A/N:This one shouldn't be as morbid, cause this chapter is Valkyrie/Boromir! I'd like to apologize for the fact that it's taking me so long to get chapters up, but I had the lead part in a play, as Kelsie will tell you. Then I started band camp, and now that school has started, I don't know how fast I'll be able to get these out. But I'll try hard!
OH! And just a reminder that Two Towers is now on video and I will be starting on a sequal to this fic based on that movie as soon as this one is done... which may or may not be a very long time from now.
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Valkyrie finished tying the strings of the dress that tightened it around her waist and looked at herself in the mirror. The dress was indeed beatifull. It was made of varoius shades of blue, silver, and white fabrics sticthed together like petals. It came up and fastened around her neck like a halter with an elaborate silver necklace, and two trains went from her wrists to her upper arms where there were arm bands intricatly carved with elvish runes. ((A/N: I suppose I should explain: her dress looks exactly like Padme's in Ep. 2 when she and Anakin share their first kiss. But with a few of my own touches and different colors))
Her back was bare, and she cast a glance over her shoulder at the criss-crossing scars, left there over the years by her brother and she felt the tears burn hot behind her eyes again and bit down on her lip till she tasted blood. She blinked several times to regain her composure, and her gaze fell on a small tatoo on her lower back: The elvish rune for faith entwined with white roses.
She smiled sadly at the memory. She got the tatoo after her parents died. The white roses had seemed comforting, and her mother had always worn a necklace with the rune on it. Even though at the time, she hadn't know what it had meant, it had come to mean a great deal more to her than she would have ever expected.
She wiped away the last of her tears and headed for the stone steps. Now was not a time to be crying. She ran a hand through her dark hair, gave a heavy sigh, and said a silent prayer to the Valar that Haldir was right about Boromir's feelings for her.
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She walked slowly into the small grove where the male members of the Fellowship had set up camp. Her golden eyes flickered around the the site, taking in everything quietly as she could.
The hobbits were all sleeping peacefully, save for poor Frodo, and her brow furrowed in a sympathetic frown as he writhed in his sleep. Gimli was curled up against a large rock clutching his axe possesively. Aragorn was leaning back against one of the trees, looking ready to jump up at a moments notice, and Legolas...
Was he sleeping or not? He eyes seemed to have glazed over in the dreamless, trance-like state that paseed for sleep with his kind, but he still looked alert.
She crept slowly past all of them, befpre realizing something was wrong. Boromir was missing. Suddenly, she jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder and turner to see the Mirkwood prince gazing intently at her with darkened eyes.
"He is in a clearing just beyond those trees. His heart is greatly troubled. Go quickly." He said, giving her a kind of small, half smile. She nodded and continued on.
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Boromir sat in the middle of a small clearing, on a rock, gazing up at the sky as the first fingers of dawn's light crept over the horizon and stained the tops of the trees.
His pale green-grey eyes caught the silverish glow of the trees and reflected the sheen of tears in his eyes. But it was not the fate of his beloved city that troubled him, as he felt it should, but the fate of his love for this beautifull, broken sorceress that had fallen into their midst.
"There may have been hope while we had yet stumbled upon this wood... but now it is plain there is some history between her and the Lorien captain. My love for her cannot be returned while her heart belongs to another, and it is clear she belongs to him. I could see it in his eyes... in the way he touched her. That look of lost love returned in his eyes. The possesiveness with which his arms held her. All signs of a love that might have been mine.. but can never be."
"You are wrong, Boromir, son of Denothor." He stood quickly and turned to face the direction from which the voice had come. Standing at the edge of the clearing was the very object of his affections, a single teardrop glittering on her pale cheek as she listened to his words of lost love and self loathing.
"I loved Haldir, once. But it was the love of a child... innocent and unbroken.... but not true. I was too young to know the true nature of love then. Given time, my feelings for him might have matured... but I left these lands to soon to be sure." She said softly, moving towards him like some perfect vision created by the Valar. He began to raise a question as to what she ment by 'I left these lands' but was quickly silenced by one of her fingers placed over his lips.
"I. love. you." A second tear fell down her cheek as she said this. "And I will stand by your side no matter what... *this* is true love." She said, her voice barley above a wisper as she closed the final gap between them and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. The Steward of Gondor was taken aback, but his eyes softened, and a new torrent of tears -these of joy and passion- fell from his eyes as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly and kissing her again.
"Valkyrie.... I love you... and may the Valar strike me dead if ever I let you be harmed again." He placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head. "I love you so much."
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Haldir stood not far off, listening to the lovers' wispered declerations of love... and his heart broke. But he would be strong... for her. For he knew his death would not bring her any happiness.
"And with the sunrise, so does darkness fall on the last remnants of our love..."
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A/N: *sigh* Took me long enough didn' it?! REVIEW! I love you all!! Thanx for being so patient! It may be a little corney, but hey, I tried my best... it'll get better!
OH! And just a reminder that Two Towers is now on video and I will be starting on a sequal to this fic based on that movie as soon as this one is done... which may or may not be a very long time from now.
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Valkyrie finished tying the strings of the dress that tightened it around her waist and looked at herself in the mirror. The dress was indeed beatifull. It was made of varoius shades of blue, silver, and white fabrics sticthed together like petals. It came up and fastened around her neck like a halter with an elaborate silver necklace, and two trains went from her wrists to her upper arms where there were arm bands intricatly carved with elvish runes. ((A/N: I suppose I should explain: her dress looks exactly like Padme's in Ep. 2 when she and Anakin share their first kiss. But with a few of my own touches and different colors))
Her back was bare, and she cast a glance over her shoulder at the criss-crossing scars, left there over the years by her brother and she felt the tears burn hot behind her eyes again and bit down on her lip till she tasted blood. She blinked several times to regain her composure, and her gaze fell on a small tatoo on her lower back: The elvish rune for faith entwined with white roses.
She smiled sadly at the memory. She got the tatoo after her parents died. The white roses had seemed comforting, and her mother had always worn a necklace with the rune on it. Even though at the time, she hadn't know what it had meant, it had come to mean a great deal more to her than she would have ever expected.
She wiped away the last of her tears and headed for the stone steps. Now was not a time to be crying. She ran a hand through her dark hair, gave a heavy sigh, and said a silent prayer to the Valar that Haldir was right about Boromir's feelings for her.
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She walked slowly into the small grove where the male members of the Fellowship had set up camp. Her golden eyes flickered around the the site, taking in everything quietly as she could.
The hobbits were all sleeping peacefully, save for poor Frodo, and her brow furrowed in a sympathetic frown as he writhed in his sleep. Gimli was curled up against a large rock clutching his axe possesively. Aragorn was leaning back against one of the trees, looking ready to jump up at a moments notice, and Legolas...
Was he sleeping or not? He eyes seemed to have glazed over in the dreamless, trance-like state that paseed for sleep with his kind, but he still looked alert.
She crept slowly past all of them, befpre realizing something was wrong. Boromir was missing. Suddenly, she jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder and turner to see the Mirkwood prince gazing intently at her with darkened eyes.
"He is in a clearing just beyond those trees. His heart is greatly troubled. Go quickly." He said, giving her a kind of small, half smile. She nodded and continued on.
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Boromir sat in the middle of a small clearing, on a rock, gazing up at the sky as the first fingers of dawn's light crept over the horizon and stained the tops of the trees.
His pale green-grey eyes caught the silverish glow of the trees and reflected the sheen of tears in his eyes. But it was not the fate of his beloved city that troubled him, as he felt it should, but the fate of his love for this beautifull, broken sorceress that had fallen into their midst.
"There may have been hope while we had yet stumbled upon this wood... but now it is plain there is some history between her and the Lorien captain. My love for her cannot be returned while her heart belongs to another, and it is clear she belongs to him. I could see it in his eyes... in the way he touched her. That look of lost love returned in his eyes. The possesiveness with which his arms held her. All signs of a love that might have been mine.. but can never be."
"You are wrong, Boromir, son of Denothor." He stood quickly and turned to face the direction from which the voice had come. Standing at the edge of the clearing was the very object of his affections, a single teardrop glittering on her pale cheek as she listened to his words of lost love and self loathing.
"I loved Haldir, once. But it was the love of a child... innocent and unbroken.... but not true. I was too young to know the true nature of love then. Given time, my feelings for him might have matured... but I left these lands to soon to be sure." She said softly, moving towards him like some perfect vision created by the Valar. He began to raise a question as to what she ment by 'I left these lands' but was quickly silenced by one of her fingers placed over his lips.
"I. love. you." A second tear fell down her cheek as she said this. "And I will stand by your side no matter what... *this* is true love." She said, her voice barley above a wisper as she closed the final gap between them and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. The Steward of Gondor was taken aback, but his eyes softened, and a new torrent of tears -these of joy and passion- fell from his eyes as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly and kissing her again.
"Valkyrie.... I love you... and may the Valar strike me dead if ever I let you be harmed again." He placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head. "I love you so much."
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Haldir stood not far off, listening to the lovers' wispered declerations of love... and his heart broke. But he would be strong... for her. For he knew his death would not bring her any happiness.
"And with the sunrise, so does darkness fall on the last remnants of our love..."
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A/N: *sigh* Took me long enough didn' it?! REVIEW! I love you all!! Thanx for being so patient! It may be a little corney, but hey, I tried my best... it'll get better!