As we made our way down the Great River, Anduin, we divided ourselves into the boats given to us in Lothlorien. Boromir was with Pippin and Merry, who seem to have grown very fond of him. The Ring-bearer and his faithful companion went with my lover. And I, I was stuck with the stupid dwarf, actually we became fairly good friends during our stay in the Golden Wood. I later learned that Gimli found Galadriel to be the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

The river carried us well and to make good time we hardly had to row, but there was still a great strain on the fellowship. Between Boromir and Aragorn were the greatest problems. As much as they tried to hide their disputes, they became more and more obvious. Boromir still had wished for the ring to go with him to Gondor. Aragorn would not see it so. Yet, Aragorn himself wanted to go to Gondor. Maybe not to claim the throne right then, but it was beginning to have a pull on him.

The little ones, except Frodo, still seemed happy and not noticing the cares of what was happening. Poor Frodo, the ring, the fate of all Middle Earth, the problems of a breaking fellowship, all weighed down upon him. I am glad that the ring never came to be in my possession, for I don't know if I would have been able to carry the burden that the little halfling did.

Days passed as we slowly traveled down the Great River. At night watches would be set, but Aragorn always seemed to be awake, only during my watch would he rest. Aragorn would and lay his head in my lap, slowly sinking into the sleep that he needed. I would thread my long fingers through his dark locks or gently stroke his rough cheek.

Even then, though he was with me, trying to give me love, I found that I often worried of what Arwen's reaction might be. She had sworn her immortality to him, promised to stay with him and love him till he died. I had not made such promises or sworn anything to him, yet there he lay. Head cradled in my lap, hoping to wake before the others so a quick kiss could be exchanged.

Dawn broke one morning while I had been the last on watch. Sunlight played across Aragorn's rugged features, bating them in a warm glowing light. I couldn't stop myself from reaching out to touch his face. At the touch his eyes fluttered open and tried to focus on me.

"Legolas," he murmured before sitting up to face me, then beckoned me to sit in his lap. I obliged and snuggled my back up against his chest, while he wrapped his strong arms around my delicate figure. With hand he reached and tucked a stray braid behind my ear, lightly letting his fingertips caress the sensitive point. I shivered and leaned back against his strong body. His lips were setting little fires to my neck as they left little fluttering kisses across it.

"How was you watch?"

"Fine," I managed even though I was breathing heavier with each kiss.

"That's good. You didn't see anything?"

"No, there was nothing."

I sifted my body so that I could kiss his lips. He placed a light kiss upon my brow and then more forcefully kissed my lips. Again claiming my mouth. My tongue swirled around his, enjoying his earthy taste. I buried my long fingers in his dark hair, deepening the kiss.

Suddenly, I sensed we were being watched. He must have too for at the exact moment he pulled back from the kiss. My sharp eyes darted around the camp and met the eyes of good ol' Samwise Gamgee. His eyes were very large and a surprised look was upon his face.

As I looked closer though, Frodo's head was resting in his lap and with one hand stroking young Frodo's face and the other upon his breast, it reminded me of what I had been doing before Aragorn awoke. I stood slowly detangling myself from Aragorn's arms.

"I'll cook, Sam, let Frodo sleep," was all I said and an unspoken agreement came about that what each of us had seen would not be mentioned to the rest of the Fellowship.

In the time it took me to start a small fire and heat some breakfast, Aragorn had packed up both his and my packs, refilled everyone's water- skins, awoken the rest of the Fellowship, except Frodo, and still had time to sit down and smoke some pipeweed. I often wonder at the effects of being raised by elves and being a ranger had on Isildur's heir.

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AN: I have no excuse for not updating in forever, sorry, really I am. I will be trying to work more on this now that it is summer but don't expect too much from me! Sorry this is such a short chapter I just needed to get something down and uploaded! Please review! I will try and update more often if more people are reviewing!