Summary: Boromir decides to go with his father to Lothlorien. Why? To meet up with the delicious Legolas, of course. :D
A/N: this part is quite a bit shorter, but then, not as much happens here. *contains slash!!!*
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The journey to Lothlorien was peaceful; it was long and gave me plenty of time to think.
At first I felt almost ashamed of what I had done, but then I realized there was no need to; we both still had our pride, and no one had to know. Besides, it was an enjoyable experience.
Unknowingly, I was quietly humming that tune Legolas had been those few nights ago. Catching myself, I stayed quiet, enjoying the view of the lands around us on our long ride.
*
Legolas had been right; Lothlorien was beautiful. More beautiful that I had thought it would be.
Following my father inside, I heard whispers of Elves from around us, and it seemed a strange kind of magic.
Elrond spoke to my father who, in turn, spoke to me.
I was informed of what the events of the next few days would be, and when I wasn't attending council with my father - and learning to be a horrible, lying dictator like he - then I was free to wander.
I thanked my lucky stars when I was finally led to my room; an odd dugout-like building, but still lovely and comfortable-looking, which would be nice after a long ride on horses.
As I lay in my bed that night, I watched out through the curtains that were a door, and saw as Elves came creeping out from between the trees, to laugh and be with one another. Suppressing a pang of jealousy as I saw an Elf-maiden walk off holding hands with a Elf-man, I thought back to the days when I was supposed to marry some girl from the kingdom. We did indeed, love each other dearly, but something went wrong. She got sick, and she died. After that, I thought I had no more cares for anyone anymore.
That is, until I came to Rivendell.
Sighing, I settled back on the numerous pillows I had been given and closed my eyes, hoping to drift off the sleep.
I was startled from my semi-sleep when a body lay next to me.
Without opening my eyes, I knew who it was. His scent has been left in my mind for days, and with one touch of his hand upon my face, I couldn't help but take his hand and kiss it, like a gentleman would to a lady.
A soft laugh, and I opened my eyes to see his, a sparkling, shimmering blue staring back into mine.
"Did you miss me?" he asked quietly, kissing me softly.
"Of course I did," I replied, pulling him close, for an undisturbed night of staying in each other's arms.
*
Days passed eventfully in Lothlorien, what with I going to councils with my father, pretending to care about what was happening. In my free time, I'd wander around and see everything, or Legolas would teach me things and tell me stories; he told me about Galadriel, the Lady of the Wood, who usually resided there, but for a reason he wouldn't tell me, she wasn't there.
Nights passed happily, as Legolas would come to me almost every night, and we would curl around each other, very peaceful.
But one day, my father announced that they had made a decision; we would be starting our journey back to Gondor the following day.
As I told Legolas, he played with the buttons on my tunic, not saying anything, just nodding in understanding.
"I am going to miss you, Legolas. You're very important to me," I paused for a few minutes, as he ran his hand up and down my shirt. "Do you not have anything at all to say?"
He looked at me with an almost sad look in his eyes. "I am going to miss you as well, Boromir. Our times together have been special. I am... I only wish we could have more time together."
"Come back to Gondor with me!" Maybe because I am just a young fool, or maybe because I didn't want to leave him, or maybe for both reasons, I suggested it.
Legolas smiled at me. "I cannot. My place is with my people. And what would people think if any Elf suddenly showed up in the White City?"
I closed my eyes. "I am just a young idiot, I know. You can say it."
I felt his hand upon my face. "How old are you, Boromir?"
"Nineteen."
"I am over two-thousand years old, friend. Everyone seems young to me."
Opening my eyes in shock, I glanced at him. "Two-thousand?"
"Yes. Elves are immortal."
That was something I had never considered. And I suppose I was young to him...
"But do not worry, Boromir. We shall see each other again."
"When?" He was right; Men and Elves had no business together. Letting go of him, I sat up. "When stars fall down and grow legs? When fish learn to talk?"
He smiled. "No; I will make a promise to you. I promise you that one day soon, we shall meet again, and experience a night just like our first one together."
I let him pull me back down so I was laying down before I said anything. "Yes, Legolas." I know I am young; I am dumb and sometimes quick to judge and accuse. But I knew I wanted this - I wanted him.
Satisfied with my answer, Legolas curled up against me, quickly falling asleep.
*
Legolas was gone when I awoke the next morning and he left no trace of himself in my bed - or so I thought.
As I was dressing, something resting on my shirt caught my attention. It was a silver chain, with a small leaf-shaped pendant.
I knew it was from him, to say he would keep his promise - because he'd have to come claim it from me.
Smiling softly to myself, I put it around my neck and hid it under my shirt before leaving my room.
*
As we were preparing our horses to leave, I asked my father if we were going back to Rivendell first. He hissed at me that I never paid attention to a word he said, and started muttering about how my brother Faramir, would make a better steward than I.
Ignoring him because I'd heard his cruel mumbling many times before, I quickly finished saddling my horse and climbed on top, patting its neck.
I silently shunned myself for being such a fool; he'd told me the night before we were returning to Gondor. I had nothing to blame my lack of memory on, so I blamed it on myself.
And on the long ride home, I subconsciously began blaming many things on myself: why Faramir was better then me, why I was such an idiot, why my fiancee died-
Shaking my head, I tried to snap myself out of such thoughts and listen to my father talking about the results of all the meetings.
*
When we got back to Gondor, the first thing I did was go straight to my chambers. I threw myself down on my bed and screamed into my pillows until my throat was hoarse and it hurt to breathe.
I knew I had changed on that trip; I was more relaxed and understanding, yes, but that was because of Legolas. At nineteen, being raised in a world where the most beautiful thing was a few wildflowers growing at the side of the road, and I couldn't appreciate people's beauty.
But inside, somewhere deep inside, I held more regret and pain and fear and hate than some people. I do not know if it is because my father never stopped lecturing and punishing me, or maybe because I'd never found love before, but I hated people. I hated people in general, although I used to think I hated everyone. Now I have made one exception - a tall, blonde elf who possesses my heart.
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A/N: aww see? Boromir was alive with a beating heart before- oh, gasp! I cannot say! ;) That'll be in the next chapter. 'Til then, ja!~
A/N: this part is quite a bit shorter, but then, not as much happens here. *contains slash!!!*
****
The journey to Lothlorien was peaceful; it was long and gave me plenty of time to think.
At first I felt almost ashamed of what I had done, but then I realized there was no need to; we both still had our pride, and no one had to know. Besides, it was an enjoyable experience.
Unknowingly, I was quietly humming that tune Legolas had been those few nights ago. Catching myself, I stayed quiet, enjoying the view of the lands around us on our long ride.
*
Legolas had been right; Lothlorien was beautiful. More beautiful that I had thought it would be.
Following my father inside, I heard whispers of Elves from around us, and it seemed a strange kind of magic.
Elrond spoke to my father who, in turn, spoke to me.
I was informed of what the events of the next few days would be, and when I wasn't attending council with my father - and learning to be a horrible, lying dictator like he - then I was free to wander.
I thanked my lucky stars when I was finally led to my room; an odd dugout-like building, but still lovely and comfortable-looking, which would be nice after a long ride on horses.
As I lay in my bed that night, I watched out through the curtains that were a door, and saw as Elves came creeping out from between the trees, to laugh and be with one another. Suppressing a pang of jealousy as I saw an Elf-maiden walk off holding hands with a Elf-man, I thought back to the days when I was supposed to marry some girl from the kingdom. We did indeed, love each other dearly, but something went wrong. She got sick, and she died. After that, I thought I had no more cares for anyone anymore.
That is, until I came to Rivendell.
Sighing, I settled back on the numerous pillows I had been given and closed my eyes, hoping to drift off the sleep.
I was startled from my semi-sleep when a body lay next to me.
Without opening my eyes, I knew who it was. His scent has been left in my mind for days, and with one touch of his hand upon my face, I couldn't help but take his hand and kiss it, like a gentleman would to a lady.
A soft laugh, and I opened my eyes to see his, a sparkling, shimmering blue staring back into mine.
"Did you miss me?" he asked quietly, kissing me softly.
"Of course I did," I replied, pulling him close, for an undisturbed night of staying in each other's arms.
*
Days passed eventfully in Lothlorien, what with I going to councils with my father, pretending to care about what was happening. In my free time, I'd wander around and see everything, or Legolas would teach me things and tell me stories; he told me about Galadriel, the Lady of the Wood, who usually resided there, but for a reason he wouldn't tell me, she wasn't there.
Nights passed happily, as Legolas would come to me almost every night, and we would curl around each other, very peaceful.
But one day, my father announced that they had made a decision; we would be starting our journey back to Gondor the following day.
As I told Legolas, he played with the buttons on my tunic, not saying anything, just nodding in understanding.
"I am going to miss you, Legolas. You're very important to me," I paused for a few minutes, as he ran his hand up and down my shirt. "Do you not have anything at all to say?"
He looked at me with an almost sad look in his eyes. "I am going to miss you as well, Boromir. Our times together have been special. I am... I only wish we could have more time together."
"Come back to Gondor with me!" Maybe because I am just a young fool, or maybe because I didn't want to leave him, or maybe for both reasons, I suggested it.
Legolas smiled at me. "I cannot. My place is with my people. And what would people think if any Elf suddenly showed up in the White City?"
I closed my eyes. "I am just a young idiot, I know. You can say it."
I felt his hand upon my face. "How old are you, Boromir?"
"Nineteen."
"I am over two-thousand years old, friend. Everyone seems young to me."
Opening my eyes in shock, I glanced at him. "Two-thousand?"
"Yes. Elves are immortal."
That was something I had never considered. And I suppose I was young to him...
"But do not worry, Boromir. We shall see each other again."
"When?" He was right; Men and Elves had no business together. Letting go of him, I sat up. "When stars fall down and grow legs? When fish learn to talk?"
He smiled. "No; I will make a promise to you. I promise you that one day soon, we shall meet again, and experience a night just like our first one together."
I let him pull me back down so I was laying down before I said anything. "Yes, Legolas." I know I am young; I am dumb and sometimes quick to judge and accuse. But I knew I wanted this - I wanted him.
Satisfied with my answer, Legolas curled up against me, quickly falling asleep.
*
Legolas was gone when I awoke the next morning and he left no trace of himself in my bed - or so I thought.
As I was dressing, something resting on my shirt caught my attention. It was a silver chain, with a small leaf-shaped pendant.
I knew it was from him, to say he would keep his promise - because he'd have to come claim it from me.
Smiling softly to myself, I put it around my neck and hid it under my shirt before leaving my room.
*
As we were preparing our horses to leave, I asked my father if we were going back to Rivendell first. He hissed at me that I never paid attention to a word he said, and started muttering about how my brother Faramir, would make a better steward than I.
Ignoring him because I'd heard his cruel mumbling many times before, I quickly finished saddling my horse and climbed on top, patting its neck.
I silently shunned myself for being such a fool; he'd told me the night before we were returning to Gondor. I had nothing to blame my lack of memory on, so I blamed it on myself.
And on the long ride home, I subconsciously began blaming many things on myself: why Faramir was better then me, why I was such an idiot, why my fiancee died-
Shaking my head, I tried to snap myself out of such thoughts and listen to my father talking about the results of all the meetings.
*
When we got back to Gondor, the first thing I did was go straight to my chambers. I threw myself down on my bed and screamed into my pillows until my throat was hoarse and it hurt to breathe.
I knew I had changed on that trip; I was more relaxed and understanding, yes, but that was because of Legolas. At nineteen, being raised in a world where the most beautiful thing was a few wildflowers growing at the side of the road, and I couldn't appreciate people's beauty.
But inside, somewhere deep inside, I held more regret and pain and fear and hate than some people. I do not know if it is because my father never stopped lecturing and punishing me, or maybe because I'd never found love before, but I hated people. I hated people in general, although I used to think I hated everyone. Now I have made one exception - a tall, blonde elf who possesses my heart.
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A/N: aww see? Boromir was alive with a beating heart before- oh, gasp! I cannot say! ;) That'll be in the next chapter. 'Til then, ja!~
