Unlike Aragorn, Kathryn took little comfort from her words, however heartfelt they were. In the dark corner she brooded as a figure strolled under the patches of moonlight in the hall. His heavy boots echoed through the otherwise silent haven of memory. She watched him, and perceived that it was Boromir, the man she had snapped at in the Council. As he examined a painting of Isildur's last stand against Sauron, she studied him. Familiarity lingered on the outskirts of her mind, but when she tried to grasp at the memories, she slipped away, and yet it dogged her despite her attempts to shake it off.

He was from Gondor. His tunic was burgundy with golden brocades of diamonds, and over that he wore a dark, sleeveless mantle. By him hung a horn and a hunting dagger - he had courteously left his sword in his rooms, she presumed. The face of this strange man intrigued her. Desperation lurked behind his eyes, in a few unguarded glances, but well hidden by pride and will. Hope still remained inside him, yet by a little impatient sigh or clench of a fist she could see he was fighting to keep it kindled. His light brown hair was tucked back behind his ears, and his beard was well trimmed. Each pace he made along the floor bespoke of pride bordering on arrogance.

Turning from his curious scrutiny, he finally noticed her. He walked forward, to try and ascertain who is was.

"Are you an elf of the place?" He finally asked. She merely stared at him. "You seem more earthly than these who skip lightly around singing of stars and trees."

"Men the North, South and West are welcome here." She replied softly.

"I see you are no man, lady Aredylen." He said, an undecided frown on his face. Kathryn nodded. Boromir seemed to remember something. "That vision I spoke of. I apologise if I insulted you in any way. It was not I who dreamt it first, though it did eventually enter my dreams. My brother heard the voice first and clearer than I. But I entreated the Steward to allow me to journey to Imladris." He drew himself up tall. "I am the elder son, the future of Gondor will rest with me one day. I thought Imladris would give me answers. But it has given me nothing but more questions." He glanced at her. "Perhaps you could help me. My brother bid me deliver a message to someone who told him they dwelt here. Do you know of a Kathryn?"

"I am she." She said crossing her arms.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Ah, my brother speaks highly of you. You knew him in your visits to Gondor?"

"I am not sure of whom you speak. What is your brother's name?"

"His name is Faramir."

Now Kathryn remembered. "Faramir? How is he - I have not seen him in ten years!"

Boromir smiled, "He was well when I left him this Spring, though as troubled as I by the Shadow growing in the East. We were driven out of Ithilien and he and I along with two others barely reached the other side of the Anduin swimming. The orcs jeered at us from the eastern shore until they realised we had taken down the bridges." He smiled wryly.

"That was truly brave of you." Kathryn remarked. "What is this message from him, then?"

"Nothing much save hopes that you are well and much of what I have already told you. He said Gandalf has not paid him a visit for a long time, and misses his tutelage."

"I hope to see Faramir soon." Kathryn murmured smiled from old memories and uncrossed her arms, changing her previous impression of this man.

"You fight?" Boromir asked nodding at the sword on her belt.

"Yes, my father was a Ranger, I took up much of his ways."

"Then you will be useful on this quest, will you not?"

"I hope to be, though I'm glad there is another man apart from Aragorn along with me." Boromir smiled in return and walked along to where Narsil rested.

"The shards of Narsil!" He exclaimed quietly to himself, lifting the hilt and hefting it in his hand. "The blade that cut the Ring from Sauron's hand." He swung the broken blade at an imaginary foe, then his eyes came into contact with Kathryn's glaring ones. She did not like him touching the relic. "But nothing more than a broken blade." He said quickly, replacing it hastily. Instead it bounced of the side and crashed to the floor. Boromir hurried away.

As if taking Boromir's exit as a cue, Legolas stepped in, fair skin glowing in the moonlight. His shining blue eyes sought hers and held their gaze as he walked towards her.

"Renich i lû i erui govannem (Do you remember when we first met)?" She asked him, smiling.

He smiled, his eyes glowing. "Nauthannen i ned ôl riannen (I thought I had strayed into a dream)." He replied in soft elvish.

She laughed quietly. "Riannenach i ne' maeth mellon nin (You had strayed into a fight my friend)."

"Thenin (True)." He remarked while caressing her cheek, looking deep into her eyes. "Medui penninor gostannon le (Yesterday I feared for you)" He stopped, a shadow flickering in his eyes. Fear. "Avo aniron ad mistan o nin. Dartho gui nin (Please don't leave me again. Stay by my side)!" Kathryn flinched away from his touch.

"Nauthach ú-berion nin (You think I cannot protect myself)?" She murmured.

"Boe broniatham naeg ae cerithan (We will both have to endure pain if you do)."

"Dan u-henion nin, Legolas (Then you do not understand me, Legolas)." She could not look at him, instead turning and walking into the night.