It was stupid really, Boromir thought, that he missed them, as he lay in the dark, cold and wet. Since Merry and Pippin had been asleep before they had been placed down, they weren't using him as a pillow that night, if it was night at all in Moria. Boromir couldn't tell what time of day, or night, it was at all. Mind you, Boromir thought, he wouldn't have been able to let them use him as a pillow anyway because he was still wearing his wet tunic. Deciding that all his companions where finally asleep, Boromir sat up and searched through his pack for his spare under tunic. Finding it, Boromir quickly stripped off all his layers and changed. His movements, the slight noise they were making that is, awoke someone else. "Boromir? Is that you?" Legolas asked to the darkness.

Boromir jumped, startled. "Yes," he answered. "I am sorry if I awoke you. I cannot find any rest at the moment."

"I understand the feeling. I don't like this darkness, I need to see the sky and feel the fresh breeze to feel comfortable," Legolas explained to the Steward of Gondor's oldest child.

"I hate the feeling of being trapped," Boromir found himself admitting, without meaning to at all. "This darkness makes me feel like I can't escape."

"And do you need to escape from something?" Legolas asked quietly, so as not to wake any of the others, he had a feeling that no one else needed to hear this conversation.

Boromir was shocked into silence when Legolas asked the question, and he wondered if the elf knew how close to the truth he had gotten. Still, after a moment, he managed to reply. "What makes you think I need to escape from something? What could I possibly have to escape from?" Boromir was suddenly glad that it was dark because he could feel his cheeks growing warm from the deliberate lie he had just told Legolas.

"I do not know what you are trying to escape from, although I could take a guess. And it is clear that you are trying to escape from something," Legolas told him wisely.

Boromir sighed. "You are right," he said at last. "I am trying to escape from something, although I doubt that you will be able to guess what. And although I may have managed to escape for a brief while, I know that it will not last long. It can not last long."

Legolas was shocked. What on earth could Boromir be talking about? "Well if I can ever help, please let me know."

"Ok then," Boromir told Legolas. "But I doubt you ever will be. Not unless you want to become a murderer or be murdered," he muttered to himself, forgetting about elves enhanced hearing.

Legolas didn't know what to say to this. Boromir was the Steward's son! What could he possibly have to escape from which involved death or the killing of another? Legolas had never met Denethor, but he had heard that he favoured Boromir, so what on earth could he be talking about? Denethor only ever favoured Boromir in public though, when they were alone, it was hard to tell who Denethor treated worse, Boromir or Faramir. Not that he cared, but Boromir and Faramir both did, wishing that they could make their father be easier on the other. From a young age Boromir had always tried to protect Faramir and this made his father class him as weak. Denethor thought that Faramir was weak because he was so bookish and was very talented with languages. Boromir was also quite talented, but he was nowhere near Faramir's league. Boromir was the favoured son in public because he was the heir, captain general of Gondor's armies and apparently the better fighter of the two brothers. While Boromir could best Faramir in a sword fight most times, there were occasions when his younger brother got the better of him, and Faramir was much better than Boromir when he had a bow in his hands. Faramir was one of the best shots in all of Minas Tirith, but Denethor managed to conveniently overlook this piece of information, shunning Faramir as weak in both public and private.

The public, however, adored both Boromir and Faramir. They liked how close the two brothers were, how they would share hugs with each other in public and would show it when they were happy and pleased, yet hide it when they were angry or upset. Completely unlike their father who hardly ever showed any emotion, especially around his sons. With a father like that, many in Minas Tirith were surprised at how well Boromir and Faramir had turned out. But the sons of the Steward were always willing to help, also trying to spread cheer and keeping the morale up, even with the darkness spreading from Mordor. Boromir and Faramir didn't act like they were above anyone, which was one of the things that the people loved about them the most. They treated everyone kindly, as if they were a friend, yet they never got too attached. To them, their country came first and many wondered when they were both going to settle down and marry, instead of running around all of Gondor attempting to be in several places at once. Their father really asked too much of them, it was no secret that Boromir and Faramir practically ran Gondor, but that they were also restrained by their father's requests. The two had honour, and they would not disobey their Steward and always complied with his requests and orders even if they did not agree with them or if they hurt them. They didn't think about themselves or their own happiness, merely others, and their brothers. It was clear to everyone that the sons of the Steward would do anything for each other.

In the darkness Boromir rolled back over and tried to get some more sleep. The darkness of Moria was depressing him and he understood perfectly how Legolas felt. He sighed and then heard Legolas shift about, showing that he was still awake as well. "How long did Gandalf say it would take to get to the other side?" Legolas asked him.

"Three days."

"It is unnatural for an elf to stay so long in the darkness," Legolas said.

"I know," Boromir told him. "I understand. I have elvish blood from my mother's side she was part Telerin, which is probably why I hate this darkness as well."

"I didn't know that you're mother was part Telerin," Legolas told him and Boromir could heard how shocked he sounded and smiled a little bit, despite the fact that Legolas couldn't see him all that clearly since even his enhanced elvish eyesight could penetrate the darkness of Moria.

"I don't care what you two are talking about, but please will you keep the noise down!" ordered a disgruntled Gimli, who they had somehow managed to waken.

"Sorry, master dwarf, but we were only talking," Legolas retorted and Boromir stifled another sigh, settling in for another argument between the elf and dwarf and readying himself to play referee if he had to.

"What in all middle earth are you two talking about in the middle of the night?!" Gimli asked, shocked.

"And how exactly do you know that it's night time at all?" Legolas shot back. "You can't exactly see the moon or stars down here!" Boromir missed looking at the night sky the most it seemed and unconsciously fingered the scar of Faramir's name with the stars around it.

"Well you should be taking rest anyway! We have a long way to go tomorrow," Gimli stated, and both Legolas and Boromir could see the sense in his words, but that didn't made that they were able to sleep.

"Go back to sleep yourself Gimli," Boromir said. "Just unlike you, some of us aren't able to sleep, do not concern yourself, me and the elf will be fine." Boromir just wished he could be sure that Faramir was alright as Gimli went back to sleep. Boromir also closed his eyes, but he doubted sleep would come. He really hated this darkness and apparently Legolas did as much as him. Knowing that the elf wouldn't be asleep yet, Boromir reached across and took Legolas' hand in his, giving silent comfort as both waited for sleep to overtake them.