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Chapter ten: Changing the Stars

He was relived that nobody tried to stop him. He was glad his father was not here and witnessed as he betrayed the Fellowship, to see that he pursued his own feelings. Could his father have known about what she was, was that the reason he was so against her, against him marrying her.

He thought that he had accepted her death when she died in his arms. Perhaps that was the reason he had told his father that he would travel to Rivendell and attend the Council of Elrond. His father warned him that it could be dangerous task, but he no longer feared anything. If he should fall, he would only be reunited with Feavair in the Halls of Mandos.

When he had seen her in Rivendell, everything changed. All he wanted to do was to protect her and take her home. But the Feavair in Rivendell was not the same, she did not remember him or her previous life. He wanted to protect her, to make the world a safe place. That was why he had joined the Fellowship of the Ring. He though that if the Ring was destroy then everything would return to normal and he could continue to guard her.

In the end, he could not protect her. He had failed her again.

Rain started to whip against his face as they rode faster on the road. He really did not know where he was going, or what he would do once they reached Mordor.

They.

He turned his head and looked at Boromir, his face was calm and content, rain was dripping down his noose, and mud was splattered across his face. Why he had insisted on coming with him, he did not know. The horses galloped swiftly and quickly down the North/South Road.

" We should get to Edoras before nightfall." Boromir said "We can contiune down the Great West Road until we reach Erlas, from there we should head to Henneth Annûn and….then the mountains"

"How long will that take us?"

"Without delays, days"

"I do not think we have days" answered Legolas.

Rain continued to fall down from the sky. The open plains around them were soaked. Trees and bushes stood bent under the spring storms the ground was mud covered and the gray sky rolled with clouds of thunder.

They passed Helm's Deep and saw the battleground still smoking in the rain. The grass was covered with dark mire and blood. The heavy armored boots that had marched towards war had trampled the ground down.

            They had been riding for hours. The horses were a gift from the Riders, and they were quicker and stronger then other horses in Middle earth and they could run for many hours without rest.

Boromir and Legolas continued to ride until the rain stopped and the last bits of sunlight lingered on the sky.

The horses became weary, Legolas could feel his horse breath more ragged and ordered it to slow down, so did Boromir`s horse, and shacking their heads, stomping their hoofs, the two horses started to slowly walk on the road, nipping at grass now and then. Boromir sighed and shifted position; his legs were beginning to ache.

Boromir wondered what he would do, if they found Feavair and Legolas tried to stop her. Would he be able to watch her die? He swallowed and thought about the night back in Rivendell. He had no doubt that it was because of him she had fled Rivendell.  Had she not left Rivendell she would have been safe and none of this would have happened.

He would be dead.

If she had not saved his life, woven his spirit, he would have been dead, and things might be different. Things happen for a reason, was that not what Gandalf had said. Maybe he was meant to follow Feavair and perhaps in the end, he could change her faith.

The ring, the ring Pippin had handed Legolas. The ring of lovers. Boromir looked at the elf prince and shuddered. If he knew what he had almost done, that he had driven her away from Rivendell, that this was his fault. That did not happen for a reason, it happened because he could not control the darkness within himself.

The elf sighed and felt the ring burn slightly against his skin. He could still see Pippin standing before him with the ring, as Feavair had done, many years ago.

He had promised then, not to follow her, but his heart could not manage to keep the promise, they had been thorn apart to suddenly and he needed….he needed to see her again, to touch her one last time, to let her know he loved her, even after everything, that she was not alone… that he would not let her go alone.

"We should camp soon" Boromir`s voice ran out from the silence. All through the night they had rode, only stopping just for nightfall to let the horses have small break.

"We can still travel a few more leagues, I am not tired, and the horses can go a good many more marches….it is you that is tired"

"True," laughed Boromir. "My whole body is aching and we have not slept decent in days!"

"We may stop, a few hours when the sun is high. When night falls, we must move again," Legolas answered.

Boromir was silent for a couple of minutes, before he asked a question that had been on his mind a long time.

"How…how has she traveled to Mordor, Pippin said she left on foot how can she have traveled so far so fast?"

"I…. do not know" he answered.

"Must be more magic" Boromir muttered.

They stopped and sought refuge under some tall pine trees. Boromir sat down, closed his eyes and soon fell a sleep. The horses also dozed under the sun. Legolas climbed the tree and scanned the horizon. He saw black clouds, cracking with fire over the Shadow Moutnains.

His heart shattered thinking that she was there alone, crawling towards the top so she could die. Why had she not told him? Why had she not told him she was a Spirit Weaver, why had she not sought his aid, why had she not asked for help?

Perhaps she had. Perhaps her whispers in her sleep were meant for him. Why had he never questioned her past, why had he never questioned her green eyes? Why had he taken her for granted.

I sit beside the fire and think

Of how the world will be

When winter comes without a spring

That I shall never see.

Her voice haunted him again and he closed his eyes and allowed him self to be swept away in the illusion.

            She was standing on the balcony watching the stars. Her pale, smooth and flawless skin glowed in the moonlight. Her black hair hung like silk down her back and her eyes shone like stars.

What are you thinking about?" he had asked.

"About…faith" she answered, not turning around

"Ah yes…the strange thing called destiny, you believe in it?" He had walked up next to her and followed her gaze towards the dark blue colored sky.

"I have little other choice," she had said.

"So you believe we are doomed to follow our stars that we are no more then puppets in a play by the gods" he was trying to be serious but could not hide the playfulness in his voice.

"I believe we walk the life written in the stars," she had answered gravely.

He had turned to look at her, her glass like silhouette.

"And who has written the play of our lives?"

"Our ancestors"

"So the action of our ancestors decides what role we play in life."

"Does it not?" she asked and turned around and for the first time meet his gaze.

For still there are so many things

That I have never seen:

In every wood in every spring

There is a different green.

"Perhaps" he had said. "But that doesn't mean that you can change the way and re-write the script"

"What would happen if we each time re-wrote the script?"

"We would live and control our own life" he reached out ha hand to touch her chin, but she had turned away from him and stared at the sky again.

"Stars never change"

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