Author's note: I bet you all thought I'd dropped off the face of the earth!!! Well...no such luck...but I have been very busy. Between work and everything else that is going on...I apologoze that I haven't had time to update.
I have seen the Return of the King and I must say it was wonderful as I knew it would be. I must admit...I cried during the scene between Faramir and his father...when Denethor admitted he wished Faramir had died and that Boromir had lived. Poor Faramir!!!
Makes me think about writing a Faramir fic...hhhmmm...
Many thanks to those who are still reading!!! And reviewing!!! You're the reason I got off my butt and updated!!! Hope you enjoy this chapter!!!
Rhovanion's Child by Shelly
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
There were two others that were impatient to see Rhiannon again, and one of them paced to and fro just out of sight of the hobbits, who were trying to get some much needed rest. But being they were who they were, their curiosity of the beautiful elven land of Lorien kept them awake when they should've been sleeping.
Legolas paid them no mind since he was wondering where she was and why she hadn't come to see them yet. He had seen a strange figure speaking with Haldir earlier and guessed that it had been her that was cloaked so that she couldn't be seen. He knew that she must feel self-conscious about her appearance and only waited to build up the courage to make her presence known. But at the very least she should've come to see him by now.
Walking further into the trees, he finally spotted two figures speaking to one another and saw her face revealed by the moonlight shining through the trees. Apparently she was talking with Aragorn, and judging from their conversation he had told her about the loss of Gandalf in Moria. She looked well to his eyes, and in his happiness to see her approached them both without thinking that they might have wanted some time alone. But she must've been just as happy to see him as she greeted him with an enthusiastic embrace and a kiss on his cheek.
"Legolas, it's so good to see you!" she cried as she pulled away. "Are you all right? You are not hurt?"
He smiled at her concern for him. "I have never been better, now that I know you are all right."
She couldn't help but embrace him again, laughing when he picked her up off her feet and swung her around once. "You left before I got the chance to thank you for saving my life, silly elf," she playfully chided him. "And I do thank you...very much."
"You have my thanks as well," Aragorn added. Having no words to say, Legolas merely nodded his head to them.
"Where is Boromir?" she finally asked, unable to keep the question hidden any longer.
Both the elf and the future king of Gondor smiled to one another. "He sits alone by a tree just over there," Aragorn replied, "comtemplating the words that were spoken to him by the Lady of the Wood."
She shot him a questioning glance, but he nudged her on with a hand to her back. Walking through the trees towards where she thought he'd be, she wondered if she should cover her face once more until she knew for sure how he felt about her. But she finally decided to let him see her as she was since she had nothing to hide from him now. He knew now who she was, and it was time for her to stop hiding from who she was deep down inside.
Approaching the base of a large tree, she finally saw him sitting alone just as Aragorn said he was, and her heart immediately went out to him. Apparently she must've made some kind of noise as he suddenly turned and looked her way, unable to take his eyes off her as they faced each other for the first time since they parted ways in Rivendell so many months ago.
All thought escaped from Boromir as he looked upon a sight he thought he'd never see again, a sight that was still as beautiful to him as the first day he looked upon her back in Minas Tirith. Slowly rising to his feet, he approached her hesitantly, unsure as to whether she still harbored ill will towards him after the way they had parted. "Am I dreaming?" he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.
His voice carried to her upon the wind, and she couldn't remember ever hearing anything more wonderful in her whole life. How she had missed him so! "Many who stay here believe they are dreaming, for where else can anything else so beautiful be found except in the realm of dreams?"
He smiled as he stopped barely a foot from her. "I think that I am not then, for even now I look upon the most beautiful and rarest of treasures right in front of me," he replied as he reached up to brush his thumb across her cheek, tracing the trail of silver upon it with a light touch. "And you feel very real to me, Rhiannon."
She couldn't help but smile at hearing the sound of her real name upon his lips, and she laid her own hand upon his, folding it within her own as he drew closer to her and brushed a light kiss upon her brow. She trembled all over from his nearness as his arms came around her to hold her close. "Boromir...I have missed you so much...and I know I have a lot to apologize for..."
"Ssh," he silenced her with a finger to her lips. "Don't worry yourself over something that is in the past, and best left there. I have put it behind me, and the only thing that I care about now is that you're alive and well. You can't imagine how worried I was when I heard that you had been hurt."
She smiled a little up at him. "And what about yourself? I know about Gandalf and the sacrifice he made."
"I am fine," he assured her.
She looked deep into his eyes for a moment. "Are you?" she finally asked him, remembering Aragorn's words to her earlier.
Sighing deeply, he sat back down. She took a seat beside him, her eyes never leaving his face...just to have him here with her now filled her with such love and joy. He spoke to her of Galadriel's words to him, of his concerns about Gondor...and of his acceptance of the fact that Aragorn is the rightful heir of the throne.
He had changed so much since she had first met him in Minas Tirith...and a part of her was saddened at the change in him. When he had finished speaking, she took both his hands in hers and held them within her own. "I know you worry for your city Boromir," she began. "And so do I...which is why I would die if need be to defend it from the evil that seeks to destroy it."
A smile stretched across his handsome face. "You almost did remember?" he asked, bringing forth memories of that day when she was wounded during the battle for Osgiliath.
An answering smile spread across her lips. "And you were there to save me," she recalled.
Sadness crept into his eyes then as he reached up to trace the scars that lined her face. "I only wish I had been there to keep this from happening to you," he said softly. "I wish my pride had not gotten the better of me that day."
"I also accept some of the blame, my love," she replied. "If I hadn't have run away like some spoiled little child..."
She was silenced by a sudden kiss from him, and never had she loved him more than at this moment, here in fair Lorien under the silvery moonlight. He lifted her from her seat and sat her across his lap, their kiss deepening until they both had to come up for air. And then they merely held one another for what seemed like an eternity, both of them determined never to let each other go for as long as they both lived.
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Awww...they're back together again...*sniff*...
But did you actually think it would be otherwise??? I'm so predictable...^_~
Thanks so much for reading!!!
I have seen the Return of the King and I must say it was wonderful as I knew it would be. I must admit...I cried during the scene between Faramir and his father...when Denethor admitted he wished Faramir had died and that Boromir had lived. Poor Faramir!!!
Makes me think about writing a Faramir fic...hhhmmm...
Many thanks to those who are still reading!!! And reviewing!!! You're the reason I got off my butt and updated!!! Hope you enjoy this chapter!!!
Rhovanion's Child by Shelly
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
There were two others that were impatient to see Rhiannon again, and one of them paced to and fro just out of sight of the hobbits, who were trying to get some much needed rest. But being they were who they were, their curiosity of the beautiful elven land of Lorien kept them awake when they should've been sleeping.
Legolas paid them no mind since he was wondering where she was and why she hadn't come to see them yet. He had seen a strange figure speaking with Haldir earlier and guessed that it had been her that was cloaked so that she couldn't be seen. He knew that she must feel self-conscious about her appearance and only waited to build up the courage to make her presence known. But at the very least she should've come to see him by now.
Walking further into the trees, he finally spotted two figures speaking to one another and saw her face revealed by the moonlight shining through the trees. Apparently she was talking with Aragorn, and judging from their conversation he had told her about the loss of Gandalf in Moria. She looked well to his eyes, and in his happiness to see her approached them both without thinking that they might have wanted some time alone. But she must've been just as happy to see him as she greeted him with an enthusiastic embrace and a kiss on his cheek.
"Legolas, it's so good to see you!" she cried as she pulled away. "Are you all right? You are not hurt?"
He smiled at her concern for him. "I have never been better, now that I know you are all right."
She couldn't help but embrace him again, laughing when he picked her up off her feet and swung her around once. "You left before I got the chance to thank you for saving my life, silly elf," she playfully chided him. "And I do thank you...very much."
"You have my thanks as well," Aragorn added. Having no words to say, Legolas merely nodded his head to them.
"Where is Boromir?" she finally asked, unable to keep the question hidden any longer.
Both the elf and the future king of Gondor smiled to one another. "He sits alone by a tree just over there," Aragorn replied, "comtemplating the words that were spoken to him by the Lady of the Wood."
She shot him a questioning glance, but he nudged her on with a hand to her back. Walking through the trees towards where she thought he'd be, she wondered if she should cover her face once more until she knew for sure how he felt about her. But she finally decided to let him see her as she was since she had nothing to hide from him now. He knew now who she was, and it was time for her to stop hiding from who she was deep down inside.
Approaching the base of a large tree, she finally saw him sitting alone just as Aragorn said he was, and her heart immediately went out to him. Apparently she must've made some kind of noise as he suddenly turned and looked her way, unable to take his eyes off her as they faced each other for the first time since they parted ways in Rivendell so many months ago.
All thought escaped from Boromir as he looked upon a sight he thought he'd never see again, a sight that was still as beautiful to him as the first day he looked upon her back in Minas Tirith. Slowly rising to his feet, he approached her hesitantly, unsure as to whether she still harbored ill will towards him after the way they had parted. "Am I dreaming?" he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.
His voice carried to her upon the wind, and she couldn't remember ever hearing anything more wonderful in her whole life. How she had missed him so! "Many who stay here believe they are dreaming, for where else can anything else so beautiful be found except in the realm of dreams?"
He smiled as he stopped barely a foot from her. "I think that I am not then, for even now I look upon the most beautiful and rarest of treasures right in front of me," he replied as he reached up to brush his thumb across her cheek, tracing the trail of silver upon it with a light touch. "And you feel very real to me, Rhiannon."
She couldn't help but smile at hearing the sound of her real name upon his lips, and she laid her own hand upon his, folding it within her own as he drew closer to her and brushed a light kiss upon her brow. She trembled all over from his nearness as his arms came around her to hold her close. "Boromir...I have missed you so much...and I know I have a lot to apologize for..."
"Ssh," he silenced her with a finger to her lips. "Don't worry yourself over something that is in the past, and best left there. I have put it behind me, and the only thing that I care about now is that you're alive and well. You can't imagine how worried I was when I heard that you had been hurt."
She smiled a little up at him. "And what about yourself? I know about Gandalf and the sacrifice he made."
"I am fine," he assured her.
She looked deep into his eyes for a moment. "Are you?" she finally asked him, remembering Aragorn's words to her earlier.
Sighing deeply, he sat back down. She took a seat beside him, her eyes never leaving his face...just to have him here with her now filled her with such love and joy. He spoke to her of Galadriel's words to him, of his concerns about Gondor...and of his acceptance of the fact that Aragorn is the rightful heir of the throne.
He had changed so much since she had first met him in Minas Tirith...and a part of her was saddened at the change in him. When he had finished speaking, she took both his hands in hers and held them within her own. "I know you worry for your city Boromir," she began. "And so do I...which is why I would die if need be to defend it from the evil that seeks to destroy it."
A smile stretched across his handsome face. "You almost did remember?" he asked, bringing forth memories of that day when she was wounded during the battle for Osgiliath.
An answering smile spread across her lips. "And you were there to save me," she recalled.
Sadness crept into his eyes then as he reached up to trace the scars that lined her face. "I only wish I had been there to keep this from happening to you," he said softly. "I wish my pride had not gotten the better of me that day."
"I also accept some of the blame, my love," she replied. "If I hadn't have run away like some spoiled little child..."
She was silenced by a sudden kiss from him, and never had she loved him more than at this moment, here in fair Lorien under the silvery moonlight. He lifted her from her seat and sat her across his lap, their kiss deepening until they both had to come up for air. And then they merely held one another for what seemed like an eternity, both of them determined never to let each other go for as long as they both lived.
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Awww...they're back together again...*sniff*...
But did you actually think it would be otherwise??? I'm so predictable...^_~
Thanks so much for reading!!!