop doing that? I may not be able to see, but I do sense what is passing before me."

Aragorn almost looked smug, visualizing the reaction of the man in front of him. He knew the eyes must be large, the mouth a little opened in shock, a frown edged on the face.

"And do not stare at me so."

Boromir kept looking, knowing now that the ranger was still able to do many things. He could hear, and take in his surroundings; he could still be of value to them. He was overcome with relief, and yet, maybe a little disappointment. He did not understand that feeling, nor why he felt it. Merry was not encouraged by this, he could only feel worry, for his friend, but also for the Fellowship. He glanced back, to the sleeping form of Legolas, hoping the Elf would wake up, so he could make sure things were going to be alright. The Elf stayed still, the pale face not showing signs of waking, the eyes closed. The eyes closed? Aragorn told them not so long ago that Elves always slept with their eyes open! He could remember it vividly, for they all had stared at the Elf, staring in wonder at the dark blue eyes looking up, but not registering. Of course Legolas had sensed it, and he had blinked, looking up into four very surprised Hobbits. Merry remembered the musical laughter when they had explained why they were staring, causing the Elf to laugh most of his watch.

"Legolas sleeps with his eyes closed."

Merry almost jumped up, had he spoken out loud? Surely he had not. But they were al looking at Sam, before gazing as one to the Elf. The faithful companion had seen the worried look on Merry's face and had followed the gaze, seeing the object of his affection. And he too had seen the strange occurrence.

"He is merely exhausted. He has not slept in many days, and I fear my injury has left him shocked." Aragorn spoke, not able to see his friend, but knowing he had to explain it to the rest. He looked relaxed and unemotional on the outside, but it was a mere façade. His inner emotions were in turmoil, fighting against the panic that arose with in him. He did not understand his injury, nor did he know if he was able to be of any help now. The Elf's state also worried him, it was unnatural to sleep with eyes closed. It was not pure exhaustion; something else was troubling the fair being, other then the injury in his ears. A thought silently sneaked up, causing the ranger to freeze for a second. What if not only himself but also the Elf was affected by the strange black magic that had caused his blindness? What if his forest friend was injured in a way unknown to them all, could he still relay on his faithful friend? I am loosing him, Aragorn thought. I am loosing him and there is naught I can do. And he realised that he lost more then just his eyesight, he had lost hope in this journey, the hope in ever succeeding.