Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters or places except Carhen and Galenlome.
Thoughts are in italics.. Elvish is inside of apostrophes.
Boromir slipped out the window after his father and brother had left. He ran down to the gardens, the one place he could be alone. To his surprise, two of the Elves were there. They both looked up when he approached. "How do you do?" one asked, bowing.
"Fine, thanks," he replied absently. "What are you doing down here?"
"We're guards. Lord Denethor insisted there was no need for us to be at the feast. I am Carhen, and this is Galenlome. You are Boromir, correct?"
"I am."
"What are you doing down here?" Carhen asked.
"I'm supposed to be picking up my father's study. My brother was trying to get a book down from the shelves. I got it down for him and accidently broke the shelf and dumped all the books on the floor. Of course I'm the one that gets in trouble because Father thinks Faramir doesn't know how to read," Boromir replied angrily.
'Mean father, I think,' Carhen said to Galenlome.
'I agree. But what can we do? In a few days, we'll be out of here, and he'll be alone again. Remember, that which does not kill you makes you stronger. He'll be fine,' Galenlome replied. 'You need to be a little…less…sympathetic, compassionate. You shouldn't worry about everyone else's problems,' the older Elf added scoldingly.
'Sorry,' Carhen replied. Galenlome is too mean, too. He should care about others more. I don't understand how he can not care what happens to Boromir.
Boromir looked at them curiously. What is going on? Why can't these people speak my language? I mean, if they're in Gondor, they should be required to speak the language of Gondor. It's only fair.
Carhen turned to Boromir. "Why is your father so mean to you?"
"He says I'm too immature and I need to grow up. I am going to be Steward of Gondor some day," Boromir replied. I should be King of Gondor some day. The true king is never going to come. How long does it take for the Gondorian people to realize that?
'Carhen,' Galenlome said warningly. 'We should go. Come, we have things to do.' He switched to the common tongue. "Well, Boromir, it was nice meeting you, but Carhen and I have to check on our horses."
"I can come with you," Boromir offered. "I need something to do anyway, and I can make sure your horses are being treated well."
Why does the stupid Man have to keep butting in on our lives? Does he not understand I'm trying to get away from him? Galenlome sighed. "All right."
They went to the stables, and Boromir went to the Elvish horses. "These are good animals," he commented.
"Of course. Do you think we would use faulty horses on a long journey such as this?" Galenlome said. Is he that stupid? Or is he just trying to get us to talk?
"Sorry. I was just commenting. We don't have many good horses in Gondor," Boromir said defensively. What does he mean by that? It was supposed to be a compliment. I hope all the Elves aren't like that.
"I noticed," Galenlome replied. Why do you think I wanted to come make sure the idiot Men were taking proper care of them?
"That was rather uncalled for," Boromir answered. My word, he is rude. Does he hate Men or something?
"It was quite called for." He is so stupid. I wish Legolas hadn't made me come. Men are so stupid, weak, hateful. I don't understand how King Thranduil can trust Men enough to ask their help.
Why does Father agree to help the Elves? They don't deserve it. They are wicked and cruel, Boromir said to himself. Galenlome is probably the rudest person I've ever seen. At least Men treat their hosts with politeness, not cold rudeness. I wish they would all go home and let Gondor protect her own borders. We have enough problems, we don't need to be messing with the rest of the world.