Summary: Three years have passed since those days in Rivendell and Lothlorien, and Boromir still feels the same for Legolas. When journeying to Rivendell once again, what will he find?
A/N: go third part! but dont worry - the fourth part explains even more (dont they all? ^_~) oke so enjoy!
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~~ Three years later
"Faramir! Where are you going?" I asked him as I followed him to the stables.
"Why do you want to know?" he asked, beginning to sound annoyed with me.
"I am just curious," I replied, unconsciously playing with the chain that still hung around my neck after all these years.
He sighed and turned around. "And why should I tell you?"
"I just want to know!"
"Fine," he began preparing his horse. "I am going to Rivendell. Father wants me to..."
Rivendell! Oh, how I would jump at the chance to go to the only place that brought me any kind of happiness, even if it was just in memory. "I haven't been there for years. May I come with you?"
Faramir shrugged, his back to me. "I don't care, as long as you stay out of my way."
Since his back was turned away from me, he didn't see the grin that spread across my face. "When are we leaving?"
"Tomorrow morning."
*
That night, I found myself unable to sleep as I was overcome with feelings and thoughts. What if he's there? Will he remember me? But what if he's not there? What if-
Sitting up, I decided to go for a walk. It was the only thing I knew what to do to clear my head. Slipping out of my room, I made my way through the corridors until I left through a side door, opening in winding paths leading through a garden. It was something I had put in for me, telling my father it would help to keep me calm.
That was only partially true. The other reason was that it gave me hope - hope that I might see him again, hope when rumors of war whispered, hope when a friend died. Anything that I would need time to think about.
Stretching myself out under a tree, I closed my eyes and focused on thinking straight.
'I have only seen him on few occasions in these past three years. I have had almost no time alone with him. We've spoken, yes, but barely touched. And now I am going back to Rivendell. If he is not there, I will not let it bother me. Besides, I am going there to see it again, not to wait for someone. And if he is there...' A smile came on my lips as I thought of embracing my friend once more.
Playing with my pendant, I let myself relax and my mind wander until it became too cold to stay outside, and I found my way back to my room.
*
I hummed a quiet tune as Faramir and I headed out, accompanied with guards.
After only a few hours, Faramir became annoyed with me. "Must you always bother me so?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't realize," I stopped my humming and from then on the only thing I did was think.
*
Once again - as I did on every long journey - my mind wandered and I considered endless possibilities of seeing Legolas again, of touching his smooth skin, of kissing those soft lips...
"Welcome, Boromir. It has been long since we have seen each other," I was greeted.
"Thank you for allowing me to come, Lord Elrond," I bowed respectively.
"I will have someone bring your bags to your rooms," Elrond turned to talk to Faramir and my eyes wandered. Once again I was in this magical place, but it looked even more beautiful than last time I'd seen it.
"Boromir, are you attending the council?" Faramir interrupted my gazing.
"Yes, brother, if you would like me to," I snapped my face in his direction.
"Very well," Elrond clasped his hands together. "We shall meet at noon tomorrow."
*
Sighing happily, I leaned sideways on one of the many golden trees overlooking a magnificent waterfall, it's water crashing down and leading into a river cutting through one side of the valley.
For the rest of that evening, I walked slowly through the gardens, as I had those short years before.
I came across a small forest of trees that were familiar to me - that part is what I based my garden back home on, for the most. Smiling, I settled under the thickest-branched tree, putting my arms behind my head and stretching my legs out in front of me, soon dozing off into sleep.
*
"Boromir..."
My eyes snapped open as I heard my name. As I woke, I lost control of myself and fell sideways and landed on the ground.
A hushed laugh was heard from behind me, and I jumped to my feet, glancing around wildly.
I spun around in almost a full circle before I stopped, my dark eyes trapped in his light eyes.
He stood there like a divine being; looking the same as he had when I first laid my sights on him.
"Legolas..." I breathed; I didn't actually believe I would see him here!
"Hello, Boromir," he smiled, taking a couple steps in my direction.
Suddenly, all the memories of us flooded back; the first night we met, what happened three nights later, how we'd share and hushed, irascible words when we could get a few moments alone, how we shared secret kisses whenever we could but never had time for more...
I didn't even know that I had missed him so much until I had to fight back an urge to throw my arms around him and kiss him until the sun rose.
"How have you been?" I asked quietly, taking a couple half steps towards him.
"Not too good; not too bad. And you?"
I paused. How to tell him? I wanted to tell him what I still felt - but now was not the time. "I've been well... Surprisingly well," I smiled.
He laughed softly. "Ah, your horrible lies still lift my spirits."
I frowned ruefully. "Just what do you mean-" I stepped towards him, losing my calm composure.
Swiftly, he caught my wrists before I could even raise my hands, a defense I unconsciously used to make myself look more threatening. "No," he smiled, almost sadly. "You haven't changed. Still lying, still fighting. Still breaking women's hearts, too?"
I stood motionless - he still knew me! I didn't know if that was good or bad, but I prayed that the wild beating of my heart would slow down. "I... I suppose so," I smiled, realizing he was just teasing.
He took a couple steps closer and put my arms around his waist then wrapped his arms around my neck, holding his face just inches away from mine.
"You, Boromir, are still a horrible liar," his quiet voice joked.
"And you, Legolas, are still a horrible tease," I smiled, picking him up off the ground, and spinning him around a couple times before setting him back down.
He laughed gleefully, almost the same as he had back in our - well, mine at least - younger days.
Smiling, I pulled him towards me, brushing my lips against his.
He pulled me deeper into the kiss, tightening his grip on me, and almost causing my heart to stop when his hands found their way to my waist and began loosening my belt.
Never breaking the kiss, I reached down and pulled his hands away.
Pausing to breathe, he pulled his face away, his eyes sparkling as he studied my face. Ever so gently, he ran his hands through my hair, touched my face, and began to place slow, soft kisses on my neck.
Worrying that someone might see us, I pulled him away gently, and told him this was not the place.
He grinned, grabbed my hand, and I followed him quickly but quietly through the many halls of the House of Elrond, until we reached his room.
"Is this the place?" he asked closing the door, his voice teasing as he pushed me backwards toward the bed with his body.
"As long as I get you," I smiled, pleased with his attitude, and quick decision.
"You're asking a lot," he whispered, pushing me onto the bed and pressing himself against me.
"Perhaps. But whether I get it in the end is what I want to know," I smiled and he began to play his hands over my body, slowly unbuttoning my vest and shirt.
I helped him untie the laces on his shirt before he pulled me into a kiss so engaging I wouldn't let him go; my arms finding their way to his back, pulling off his open shirt.
And there it was again; the pale, smooth body that had seduced me the first time, and would now do the same, for a second time.
I grabbed him tighter, running my hands slowly over his back, his stomach, his chest, feeling his slender body, taking the feel of him in.
He drew his face from mine for only a minute, to lift my shirt up over my head. He smiled ridiculously as he surveyed my body with his eyes; I was no longer as thin, I had been pushed to the limit and now was more muscular than I had even been.
Still grinning, he ran a hand over my muscular stomach, tickling me.
I caught my laugh before it could escape, but he noticed and ran his hands across my stomach again.
"Don't!" I hissed, concealing laughs. "Do you want to get caught?"
"Better to get caught with you than, say, Lady Arwen. Elrond would chop me up for dinner!"
Laughing, he used his strength to push me back - and pin me to - the bed.
*
For a few blissful weeks, it was the same as before - I would attend councils with my brother during the day, but at night I would come to Legolas.
But one night, I found him waiting in my room right after dinner, a troubled look on his face.
We weren't supposed to see each other while the sun was still in the sky, so I asked him what was wrong.
Not saying anything, he pushed me back into the wall I was leaning on, pressing himself almost painfully against me, his hands feeling me all over.
I did not know him to act this way, and pushed him away from me with little force; he didn't fight.
"What has gotten into you, Legolas?" I demanded to know.
He mumbled in Elvish, turning his back to me, stepping over to my bed and sitting down cross-legged, his eyes closed and head bowed.
"Legolas?" I asked, stepping softly to him, one hand gingerly brushing his golden hair back from his face.
He looked up at me, and I saw pain in his eyes. I was shocked - I had never seen him express anything but joy, or a quiet silence, but he still seemed content when he wasn't smiling.
His eyes glanced at the chain, which still hung from around my neck - the one he'd given me on our fist meeting, that I was now supposed to return it to him.
My fingers reached up and touched the delicate silver chair, feeling the tiny pendant.
"I... can't believe you still have that," he whispered, standing, still looking at it.
"Why wouldn't I? It helps me remember you," I averted my eyes from his face, glancing down at the floor.
A smile danced across his face for a split second, then vanished, replaced by a small frown.
Reaching for the chain, I unclasped it and held it out to him. "Here. You said you wanted it back someday."
Once again, his face became blank. Tentatively, he took it from me and fastened it around his neck.
He closed his eyes, and embraced me, and started swaying me gently, as if we were dancing.
Wrapping my arms around him, I kissed his neck, once, soft and slow.
The golden-haired beauty held me until the sun went down and we couldn't even see each other in the deep dark.
"I cannot stay for long," his amiable voice broke the long silence.
"Why not?" I whispered, resting my head on his shoulder.
"I...I have to leave you. Something has happened and I have to go back to my people. I... I do not think I can see you again," he tore himself away from me, stepping back and almost losing his balance.
"Why must you leave?" I begged to know the answer.
"Something has happened," his forceful voice came out of the blackness, and I could hear him walking softly past me.
I didn't want this. I thought I loved him! Why must everyone leave me? "I've already lost one person I loved! Why you, too?" I blurted, tears forming in my eyes.
There was a pause, and the room suddenly filled with light as the moon broke through the clouds, up there in the heavens, and it spilled through the window, dancing on the floor and walls.
"I cannot stay with you," he whispered, moonlight making gracing him and making him appear even more angelic.
"Why do you deny me my only pleasure?" I was becoming frustrated by the lack of information on concerning his departure.
"Because my love for you is driving me mad!" I am sure he would have yelled that if he could have, but somehow remained calm.
"... And you think I do not feel the same?" I advanced towards him, my tears of sadness replaced by tears of defeat, some part of me knowing that it wouldn't matter what I said, he would still leave me and break my heart.
"Boromir, please. Listen to me," Legolas grabbed my shoulders, hiding the pain in his voice. "I know you are young, and that is why I did not want to get involved with you. But I let myself fall. I fell fast and I fell hard. I love you, Boromir."
He did love me... "I love you too, Legolas. But-"
"No," he put a finger on my lips to shush me. "I do not deny that what we have is a strange and different - sometimes difficult relationship- but it is special and wonderful. Do you deny that?"
"No," I replied, shaking my head.
A pause, and he let go of me, his hands dropping to his sides. "I... I do not like making promises, if I do not know I can keep them... But I want to make you a promise, Boromir."
I fixated my eyes on a spot over his shoulder, avoiding his gaze.
"I want to promise you that one day - I don't know when - someday, when troubles have passed, we will see you again, even if I have to hunt you down, we shall meet again. Is this a promise I should keep?"
I turned his promise over and over again in my mind, wondering if I should agree. At length: "Yes."
He kissed my cheek quickly, then turned. "I'll see you again, Boromir."
And that was when my life and love went out the door as he closed it behind him.
*
As the days passed, I kept asking Faramir if the meetings were nearly over - I wanted to leave.
How odd, I thought to myself. First I cannot wait to get here, then I don't want to leave. I return with hopes, but it feels as if they have been dropped to the ground and shattered in hundreds of pieces.
I used to love, but now those days are over. I keep a small piece of my heart for my fiancee who was ripped away from me by some cruel twist of fate, and I keep a small piece for the pale man with whom I shared many happy times.
But that is it. I have no other love left inside of me. Not even for family; my brother and father are really quite cruel to me sometimes, as I am just the incompetent youngest son of a ruler of a nation that doesn't rightfully belong to him.
And now that I am back in Gondor, I begin to wonder why I even left in the first place. Trees and waterfalls are somewhere for boys to be; no place for a man. Men have no room for love and hopes and dreams. Men are strong, warriors, people who know that you have no time for weaknesses.
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A/N: oke well it was getting a little bit long and dragged out, but at least now you know why Boromir is so cold-hearted. It's all Leggy's fault! *cries* oke oke not really... keep the reviews coming! Peace.
A/N: go third part! but dont worry - the fourth part explains even more (dont they all? ^_~) oke so enjoy!
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~~ Three years later
"Faramir! Where are you going?" I asked him as I followed him to the stables.
"Why do you want to know?" he asked, beginning to sound annoyed with me.
"I am just curious," I replied, unconsciously playing with the chain that still hung around my neck after all these years.
He sighed and turned around. "And why should I tell you?"
"I just want to know!"
"Fine," he began preparing his horse. "I am going to Rivendell. Father wants me to..."
Rivendell! Oh, how I would jump at the chance to go to the only place that brought me any kind of happiness, even if it was just in memory. "I haven't been there for years. May I come with you?"
Faramir shrugged, his back to me. "I don't care, as long as you stay out of my way."
Since his back was turned away from me, he didn't see the grin that spread across my face. "When are we leaving?"
"Tomorrow morning."
*
That night, I found myself unable to sleep as I was overcome with feelings and thoughts. What if he's there? Will he remember me? But what if he's not there? What if-
Sitting up, I decided to go for a walk. It was the only thing I knew what to do to clear my head. Slipping out of my room, I made my way through the corridors until I left through a side door, opening in winding paths leading through a garden. It was something I had put in for me, telling my father it would help to keep me calm.
That was only partially true. The other reason was that it gave me hope - hope that I might see him again, hope when rumors of war whispered, hope when a friend died. Anything that I would need time to think about.
Stretching myself out under a tree, I closed my eyes and focused on thinking straight.
'I have only seen him on few occasions in these past three years. I have had almost no time alone with him. We've spoken, yes, but barely touched. And now I am going back to Rivendell. If he is not there, I will not let it bother me. Besides, I am going there to see it again, not to wait for someone. And if he is there...' A smile came on my lips as I thought of embracing my friend once more.
Playing with my pendant, I let myself relax and my mind wander until it became too cold to stay outside, and I found my way back to my room.
*
I hummed a quiet tune as Faramir and I headed out, accompanied with guards.
After only a few hours, Faramir became annoyed with me. "Must you always bother me so?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't realize," I stopped my humming and from then on the only thing I did was think.
*
Once again - as I did on every long journey - my mind wandered and I considered endless possibilities of seeing Legolas again, of touching his smooth skin, of kissing those soft lips...
"Welcome, Boromir. It has been long since we have seen each other," I was greeted.
"Thank you for allowing me to come, Lord Elrond," I bowed respectively.
"I will have someone bring your bags to your rooms," Elrond turned to talk to Faramir and my eyes wandered. Once again I was in this magical place, but it looked even more beautiful than last time I'd seen it.
"Boromir, are you attending the council?" Faramir interrupted my gazing.
"Yes, brother, if you would like me to," I snapped my face in his direction.
"Very well," Elrond clasped his hands together. "We shall meet at noon tomorrow."
*
Sighing happily, I leaned sideways on one of the many golden trees overlooking a magnificent waterfall, it's water crashing down and leading into a river cutting through one side of the valley.
For the rest of that evening, I walked slowly through the gardens, as I had those short years before.
I came across a small forest of trees that were familiar to me - that part is what I based my garden back home on, for the most. Smiling, I settled under the thickest-branched tree, putting my arms behind my head and stretching my legs out in front of me, soon dozing off into sleep.
*
"Boromir..."
My eyes snapped open as I heard my name. As I woke, I lost control of myself and fell sideways and landed on the ground.
A hushed laugh was heard from behind me, and I jumped to my feet, glancing around wildly.
I spun around in almost a full circle before I stopped, my dark eyes trapped in his light eyes.
He stood there like a divine being; looking the same as he had when I first laid my sights on him.
"Legolas..." I breathed; I didn't actually believe I would see him here!
"Hello, Boromir," he smiled, taking a couple steps in my direction.
Suddenly, all the memories of us flooded back; the first night we met, what happened three nights later, how we'd share and hushed, irascible words when we could get a few moments alone, how we shared secret kisses whenever we could but never had time for more...
I didn't even know that I had missed him so much until I had to fight back an urge to throw my arms around him and kiss him until the sun rose.
"How have you been?" I asked quietly, taking a couple half steps towards him.
"Not too good; not too bad. And you?"
I paused. How to tell him? I wanted to tell him what I still felt - but now was not the time. "I've been well... Surprisingly well," I smiled.
He laughed softly. "Ah, your horrible lies still lift my spirits."
I frowned ruefully. "Just what do you mean-" I stepped towards him, losing my calm composure.
Swiftly, he caught my wrists before I could even raise my hands, a defense I unconsciously used to make myself look more threatening. "No," he smiled, almost sadly. "You haven't changed. Still lying, still fighting. Still breaking women's hearts, too?"
I stood motionless - he still knew me! I didn't know if that was good or bad, but I prayed that the wild beating of my heart would slow down. "I... I suppose so," I smiled, realizing he was just teasing.
He took a couple steps closer and put my arms around his waist then wrapped his arms around my neck, holding his face just inches away from mine.
"You, Boromir, are still a horrible liar," his quiet voice joked.
"And you, Legolas, are still a horrible tease," I smiled, picking him up off the ground, and spinning him around a couple times before setting him back down.
He laughed gleefully, almost the same as he had back in our - well, mine at least - younger days.
Smiling, I pulled him towards me, brushing my lips against his.
He pulled me deeper into the kiss, tightening his grip on me, and almost causing my heart to stop when his hands found their way to my waist and began loosening my belt.
Never breaking the kiss, I reached down and pulled his hands away.
Pausing to breathe, he pulled his face away, his eyes sparkling as he studied my face. Ever so gently, he ran his hands through my hair, touched my face, and began to place slow, soft kisses on my neck.
Worrying that someone might see us, I pulled him away gently, and told him this was not the place.
He grinned, grabbed my hand, and I followed him quickly but quietly through the many halls of the House of Elrond, until we reached his room.
"Is this the place?" he asked closing the door, his voice teasing as he pushed me backwards toward the bed with his body.
"As long as I get you," I smiled, pleased with his attitude, and quick decision.
"You're asking a lot," he whispered, pushing me onto the bed and pressing himself against me.
"Perhaps. But whether I get it in the end is what I want to know," I smiled and he began to play his hands over my body, slowly unbuttoning my vest and shirt.
I helped him untie the laces on his shirt before he pulled me into a kiss so engaging I wouldn't let him go; my arms finding their way to his back, pulling off his open shirt.
And there it was again; the pale, smooth body that had seduced me the first time, and would now do the same, for a second time.
I grabbed him tighter, running my hands slowly over his back, his stomach, his chest, feeling his slender body, taking the feel of him in.
He drew his face from mine for only a minute, to lift my shirt up over my head. He smiled ridiculously as he surveyed my body with his eyes; I was no longer as thin, I had been pushed to the limit and now was more muscular than I had even been.
Still grinning, he ran a hand over my muscular stomach, tickling me.
I caught my laugh before it could escape, but he noticed and ran his hands across my stomach again.
"Don't!" I hissed, concealing laughs. "Do you want to get caught?"
"Better to get caught with you than, say, Lady Arwen. Elrond would chop me up for dinner!"
Laughing, he used his strength to push me back - and pin me to - the bed.
*
For a few blissful weeks, it was the same as before - I would attend councils with my brother during the day, but at night I would come to Legolas.
But one night, I found him waiting in my room right after dinner, a troubled look on his face.
We weren't supposed to see each other while the sun was still in the sky, so I asked him what was wrong.
Not saying anything, he pushed me back into the wall I was leaning on, pressing himself almost painfully against me, his hands feeling me all over.
I did not know him to act this way, and pushed him away from me with little force; he didn't fight.
"What has gotten into you, Legolas?" I demanded to know.
He mumbled in Elvish, turning his back to me, stepping over to my bed and sitting down cross-legged, his eyes closed and head bowed.
"Legolas?" I asked, stepping softly to him, one hand gingerly brushing his golden hair back from his face.
He looked up at me, and I saw pain in his eyes. I was shocked - I had never seen him express anything but joy, or a quiet silence, but he still seemed content when he wasn't smiling.
His eyes glanced at the chain, which still hung from around my neck - the one he'd given me on our fist meeting, that I was now supposed to return it to him.
My fingers reached up and touched the delicate silver chair, feeling the tiny pendant.
"I... can't believe you still have that," he whispered, standing, still looking at it.
"Why wouldn't I? It helps me remember you," I averted my eyes from his face, glancing down at the floor.
A smile danced across his face for a split second, then vanished, replaced by a small frown.
Reaching for the chain, I unclasped it and held it out to him. "Here. You said you wanted it back someday."
Once again, his face became blank. Tentatively, he took it from me and fastened it around his neck.
He closed his eyes, and embraced me, and started swaying me gently, as if we were dancing.
Wrapping my arms around him, I kissed his neck, once, soft and slow.
The golden-haired beauty held me until the sun went down and we couldn't even see each other in the deep dark.
"I cannot stay for long," his amiable voice broke the long silence.
"Why not?" I whispered, resting my head on his shoulder.
"I...I have to leave you. Something has happened and I have to go back to my people. I... I do not think I can see you again," he tore himself away from me, stepping back and almost losing his balance.
"Why must you leave?" I begged to know the answer.
"Something has happened," his forceful voice came out of the blackness, and I could hear him walking softly past me.
I didn't want this. I thought I loved him! Why must everyone leave me? "I've already lost one person I loved! Why you, too?" I blurted, tears forming in my eyes.
There was a pause, and the room suddenly filled with light as the moon broke through the clouds, up there in the heavens, and it spilled through the window, dancing on the floor and walls.
"I cannot stay with you," he whispered, moonlight making gracing him and making him appear even more angelic.
"Why do you deny me my only pleasure?" I was becoming frustrated by the lack of information on concerning his departure.
"Because my love for you is driving me mad!" I am sure he would have yelled that if he could have, but somehow remained calm.
"... And you think I do not feel the same?" I advanced towards him, my tears of sadness replaced by tears of defeat, some part of me knowing that it wouldn't matter what I said, he would still leave me and break my heart.
"Boromir, please. Listen to me," Legolas grabbed my shoulders, hiding the pain in his voice. "I know you are young, and that is why I did not want to get involved with you. But I let myself fall. I fell fast and I fell hard. I love you, Boromir."
He did love me... "I love you too, Legolas. But-"
"No," he put a finger on my lips to shush me. "I do not deny that what we have is a strange and different - sometimes difficult relationship- but it is special and wonderful. Do you deny that?"
"No," I replied, shaking my head.
A pause, and he let go of me, his hands dropping to his sides. "I... I do not like making promises, if I do not know I can keep them... But I want to make you a promise, Boromir."
I fixated my eyes on a spot over his shoulder, avoiding his gaze.
"I want to promise you that one day - I don't know when - someday, when troubles have passed, we will see you again, even if I have to hunt you down, we shall meet again. Is this a promise I should keep?"
I turned his promise over and over again in my mind, wondering if I should agree. At length: "Yes."
He kissed my cheek quickly, then turned. "I'll see you again, Boromir."
And that was when my life and love went out the door as he closed it behind him.
*
As the days passed, I kept asking Faramir if the meetings were nearly over - I wanted to leave.
How odd, I thought to myself. First I cannot wait to get here, then I don't want to leave. I return with hopes, but it feels as if they have been dropped to the ground and shattered in hundreds of pieces.
I used to love, but now those days are over. I keep a small piece of my heart for my fiancee who was ripped away from me by some cruel twist of fate, and I keep a small piece for the pale man with whom I shared many happy times.
But that is it. I have no other love left inside of me. Not even for family; my brother and father are really quite cruel to me sometimes, as I am just the incompetent youngest son of a ruler of a nation that doesn't rightfully belong to him.
And now that I am back in Gondor, I begin to wonder why I even left in the first place. Trees and waterfalls are somewhere for boys to be; no place for a man. Men have no room for love and hopes and dreams. Men are strong, warriors, people who know that you have no time for weaknesses.
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A/N: oke well it was getting a little bit long and dragged out, but at least now you know why Boromir is so cold-hearted. It's all Leggy's fault! *cries* oke oke not really... keep the reviews coming! Peace.
