Author's note:
Thank you all for reviewing; I can't express how much it means to me.
-SpaceVixenX: oi! Do not use your puppy dog face on me! Your pleading is already hard to resist. As for the Elven I used in the last chapter, Aragorn is still trying to adapt to the fact that he can't see, he will use more sentences like this throughout the story, indicating he has not fully gotten used to it.
-Lina Skye: oh my, it seems that I will have to save Aragorn from the hands a very enthusiastic fan girl *winks*
-Taylor: Don't worry, you will get your plot moment and write a very good fanfic, I'm sure of it. Thank you for liking it *very big hug back*
-Mindelan: now there's a thought, maybe I can, I need to think it trough though, see if I can come up with a reason to..Oh, got it! You will have Arwen in it, promise!
-Lil*bee: You're not rude, just overly enthusiastic, which I don't mind at all. Of course I can't tell you what happens to Legolas, that would ruin the plot, but I can give you another chapter.
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The boat arrangements were slightly different now, as Frodo had requested that Legolas would be the one to accompany Sam and him. The question itself had not been discussed, although both the men had raised an eyebrow to the Elf. As if he had been the one who had thought of it.
It had actually been Frodo, who had pulled Legolas aside when the others were breaking camp. They had walked until the others were out of side, which made the Elf suspicious.
"What is wrong, Frodo? Why are you so eager to be out of hearing range?'
The Ring bearer had sighed, looking around him nervously before he confronted Legolas. His blue eyes were even wider, now that he had difficulty to say what he had intended to say. "I do not trust Boromir."
Legolas frowned, he had sensed the discomfort from the Hobbit around the Gondorian man, but had dismissed it as the uneasiness of not knowing each other that well. He did not know Frodo as well, sensed Boromir's interest in the Ring. And it surprised him even more that the young Hobbit confessed it to him and not one of the other Hobbits, they were much closer then he was with Frodo.
"Do you trust me, Little One?"
Frodo looked at him, a frown etched upon that young face. He did not know if he trusted the fair being in front of him, but he knew he felt comfortable around it. He knew Legolas would protect him when it was necessary, he could not say the same about the man he feared. There was only one way to find out, and he held up the Ring to Legolas, watching the emotions unfold upon the Elf's face. There was shock at first, at the boldness of the young Hobbit, and then, curiosity. His long fingers reached out and yet, they stopped, as a frown appeared, and maybe something of fear in the blue eyes. He shook his head, and the unreadable expression appeared again, he returned to be Legolas. What he had seen, was unknown to Frodo, but he knew one thing, Legolas had been tempted and he had reclined. He could trust the Elf, with his life.
"Yes, I trust you."
Legolas had smiled, and took Frodo back to the others; they both did not speak of it to the others. And so the Elf joined Frodo and Sam in their boat, while Boromir took the injured Aragorn with him. Gimli was quite content with Merry and Pippin, as the two Hobbits laughed merry and lightened this hard journey. Legolas had seen the Ring, had seen its power and had been strong enough at that moment to say no to temptation. The images the Ring had shone him were quite unsettling, and he had tried his best to block them out. It was not real, and it would never be real, or would it?
He closed his eyes, images of what the Ring had showed him still playing in his mind. It had tempted him, almost lured him to take it. "Come," it had said, "Take it, you want it, all you have to do is reach out. You can safe them, your kin, you can prevent the Elves from leaving Middle-earth. All you have to do is reach out and take it!" It had been the black speech of Mordor, and for the briefest moment there had been pain, the eye! And he did not take it, he had let go instead. Somehow it saddened him, what if he had taken it and could have remained here, where he belonged, along with the rest of his friends and family?
Not only the man from Gondor had dark thoughts and confusion in his mind, the Elf was tempted as well, although he did resist more. But for how long?
-SpaceVixenX: oi! Do not use your puppy dog face on me! Your pleading is already hard to resist. As for the Elven I used in the last chapter, Aragorn is still trying to adapt to the fact that he can't see, he will use more sentences like this throughout the story, indicating he has not fully gotten used to it.
-Lina Skye: oh my, it seems that I will have to save Aragorn from the hands a very enthusiastic fan girl *winks*
-Taylor: Don't worry, you will get your plot moment and write a very good fanfic, I'm sure of it. Thank you for liking it *very big hug back*
-Mindelan: now there's a thought, maybe I can, I need to think it trough though, see if I can come up with a reason to..Oh, got it! You will have Arwen in it, promise!
-Lil*bee: You're not rude, just overly enthusiastic, which I don't mind at all. Of course I can't tell you what happens to Legolas, that would ruin the plot, but I can give you another chapter.
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The boat arrangements were slightly different now, as Frodo had requested that Legolas would be the one to accompany Sam and him. The question itself had not been discussed, although both the men had raised an eyebrow to the Elf. As if he had been the one who had thought of it.
It had actually been Frodo, who had pulled Legolas aside when the others were breaking camp. They had walked until the others were out of side, which made the Elf suspicious.
"What is wrong, Frodo? Why are you so eager to be out of hearing range?'
The Ring bearer had sighed, looking around him nervously before he confronted Legolas. His blue eyes were even wider, now that he had difficulty to say what he had intended to say. "I do not trust Boromir."
Legolas frowned, he had sensed the discomfort from the Hobbit around the Gondorian man, but had dismissed it as the uneasiness of not knowing each other that well. He did not know Frodo as well, sensed Boromir's interest in the Ring. And it surprised him even more that the young Hobbit confessed it to him and not one of the other Hobbits, they were much closer then he was with Frodo.
"Do you trust me, Little One?"
Frodo looked at him, a frown etched upon that young face. He did not know if he trusted the fair being in front of him, but he knew he felt comfortable around it. He knew Legolas would protect him when it was necessary, he could not say the same about the man he feared. There was only one way to find out, and he held up the Ring to Legolas, watching the emotions unfold upon the Elf's face. There was shock at first, at the boldness of the young Hobbit, and then, curiosity. His long fingers reached out and yet, they stopped, as a frown appeared, and maybe something of fear in the blue eyes. He shook his head, and the unreadable expression appeared again, he returned to be Legolas. What he had seen, was unknown to Frodo, but he knew one thing, Legolas had been tempted and he had reclined. He could trust the Elf, with his life.
"Yes, I trust you."
Legolas had smiled, and took Frodo back to the others; they both did not speak of it to the others. And so the Elf joined Frodo and Sam in their boat, while Boromir took the injured Aragorn with him. Gimli was quite content with Merry and Pippin, as the two Hobbits laughed merry and lightened this hard journey. Legolas had seen the Ring, had seen its power and had been strong enough at that moment to say no to temptation. The images the Ring had shone him were quite unsettling, and he had tried his best to block them out. It was not real, and it would never be real, or would it?
He closed his eyes, images of what the Ring had showed him still playing in his mind. It had tempted him, almost lured him to take it. "Come," it had said, "Take it, you want it, all you have to do is reach out. You can safe them, your kin, you can prevent the Elves from leaving Middle-earth. All you have to do is reach out and take it!" It had been the black speech of Mordor, and for the briefest moment there had been pain, the eye! And he did not take it, he had let go instead. Somehow it saddened him, what if he had taken it and could have remained here, where he belonged, along with the rest of his friends and family?
Not only the man from Gondor had dark thoughts and confusion in his mind, the Elf was tempted as well, although he did resist more. But for how long?
