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"Prince Legolas. We have been expecting you."
"Haldir, this man needs help."
Haldir looked at Boromir. "How long has he been like this?"
"About four days now."
"And he is still alive?"
"Yes. By pure chance alone. His wounds are beyond my skill."
"We know," Haldir laughed. "If you could heal him, you would not have brought him here. But come, the Lady will see you. I must blindfold your companion. He may wake on the way there."
Legolas nodded, and held Boromir's head up, so that Haldir could tie a scarf around his eyes. They entered the city, and climbed up to where Celeborn and Galadriel waited. "Lady Galadriel," Legolas said, bowing.
She rose, and greeted him. "Legolas, it is a pleasure to have some of the northern Elves to come see us. Where is this man you are so worried about?"
Haldir brought Boromir forward. "He has been shot in the leg. The arrow was poisoned," Haldir said.
Boromir lay uncomfortably. His dreams were filled with darkness. Suddenly, a pain shot through his entire body. He cried out, and tossed and turned, trying to block out the pain. Music began to fill his mind. Calm, gentle, soothing. He could think of nothing else. All the darkness was gone, and he heard a voice speaking a strange language. The music began to fade, and the light grew brighter. Suddenly, his eyes opened.
"He is awake!" Haldir said. "He will live."
Boromir heard him, but couldn't understand what he was saying. "Where is the music?" he asked, weakly.
"What music?" Galadriel said. "It was only in your dreams."
"Who are you?" Boromir suddenly panicked. "What are you doing to me? Let me go! I must get to my father! Let me go! Let me go!"
Galadriel placed her hand on his head, speaking softly to him in his mind. She soothed him, and told him what was going on, and that he would be able to leave soon. A few days later, he wandered around Lothlorien. Suddenly, Legolas appeared next to him. "Boromir. Are you ready to go home?"
"Yes, thank you. Shall we get some horses?"
"These people do not need horses. We shall both ride Shadow, at least to Rohan, where you can get a horse of your own."
They rode to Rohan, where Legolas got another horse, and they continued on to Minas Tirith. When they reached the White City, a call went up. "Boromir has returned!" A messenger ran to tell Denethor that his son was alive and well, and on his way home. Denethor and Faramir went to meet him. As Legolas and Boromir entered, a cheer went up from the crowd.
Legolas looked embarrassed. "Please, tell your people that I did nothing. It was Galadriel, lady of the Golden wood, who healed him. Anyone could have taken him there."
Denethor ignored him. "Come, Legolas. We must celebrate."
"Prince Legolas. We have been expecting you."
"Haldir, this man needs help."
Haldir looked at Boromir. "How long has he been like this?"
"About four days now."
"And he is still alive?"
"Yes. By pure chance alone. His wounds are beyond my skill."
"We know," Haldir laughed. "If you could heal him, you would not have brought him here. But come, the Lady will see you. I must blindfold your companion. He may wake on the way there."
Legolas nodded, and held Boromir's head up, so that Haldir could tie a scarf around his eyes. They entered the city, and climbed up to where Celeborn and Galadriel waited. "Lady Galadriel," Legolas said, bowing.
She rose, and greeted him. "Legolas, it is a pleasure to have some of the northern Elves to come see us. Where is this man you are so worried about?"
Haldir brought Boromir forward. "He has been shot in the leg. The arrow was poisoned," Haldir said.
Boromir lay uncomfortably. His dreams were filled with darkness. Suddenly, a pain shot through his entire body. He cried out, and tossed and turned, trying to block out the pain. Music began to fill his mind. Calm, gentle, soothing. He could think of nothing else. All the darkness was gone, and he heard a voice speaking a strange language. The music began to fade, and the light grew brighter. Suddenly, his eyes opened.
"He is awake!" Haldir said. "He will live."
Boromir heard him, but couldn't understand what he was saying. "Where is the music?" he asked, weakly.
"What music?" Galadriel said. "It was only in your dreams."
"Who are you?" Boromir suddenly panicked. "What are you doing to me? Let me go! I must get to my father! Let me go! Let me go!"
Galadriel placed her hand on his head, speaking softly to him in his mind. She soothed him, and told him what was going on, and that he would be able to leave soon. A few days later, he wandered around Lothlorien. Suddenly, Legolas appeared next to him. "Boromir. Are you ready to go home?"
"Yes, thank you. Shall we get some horses?"
"These people do not need horses. We shall both ride Shadow, at least to Rohan, where you can get a horse of your own."
They rode to Rohan, where Legolas got another horse, and they continued on to Minas Tirith. When they reached the White City, a call went up. "Boromir has returned!" A messenger ran to tell Denethor that his son was alive and well, and on his way home. Denethor and Faramir went to meet him. As Legolas and Boromir entered, a cheer went up from the crowd.
Legolas looked embarrassed. "Please, tell your people that I did nothing. It was Galadriel, lady of the Golden wood, who healed him. Anyone could have taken him there."
Denethor ignored him. "Come, Legolas. We must celebrate."
