Author's note:
Again I have to thank all my wonderful reviewers who have been patient with
me for waiting so long.
- Staran: *grins* Aragorn will get better, I promise.
-Kaimelieamin: I'm glad I could surprise you with this story, as there are so many stories about LOTR
-SpaceVixenX: oh no! You are using that face again! Not fair! Here it is, another chapter *hides from puppy face*
-Alyssa: thank you!
-Sabercrazy: hmmm *ponders that great idea and chuckles* Thanks!
-Lina Skye: *bows to the Supreme Aragorn-obsessor* Lol, don't slap poor Leggy, he can't help it.
-Lil*bee: Yep, I'm author, I can do anything. I can even let them all die, though that would mean I won't have a story so that would be a no.
-Zinc: Thank you, I try to be as descriptive as I can, because I know how nice it is to read stories like that.
-Asen: I hope I write longer chapters as well, but sometimes...I just keep it shorter, so I won't goof it up with unneeded things. Yes, better late then never, as long as you read it and like it, I'm perfectly happy.
-Taylor: *chuckles* Yes I changed the name of the story, sorry! I just thought this was more fitting and more..tempting to read. Oooh, you have a plot? Lemme know how things will go, I would really like to read your story!
-Dreamy-eyes: *blinks* Lol, okay okay, no need to shout! I'm sorry, I know I'm evil for not writing for so long, but things got complicated.
-Tobecontinued: Thank you, I'm honoured you think I'm staying true to the characters, it's hard to write with so many chars in a story, and I'll do my best to keep writing like this.
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Aragorn sat quietly in his boat, staring at nothing, at the darkness around him, for that is what he could see. A Blackness, a dark void, no beauty of the lands, trees, water, only this dark nightmare. And a nightmare it was, he longed to see, to feel not so pathetic, and unneeded. He felt he was a load to carry, and he had never felt like this before. Though he had felt worse yesterday, when he had been put in the boat with Boromir, he felt betrayed for some reason he could not name. He felt Legolas considered him a burden as well, and choose to ignore him. It was not true of course, and somewhere deep down he knew that very well, but it still left a tingle of hurt. The Elf only wanted to protect the young Hobbit, since he no longer could. He had fallen asleep late, and sleep would not want to come easy. But then an amazing thing happened, he had met Arwen, in his dream; he had seen her and it had brightened the whole journey.
"Do not worry," she had said, her intense brown eyes gazing into his. "You will see again, you will hope again." He had taken her hand and they had danced, like nothing had happened, everything was well, and he could see indeed. He could see her beauty, her fair face, that white glow that emanated from the being in front of him. "You are hope, Estel, hope of your people, and hope of the journey, do not fail your friends and it will be well, do not despair."
Do not despair she had said, and he had taken that advice with him into the next morn. He felt lighter, lifted of a curse, a heavy load thrown of his shoulder. He had even helped Sam and Pippin with dragging their boat to shore, when they made camp for the third time since had had lost his sight. The other sensed the change within their friend, and could only be merry about it. Legolas on the other hand, was tense, his deep blue eyes darting around as he could feel danger coming. He felt being watched, and could not see anything alarming, out of the ordinary in this old forest. He slightly jumped when a hand landed on his shoulder, as he had been so intend on looking that he had not paid attention to his blind friend, who was very close by. Aragorn briefly smiled, feeling the shiver running through Legolas, and knew he had surprised the blond Elf.
"What ails you my friend? You did not sense me close, and I know it is not easy to sneak upon an Elf on watch."
Legolas sighed, looking intently into the dark forest before him. "We should not stay here. We should not linger."
He knew they would be crossing the River in a few hours, but he felt they needed to do so now. Aragorn mistook the Elf's tense body and whispered words as a slight indication that the past events had shaken the Prince more then he cared to admit.
"We will cross the River by nightfall, go rest, my friend."
Legolas did not even give him a glance as he looked around the small camp. He would not rest, not now he saw Frodo was not there, nor was Boromir. The rest was not paying him attention, and so he walked into the forest quietly, knowing Aragorn would not be aware of him leaving. It was for the best, he only feared that he would find the two missing members of the Fellowship in a tense situation, or even a dangerous one. It did not take long for him to find the Hobbit and the human, as he heard voices in the distance, too faintly for others to pick up. What he found, a great distance from the others, made him stop, shocked at what he saw. He had thought it, suspected it, but had hoped it was not so. Boromir looming over Frodo, who was on the ground, clutching the Ring protectively in his hand. There was a hint of fear in the big blue eyes of the Hobbit, as he gazed up to the man, who had a glint of danger, madness in his own eyes. The Gondorian man was holding the hilt of his sword, yet had not drawn it, but seemed eager to do so soon.
"Boromir!," Legolas called out to the man, wanting to protect Frodo, by drawing attention to himself. The Man turned, a low grunt coming from him as he noticed who had discovered his intention. Part of him was ashamed, a part of him did not even wanted the cursed Ring. But unfortunately that part was very small, compared to his other reason, the reason of power. And right now, only an Elf was between him and that power, and it would not stop him. He drew his sword with one fluid movement, his body in a stand to attack. The lips were curled in a smile that only showed madness and anger.
And before Legolas could utter one word, Borormir lunged forward to the Elf.
-Kaimelieamin: I'm glad I could surprise you with this story, as there are so many stories about LOTR
-SpaceVixenX: oh no! You are using that face again! Not fair! Here it is, another chapter *hides from puppy face*
-Alyssa: thank you!
-Sabercrazy: hmmm *ponders that great idea and chuckles* Thanks!
-Lina Skye: *bows to the Supreme Aragorn-obsessor* Lol, don't slap poor Leggy, he can't help it.
-Lil*bee: Yep, I'm author, I can do anything. I can even let them all die, though that would mean I won't have a story so that would be a no.
-Zinc: Thank you, I try to be as descriptive as I can, because I know how nice it is to read stories like that.
-Asen: I hope I write longer chapters as well, but sometimes...I just keep it shorter, so I won't goof it up with unneeded things. Yes, better late then never, as long as you read it and like it, I'm perfectly happy.
-Taylor: *chuckles* Yes I changed the name of the story, sorry! I just thought this was more fitting and more..tempting to read. Oooh, you have a plot? Lemme know how things will go, I would really like to read your story!
-Dreamy-eyes: *blinks* Lol, okay okay, no need to shout! I'm sorry, I know I'm evil for not writing for so long, but things got complicated.
-Tobecontinued: Thank you, I'm honoured you think I'm staying true to the characters, it's hard to write with so many chars in a story, and I'll do my best to keep writing like this.
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Aragorn sat quietly in his boat, staring at nothing, at the darkness around him, for that is what he could see. A Blackness, a dark void, no beauty of the lands, trees, water, only this dark nightmare. And a nightmare it was, he longed to see, to feel not so pathetic, and unneeded. He felt he was a load to carry, and he had never felt like this before. Though he had felt worse yesterday, when he had been put in the boat with Boromir, he felt betrayed for some reason he could not name. He felt Legolas considered him a burden as well, and choose to ignore him. It was not true of course, and somewhere deep down he knew that very well, but it still left a tingle of hurt. The Elf only wanted to protect the young Hobbit, since he no longer could. He had fallen asleep late, and sleep would not want to come easy. But then an amazing thing happened, he had met Arwen, in his dream; he had seen her and it had brightened the whole journey.
"Do not worry," she had said, her intense brown eyes gazing into his. "You will see again, you will hope again." He had taken her hand and they had danced, like nothing had happened, everything was well, and he could see indeed. He could see her beauty, her fair face, that white glow that emanated from the being in front of him. "You are hope, Estel, hope of your people, and hope of the journey, do not fail your friends and it will be well, do not despair."
Do not despair she had said, and he had taken that advice with him into the next morn. He felt lighter, lifted of a curse, a heavy load thrown of his shoulder. He had even helped Sam and Pippin with dragging their boat to shore, when they made camp for the third time since had had lost his sight. The other sensed the change within their friend, and could only be merry about it. Legolas on the other hand, was tense, his deep blue eyes darting around as he could feel danger coming. He felt being watched, and could not see anything alarming, out of the ordinary in this old forest. He slightly jumped when a hand landed on his shoulder, as he had been so intend on looking that he had not paid attention to his blind friend, who was very close by. Aragorn briefly smiled, feeling the shiver running through Legolas, and knew he had surprised the blond Elf.
"What ails you my friend? You did not sense me close, and I know it is not easy to sneak upon an Elf on watch."
Legolas sighed, looking intently into the dark forest before him. "We should not stay here. We should not linger."
He knew they would be crossing the River in a few hours, but he felt they needed to do so now. Aragorn mistook the Elf's tense body and whispered words as a slight indication that the past events had shaken the Prince more then he cared to admit.
"We will cross the River by nightfall, go rest, my friend."
Legolas did not even give him a glance as he looked around the small camp. He would not rest, not now he saw Frodo was not there, nor was Boromir. The rest was not paying him attention, and so he walked into the forest quietly, knowing Aragorn would not be aware of him leaving. It was for the best, he only feared that he would find the two missing members of the Fellowship in a tense situation, or even a dangerous one. It did not take long for him to find the Hobbit and the human, as he heard voices in the distance, too faintly for others to pick up. What he found, a great distance from the others, made him stop, shocked at what he saw. He had thought it, suspected it, but had hoped it was not so. Boromir looming over Frodo, who was on the ground, clutching the Ring protectively in his hand. There was a hint of fear in the big blue eyes of the Hobbit, as he gazed up to the man, who had a glint of danger, madness in his own eyes. The Gondorian man was holding the hilt of his sword, yet had not drawn it, but seemed eager to do so soon.
"Boromir!," Legolas called out to the man, wanting to protect Frodo, by drawing attention to himself. The Man turned, a low grunt coming from him as he noticed who had discovered his intention. Part of him was ashamed, a part of him did not even wanted the cursed Ring. But unfortunately that part was very small, compared to his other reason, the reason of power. And right now, only an Elf was between him and that power, and it would not stop him. He drew his sword with one fluid movement, his body in a stand to attack. The lips were curled in a smile that only showed madness and anger.
And before Legolas could utter one word, Borormir lunged forward to the Elf.
