"How long 'till we reach the top?", Frodo called, Aragorn glanced over his shoulder.
"About fifteen minutes", he replied, returning his eyes to the path ahead, not prepared to let his concentration lapse. Legolas jogged to catch up with Aragorn whilst Boromir glared at his retreating back. For everything the elf had done he could not help but harbor adeep envy for him. Not because of his weapon skills, nor because of his skills as a tracker, but because he was favoured by Aragorn. Boromir could not understand why Aragorn put so much faith, so much loyalty and respect into the elf. Ever since the meeting at Rivendell, Boromir had suspected something deep between Aragorn and Legolas....and he was deeply jealous.
"Hey Boromir, are ye alright?", Pippin called, "D'ya want an apple". And with that Pippin pulled two apples out of his bulging pockets. Boromir laughed softly.
"No Pippin, keep them for yourself", he replied, the hobbit shrugged and bit into one of the apples. Boromir returned his thoughts to Aragorn, something which had happened quite frequently over the last week or so, he could not get the other man out of his head. He knew that someone would catch him if he kept watching the ranger but he couldn't care less. For his heart held a deep love for Aragorn which he could not help and he did not wish to try and prevent.
"Boromir", Aragorn called, Boromir looked up and found Aragorn's beautiful grey eyes looking at him in concern, his heart pounded against his chest and he swallowed to keep his composure.
"Yes?", he asked, Aragorn looked as though he were going to ask him something but instead he shook his head and laughed softly.
"It doesn't matter really, I was just checking you were still with us", he smiled, Boromir gave him a quick smile back but caught Legolas glaring at him with a look of hatred Boromir had never seen present in the elf's eyes. Was he perhaps closer to the truth then he had thought?
