Aragorn made a quick motion to the two men that stood waiting in the doorway.  Boromir was to stand in place and Faramir was to enter the room.  The motion did not go unnoticed by Legolas and he immediately questioned it.  When Aragorn appeared hesitant to answer the elf's questions, Legolas tried to crane his head around to see what he could, but he was not in a good position for that and soon turned back around.

"Please Aragorn," he pleaded, "tell me what it is that I must know.  Who was my abductor?  And who is it that stands behind me?  I know it is not Faramir, for you would not have called him into the room like so."

"Legolas," Aragorn began slowly, choosing his words carefully, "perhaps you should wait until you are stronger."

"No!" he protested, "I am not helplessly weak.  I can handle knowing the identity of who is responsible for all of this."

To prove his point, Legolas attempted to push himself up and into a sitting position.  But in his weakened state, he could not, and so Aragorn gently put a hand on his shoulder, effectively stopping the attempt.

"Take it easy, my friend," he smiled at the elven prince.  "If you wish to know, then I suppose it will be hard to keep the secret much longer.  But first, I must explain the circumstances surrounding this person's part in what has transpired."

Quickly, he told his friend about Saruman taking hold of Boromir and how he had once again become normal.  But never once did he mention the man by name, for he wanted Legolas to hear the story without having any prior thoughts of the man.  When he had finished, Aragorn signaled for Boromir to enter the room.  He did so with hesitant, measured steps, as if he were to receive his sentence from a judge.

"Boromir?" questioned Legolas, when he was finally able to see who it was that had lingered in the doorway.  Then he closed his eyes for a second and nodded thoughtfully.  "It makes sense."

"How?" asked Gimli.  "How does that make sense?  You mean you knew it was him?"

"Not him exactly, but the whole time I was being held captive, I could not shake the sensation that I had known the being under those black robes from some earlier time.  And I knew that whoever it was, was certainly not themselves, that some great evil had sway over them.  But now, if I might just have some time alone to speak with Boromir?"

"Of course," replied Aragorn and Thranduil, and within a few moments, the room had emptied, save for Legolas and Boromir.

"Please sit," offered Legolas, after the last person had left.

"Thank you." 

Boromir sat in one of the chairs that had been placed at the bedside for the constant vigils that had been held.

"Legolas, I am so sorry for all that has happened!  If only there was something that I could do, some great deed that could make up for all that I have done wrong."

Legolas shook his head slightly.  "Boromir, I heard as well as you and the others did what Aragorn has said regarding what happened.  And though I am…wounded and weak at the moment, I will heal in time.  There is no harm in that."

"But what I did!  I did such unspeakable acts.  I have failed you as a friend, I have failed my king and my kingdom with my actions, for if it had not been for me, you would not be in this condition.  I almost got you killed."  The emotion broke through freely in Boromir's voice as he spoke.

"And yet I am still here."

"Only by the grace of some great fortune that gave you strength, gave speed to Aragorn, and told Gandalf to come to Gondor.  Legolas, I have no words to express the anger I feel at myself for all that has happened."

"Boromir," Legolas said, taking pity for the broken man before him, for the tears had welled in Boromir's eyes, "you cannot blame yourself for what occurred.  I certainly do not."

"Then who is to blame if not me?"  Boromir said harshly, a testament to the bitterness he felt towards himself.

"Saruman is.  It was he who masterminded the entire ordeal.  You were but a small pawn on his gameboard.  I cannot blame you for that, for it was not your fault that you were under his spell."

"It is not that easy, Legolas.  It is my fault.  It is my fault that I wanted to live, my fault that I regretted dying, my fault that my dying thoughts were with Gondor's people and the fact that I could no longer help them in their struggle against the enemy."

A smile passed over Legolas' lips, and with great pain, he moved a hand out from under his blankets and took Boromir's hand in his own.  "It all you are guilty of is a love for your people and your home, then it is a noble fault.  If your only flaw was the desire to see Sauron defeated and peace reign, then you are a lucky man to have such a flaw, for it is worthy of a man of Gondor.  Worry yourself not with what Saruman caused you to do, but rather concern yourself with what you still can do with a second opportunity at life.  I would not see you dwell on what has already passed, but I would see you look with hope and faith into the good that tomorrow may bring, and what you can do today in order to bring about the good of tomorrow."

Legolas could see how much his words had touched the man's heart, and Boromir nodded his appreciation of the elf's words. 

"But still,"said the Gondorian, after a moment, "I do not understand neither you nor Aragorn.  Despite the fact of Saruman was behind all of this, I still cannot see why you have been so quick to forgive such horrendous actions."

Another smile tugged at the corners of Legolas' lips.  "For Aragorn's part, I cannot answer, though I can guess his reasoning.  But I can speak for my own.  Boromir, you are a good man and I will not hold a grudge over what you could not control.  You are brave and noble, with a great love of your homeland and the people living there.  You have been loyal to your friends and struggled valiantly with us all after we set out from Rivendell, the newly appointed Fellowship of the Ring.  For me, these are the qualities that I see when I look at you, not a black robed figure in a dingy cell.  For that was not you, but rather Saruman himself in the guise of your body."

Legolas snuck back into his pillow, for he was feeling quite weak and was a little dizzy from hunger and from fighting the poison that had nearly claimed his life.  Boromir thought over all that Legolas had said and after a few moments, he bent and hugged the elf in a gentle embrace, always careful of the wounds that he bore.

"Thank you, my friend," was all that he could muster. 

Legolas could only nod.