Title: What DIDN'T Happen In Lord of The Rings. (chapter3)
Type: Whorefic, (slashfic/threesome in later chapters)
Rating: PG13
Storyline : The Company runs into an ex-prostitute and uses her to satisfy
their desires.
Chapter summary: Chapter 5. Legolas sparks a confrontation.
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Chapter 5- Legolas.
He could see the two men clearly from where he stood, hidden from view by the thick belt of vegetation that grew on the fertile ground of the lake shore. He had seen them leave the camp, and had followed their footsteps upstream. Now, he watched as they bound the legs of their kill together with a bit of crude string they had brought along and cut a wooden limb to mount it on.
When they made to heft the makeshift carrier onto their shoulders, Legolas decided that now was the time to act. Very soon they would be making their way back to camp, and then it would be too late. Moving stealthily as only a woodland elf can, Legolas stepped out of the trees into their line of vision and stared dispassionately at them.
He saw Boromir gave a small start and suppressed a smirk. The dual had not even started and already Legolas had scored the first victory. The Gondorian was quick to recover himself though, that much Legolas would grant him. Already he could see Boromir stand strong and proud, his jaw set and his chin held high, eyeing the elf suspiciously. Adopting the same stance as the man, Legolas strode towards Boromir and stood glaring in front of him, his mouth no more than a thinly drawn line, arms akimbo, legs slightly apart.
"What do you want, Elf," Boromir said coldly, stressing the 'elf' as if it were a vulgarity on his tongue. "I am not in the habit of being looked at that way, let me tell you that much."
Legolas merely increased the intensity of his glare. "How dare you," he said at last, his musical voice now hard with barely contained rage. "How dare you behave like this! Have you no shame?"
From the corner of his eyes, Legolas saw Aragorn's jaw drop. He could read the man's thoughts all to clearly in his face. Before him stood Isildur's heir, berating himself for not having the foresight to have prevented the exchange. Aragorn looked sick at heart. No doubt he blamed himself for all this.
Legolas turned his attention back to Boromir. Before him, the Gondorian stood, arrogant and proud. What he would give for the opportunity to put the conceited man in his place! "Have you no shame?" he whispered at last, unable to bite back the words any longer. "Have you no self-respect at all? Self-centred mule! How many times must we jeopardize our mission for the sake of your useless folly! If-"
"-that's enough, Legolas," Aragorn said quietly in the common tongue.
"Aragorn, do not tell me that you do not see," he began in Elvish, but Aragorn waved him into silence.
"If you insist on accusing Boromir of such a grave fault, then at least have the courtesy to accuse him in a language that he understands."
Legolas stepped back, shocked at what seemed to him, an unexpected turn of events. "Very well then," he said, quickly recovering himself. "I shall. And if I do accuse him of anything, I am not unjust in doing so. Aragorn, we should have left by now. We should have left with the first rays of the sun! We never intended to stay more than a few minutes on the bank, yet we ended up spending the night. And already the sun is starting on its downward course. Evening approaches and still we linger! Why? All so that he can satisfy his wretched lust? Aragorn, this is no laughing matter. Remember the quest!"
"I do remember the quest," Aragorn said quietly. "But I also realise that we need to rest."
"We have just rested!" Legolas cried. "Here we sail, straight from the mouth of Lothlorien, and you saw the Company needs rest?"
"And what of it!" Boromir cut in, obviously spoiling for a fight, his voice deep and booming in the silent forest. Legolas thanked his lucky stars that they were out of earshot of the rest of the Company. He had no desire to humiliate himself by loosing his temper in front of all the rest of his companions. Already the normally cool, patient elf could feel his anger bubbling to the surface.
"How dare you, Master Elf," Boromir continued, "when by your own admission we dallied too long in the fairer lands of your folk."
"That's different, son of man," Legolas replied coldly. "Lothlorien guards her boarders zealously. Not man nor orc nor anything living can pass through without the Lady knowing. Lorien offered us the protection we need. I just regret that we had to leave it sooner rather than later."
"Lothlorien," Boromir spat. "What of your beautiful Lothlorien! You waltz in like this and you have the gall to say I jeopardise the mission, when by your very tongue you admit to stalling in Lorien? And for a month! A month! All I ask is for a few days to be among my own kind-"
"Aragorn is your own kind!" he roared, and for a moment, the forest itself seemed to tremble at the wrath of the elf.
And suddenly thrust into the centre of the argument, Aragorn fidgeted. It seemed that hit close to an ugly truth, one that made Aragorn profoundly uneasy. He saw Boromir look at Aragorn long and hard, and was surprised to see that Aragorn could not meet the other man's gaze.
"He is not, Master Elf," Boromir said quietly, with none of the usual sarcasm at the words 'Master Elf'. Aragorn noted with some concern the trace of weariness in the man's voice. "He is not."
"Aragorn is born of your race"
"Perhaps, but he shares more in common with you and your people, Master Elf, than he ever will with mine. Lorien, Rivendell, elfdom, they are where his heart lie. He has even given his love to one of your own women, Elf. His heart is with your people." Boromir said tiredly. "My heart is in Gondor, with my people. I am not merely a son of man, Legolas. I am human. I have human needs."
"More like human lust," he spat. "And as for everything else, we all eat and drink and breathe and hurt. Are you so blind as to not see that everyone here has the selfsame needs that you do!"
"You're a fine one to speak, Elf," Boromir roared. "Where were you in Lorien, when all of us were left to ourselves among the blasted tree roots? Where did you disappear to? You betray us the moment we step into Caras Galadhon and keep the company of your own people the moment we so much as set foot into the demesne and you have the gall to confront me like this? The moment you are with your own kind, Elf, you forget the existence of us littler people," he sneered. "Now who's the truly selfish one here?"
"Boromir," Aragorn cautioned. "That's enough."
"Oh? Is it?" he said, turning on Aragorn. "I didn't know it was enough. Did you? Curse you all, your blood and your mission both! I hate you all, I hate everything to do with your stinking elves and I cant for the life of me wait to be rid of you!"
"Boromir!" Aragorn cried, honestly distressed. "The elves are our hope! They have been helping us every step of the way!"
"And only because they created this stinking mess in the first place with the forging of the rings!" Boromir said.
"We created the mess?" Legolas cried, affronted. "If only the men of your race weren't so weak as to fall! Nine great kings my foot! Look at them now. What has their greed for power gained them?"
"Oh, so now we're the ones to blame?"
"If Isildur-"
"If you say one more word about Isildur's Bane, I'll have your head for a wall hanging, I swear it!"
"I'd like to just see you try-"
Aragorn shoved the two aside. "Enough!" he cried. "That's enough. Both of you. A fine sight, you'll make, Boromir, Legolas. Remember yourselves, and remember just whom you represent. Too long have both my peoples been at odds, we must remember the alliances of old, not fan the flames of distrust! I would have expected better of you. Both of you."
Aragorn took a deep breath. "Legolas is right," he said at last. "We have need of haste. We have already tarried too long. And yet. I feel a solace here which is different from what comfort of the elves have to offer. And by the looks of it, it seems to be doing everyone a lot of good. Every one of us." he said. "Especially Boromir."
"It has been hard on Boromir, Legolas," Aragorn said, slipping into elvish. "He too has a valid point. I am not like him. While travelling, and in language, we have each other, and the hobbits have known each other all their lives. He is alone, Legolas. See that, and soften your judgement."
"And what of Gimli?" Legolas replied in the same.
"And what of Gimli?" Aragorn repeated, this time in the common tongue. "Gimli has you. Do not think I do not see it. I have the use of my eyes yet, Legolas."
Legolas saw Boromir staring at him queerly, and he knew he must be colouring despite his best efforts. He could see the puzzlement on Boromir's face as he tried to work out exactly what Aragorn was getting at. The elf scowled. "Just because you are unable to control your more base nature, my lord Boromir of Gondor, doesn't mean that you have the right to transfer that same lack of control to your other companions," he said distastefully.
Boromir quickly turned away, and for a brief second, Legolas felt guilty. "My apologies, for the insult. I shouldn't have transferred my insecurities to you." Before him, Boromir nodded stiffly.
Aragorn stepped forward and sighed. "I suggest we talk about it at the campfire. At the very least, it'll give us all time to think a bit. As for tonight, I'm afraid there's nothing we can do but camp over again. I know she's expecting us to stay. We cant just leave her like that. She's alone and helpless, and if its true that there are orcs prowling about, she's even more vulnerable to attacks than we are. If the mission weren't so perilous, I'd have half a mind to ask her along with us. At the very least, she can return to Gondor with Boromir as an escort when on his way home."
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Chapter 5- Legolas.
He could see the two men clearly from where he stood, hidden from view by the thick belt of vegetation that grew on the fertile ground of the lake shore. He had seen them leave the camp, and had followed their footsteps upstream. Now, he watched as they bound the legs of their kill together with a bit of crude string they had brought along and cut a wooden limb to mount it on.
When they made to heft the makeshift carrier onto their shoulders, Legolas decided that now was the time to act. Very soon they would be making their way back to camp, and then it would be too late. Moving stealthily as only a woodland elf can, Legolas stepped out of the trees into their line of vision and stared dispassionately at them.
He saw Boromir gave a small start and suppressed a smirk. The dual had not even started and already Legolas had scored the first victory. The Gondorian was quick to recover himself though, that much Legolas would grant him. Already he could see Boromir stand strong and proud, his jaw set and his chin held high, eyeing the elf suspiciously. Adopting the same stance as the man, Legolas strode towards Boromir and stood glaring in front of him, his mouth no more than a thinly drawn line, arms akimbo, legs slightly apart.
"What do you want, Elf," Boromir said coldly, stressing the 'elf' as if it were a vulgarity on his tongue. "I am not in the habit of being looked at that way, let me tell you that much."
Legolas merely increased the intensity of his glare. "How dare you," he said at last, his musical voice now hard with barely contained rage. "How dare you behave like this! Have you no shame?"
From the corner of his eyes, Legolas saw Aragorn's jaw drop. He could read the man's thoughts all to clearly in his face. Before him stood Isildur's heir, berating himself for not having the foresight to have prevented the exchange. Aragorn looked sick at heart. No doubt he blamed himself for all this.
Legolas turned his attention back to Boromir. Before him, the Gondorian stood, arrogant and proud. What he would give for the opportunity to put the conceited man in his place! "Have you no shame?" he whispered at last, unable to bite back the words any longer. "Have you no self-respect at all? Self-centred mule! How many times must we jeopardize our mission for the sake of your useless folly! If-"
"-that's enough, Legolas," Aragorn said quietly in the common tongue.
"Aragorn, do not tell me that you do not see," he began in Elvish, but Aragorn waved him into silence.
"If you insist on accusing Boromir of such a grave fault, then at least have the courtesy to accuse him in a language that he understands."
Legolas stepped back, shocked at what seemed to him, an unexpected turn of events. "Very well then," he said, quickly recovering himself. "I shall. And if I do accuse him of anything, I am not unjust in doing so. Aragorn, we should have left by now. We should have left with the first rays of the sun! We never intended to stay more than a few minutes on the bank, yet we ended up spending the night. And already the sun is starting on its downward course. Evening approaches and still we linger! Why? All so that he can satisfy his wretched lust? Aragorn, this is no laughing matter. Remember the quest!"
"I do remember the quest," Aragorn said quietly. "But I also realise that we need to rest."
"We have just rested!" Legolas cried. "Here we sail, straight from the mouth of Lothlorien, and you saw the Company needs rest?"
"And what of it!" Boromir cut in, obviously spoiling for a fight, his voice deep and booming in the silent forest. Legolas thanked his lucky stars that they were out of earshot of the rest of the Company. He had no desire to humiliate himself by loosing his temper in front of all the rest of his companions. Already the normally cool, patient elf could feel his anger bubbling to the surface.
"How dare you, Master Elf," Boromir continued, "when by your own admission we dallied too long in the fairer lands of your folk."
"That's different, son of man," Legolas replied coldly. "Lothlorien guards her boarders zealously. Not man nor orc nor anything living can pass through without the Lady knowing. Lorien offered us the protection we need. I just regret that we had to leave it sooner rather than later."
"Lothlorien," Boromir spat. "What of your beautiful Lothlorien! You waltz in like this and you have the gall to say I jeopardise the mission, when by your very tongue you admit to stalling in Lorien? And for a month! A month! All I ask is for a few days to be among my own kind-"
"Aragorn is your own kind!" he roared, and for a moment, the forest itself seemed to tremble at the wrath of the elf.
And suddenly thrust into the centre of the argument, Aragorn fidgeted. It seemed that hit close to an ugly truth, one that made Aragorn profoundly uneasy. He saw Boromir look at Aragorn long and hard, and was surprised to see that Aragorn could not meet the other man's gaze.
"He is not, Master Elf," Boromir said quietly, with none of the usual sarcasm at the words 'Master Elf'. Aragorn noted with some concern the trace of weariness in the man's voice. "He is not."
"Aragorn is born of your race"
"Perhaps, but he shares more in common with you and your people, Master Elf, than he ever will with mine. Lorien, Rivendell, elfdom, they are where his heart lie. He has even given his love to one of your own women, Elf. His heart is with your people." Boromir said tiredly. "My heart is in Gondor, with my people. I am not merely a son of man, Legolas. I am human. I have human needs."
"More like human lust," he spat. "And as for everything else, we all eat and drink and breathe and hurt. Are you so blind as to not see that everyone here has the selfsame needs that you do!"
"You're a fine one to speak, Elf," Boromir roared. "Where were you in Lorien, when all of us were left to ourselves among the blasted tree roots? Where did you disappear to? You betray us the moment we step into Caras Galadhon and keep the company of your own people the moment we so much as set foot into the demesne and you have the gall to confront me like this? The moment you are with your own kind, Elf, you forget the existence of us littler people," he sneered. "Now who's the truly selfish one here?"
"Boromir," Aragorn cautioned. "That's enough."
"Oh? Is it?" he said, turning on Aragorn. "I didn't know it was enough. Did you? Curse you all, your blood and your mission both! I hate you all, I hate everything to do with your stinking elves and I cant for the life of me wait to be rid of you!"
"Boromir!" Aragorn cried, honestly distressed. "The elves are our hope! They have been helping us every step of the way!"
"And only because they created this stinking mess in the first place with the forging of the rings!" Boromir said.
"We created the mess?" Legolas cried, affronted. "If only the men of your race weren't so weak as to fall! Nine great kings my foot! Look at them now. What has their greed for power gained them?"
"Oh, so now we're the ones to blame?"
"If Isildur-"
"If you say one more word about Isildur's Bane, I'll have your head for a wall hanging, I swear it!"
"I'd like to just see you try-"
Aragorn shoved the two aside. "Enough!" he cried. "That's enough. Both of you. A fine sight, you'll make, Boromir, Legolas. Remember yourselves, and remember just whom you represent. Too long have both my peoples been at odds, we must remember the alliances of old, not fan the flames of distrust! I would have expected better of you. Both of you."
Aragorn took a deep breath. "Legolas is right," he said at last. "We have need of haste. We have already tarried too long. And yet. I feel a solace here which is different from what comfort of the elves have to offer. And by the looks of it, it seems to be doing everyone a lot of good. Every one of us." he said. "Especially Boromir."
"It has been hard on Boromir, Legolas," Aragorn said, slipping into elvish. "He too has a valid point. I am not like him. While travelling, and in language, we have each other, and the hobbits have known each other all their lives. He is alone, Legolas. See that, and soften your judgement."
"And what of Gimli?" Legolas replied in the same.
"And what of Gimli?" Aragorn repeated, this time in the common tongue. "Gimli has you. Do not think I do not see it. I have the use of my eyes yet, Legolas."
Legolas saw Boromir staring at him queerly, and he knew he must be colouring despite his best efforts. He could see the puzzlement on Boromir's face as he tried to work out exactly what Aragorn was getting at. The elf scowled. "Just because you are unable to control your more base nature, my lord Boromir of Gondor, doesn't mean that you have the right to transfer that same lack of control to your other companions," he said distastefully.
Boromir quickly turned away, and for a brief second, Legolas felt guilty. "My apologies, for the insult. I shouldn't have transferred my insecurities to you." Before him, Boromir nodded stiffly.
Aragorn stepped forward and sighed. "I suggest we talk about it at the campfire. At the very least, it'll give us all time to think a bit. As for tonight, I'm afraid there's nothing we can do but camp over again. I know she's expecting us to stay. We cant just leave her like that. She's alone and helpless, and if its true that there are orcs prowling about, she's even more vulnerable to attacks than we are. If the mission weren't so perilous, I'd have half a mind to ask her along with us. At the very least, she can return to Gondor with Boromir as an escort when on his way home."