Disclaimer: As usual…I don't own anyone from Lord of the rings, or anything.

A/N: This is another idea I came up with while chatting on AOL with my regular co-writer while I was trying to get over writers block for Second Chance.

More notes: I know Aragorn and Arwen get married on Midsummer in 3019 of the Third Age (since Elrond is there and the Forth Age doesn't start until he leaves for the Undying Lands) but since I'm not sure when Faramir and Eowyn get married, (and this story sort of takes place at their wedding) I've decided to have them get married on Midsummer, Year One of the Forth Age.

WARNING: There is character death in this story, as well.

Now, on with the story.

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Title: Death Does Not End Love

(Legolas' POV)

Ithilien

First Year Forth Age – Midsummer

It wasn't love at first sight. Nor was it at second or third sight. I noticed him of course. How cold I not? He was…perfect. The way he rode into Imladris with his head held high.

I put on a show of not liking him, defending Aragorn when he called him a ranger, not knowing of Aragorn's true destiny. He hated me for that, for telling him he owed Aragorn his allegiance, in essence, his life.

I'll admit my prince side came out. I hate that. My royal arrogance that likes to believe everyone owes royalty their lives. It comes from being the spoiled only son of an indulgent king. I was Ada's last link to Naneth, his true love, who died giving me life.

Ada could deny me nothing, even the choice to love a mortal, to die with a mortal. And I made both choices. I fell in love with a mortal, a mortal who did everything in his power not to love me in return.

He avoided me for days after the council, still bitter about my arrogant attitude. It was that temper of his that started my fall, I think. He made me chase him for his friendship. He became a challenge I could ignore.

By the time we departed on our quest we were on speaking terms, at least. I'd managed to corner him in Imladris and explain my reaction to his insult to Aragorn. We became friends…and I slipped the rest of the way into love.

I knew then, I would make the choice of Luthien for him, same as Arwen would for Aragorn. I made my decision, knowing it would hurt Ada, but I couldn't live without my love. He was my life.

My decision was final the moment I gave myself to him the first time in Lothlorien. That was the moment I bound my soul to his.

I was in love. I was bound. I was doomed to die.

I still am. All of those things. I am still in love. I am still bound. I am still doomed to die. I will merely die sooner now, once my promise is fulfilled.

My love was taken from me a little over a year ago now; a mere month after my choice to die with him was made. He was taken cruelly, slowly, painfully. If Aragorn had not killed the monster who murdered my love I would have. Only he would have died just as cruelly, just as slowly, just as painfully. More so.

He would have lost more than an arm before I allowed him death. Both arms, a lot of blood from many cuts. And finally, after he suffered, I would have cut the cold black rock he had for a heart out, as he ripped my heart out when he killed my love.

I stood back, frozen to the spot, as I watched my love die in Aragorn's arms, professing his loyalty to his king. I wanted to go to him, to hold him as he breathed his last. But I couldn't. If I touched him, held him, it would mean it was real. My love was dying.

My heart screamed it wasn't happening. He couldn't be dying. As long as I didn't hold as he died it wasn't real.

Even as we carried his body to the river and placed it in one of the boats, I couldn't make myself believe. It wasn't until I watched the boat go over the falls that I believed.

I wanted to go after it. I wanted to throw myself over Rauros and die with him. But the promise I'd made a few days earlier came back to me.

My love came to me in camp our first night out of Lothlorien, as if he knew something was going to happen to him. He told me of his brother, of the abuse Faramir had suffered at their father's hands.

He made me promise to watch over Faramir if he didn't make it. I gave him my word, not knowing I'd lose him only days later. I'm bound by that promise. It's become my personal quest. I can't follow my love until it is fulfilled.

Now, as I watch Faramir kiss Eowyn for the first time as her husband, I can't help but smile. Not only because it's a happy moment: Faramir is married to the woman he loves. My true reason for smiling is much more selfish.

Mt promise is fulfilled, my quest finished. I looked after Faramir until he no longer needed me. Eowyn will take my place now. I can join my love. My Boromir.

I can finally bring myself to say his name, if only to myself. I will see him soon. I can say his name.

I am coming, my love. My Boromir. I'll be with you soon. I'll pass up Mandos if I have to so I can spend eternity with you wherever the edain go after their lives are over. I lost you in life. I won't lose you in death as well.

I will spend eternity with my beloved Boromir.

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Elvish translations…

Ada/Naneth: Father/Mother

Edain: Men or humans