Chapter 1: The beginning

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Hello folks. New story. I really need to stop the habit of not finishing stories and starting new ones. Well I actually wrote this on paper before I typed it. I never do that. Oh well Here you go. I hope its long. Oh and this is Boromir/Legolas and Boromir/Glorfindel. I find that there is less B/G and B/L . Well I'm changing that. I have another little quarrel. How come they're no other people of other ethnic groups in the L.OT.R. I think I'm going to change that. hmmm if you want you can give me a few pointers on new characters. Wahoo I think I have just broke my record and written the longest chapter ever. I should do more of this writing before typing. Well R&R. And if you have any idea's just email me or review.

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Story: The Understanding : The Story of Boromir and Legolas

Author: Tiger Eye

Rating: Rated R

Disclaimer: Don't sue or anything. Cause you aren't going to get anything. I'm broke.

WARNING: This story hold homosexual content. If you do not like , then don't read.

Summary: The Lord of The rings, but in Legolas and Boromir's view. Plus with a little twist to it. Now it wouldn't be a love story if Boromir died now would it? Boromir/Legolas Romance Story.

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Chapter 1

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My people judge with their eyes and what they smell or hear. We do not look through the outer layers. What we see is what we believe. It had been a bad habit of ours for a while. Thus making ourselves separate from those who likely would aid us in our need in the future or in the present. Not many allies are made, friends or whatever you wish to call them, of other races.

Instead we stay content in the forest, totally isolated from others. I understand why others are so tense and suspicious around us. False stories are spread through the land, I have come across several myself. And they rumors do not cease, and because we choose to ignore them, or not associate with the other races, they do not know what to believe and what not to.

For years I have tried to change this. But it seems even a prince cannot change those who are not willing to change. Of course there are a few exceptions. Like what you ask? There is Estel. Ah Isluiders hair. I took it to my believing we adopted him because of the heritage.

How selfish and low. But he has taught many of my people to not be so quick to judge. At first he was given the cold shoulder by most of the elves. To them he really wasn't a friend or family, but a burden. As the years passed by, my people were content with him.

Finally they open their arms to him. This is very rare, it doesn't happen a lot.

In my lifetime I have come out of my shelter. I have traveled to lands settled by men, even halflings. Such beauty these places hold and again once again I wonder why my people would choose to stay hidden in the forest. I mean it is a beautiful, but there is more out there. There is plenty to see out there.

Once I remember traveling to Gondor. Oh what a site! The Mountain City is just as beautiful as Estel described it. You see Estel is just like me, he is what we call a ranger. Several he traveled south to see his home country, many stories he brought back to tell me. Watching young men run to their stalls in their armor, the pride shown in the inhabitant's faces, and the little children helping their mothers and fathers with chores.

But Of course not everything is beautiful. Everything has it flaws.

That was several years ago, now I sit silently in the middle of long dry grasslands with 8 other individuals around a dense fire. The smells of firewood spread around the camp quickly. Food is scarce , so little is eaten. They night is cold and the moon is high in the sky. Some say that a beautiful maiden lives there. There she watches over us like the Valar. The cold chills our bones so we all wrap ourselves around our clothes, cloaks and blankets.

I think about or little group. Four hobbits, two men, a dwarf, an elf and a wizard. What an odd combination. But in my lifetime I have seen things more strange than our little group. As I sit by a sturdy rotten tree, I gaze at my sleeping companions.

Thank the Valar for Estel and Gandalf. If not for them, I would have lost my mind. It is uncommon for elves to lose sanity. There are few situations were this would be an outcome. For an example, being abuse or raped. Sadly non-of my kin can come back.

But losing sanity certainly does happen. You see we are on a perilous journey to the dark lands. Years ago the conflict with the land was settled. And yet again it has risen. When I traveled to the outskirts of Gondor, I did see the outline of Morodor. The sky that stood above it was dark as the land. I thought once, something was erupting, but I immediately discarded the idea and continued on my way.

Proves that my predicaments were right. Sauron, the Dark Lord had risen again, and he was seeking his prized treasure. The one thing that would give him the power that was stripped from him many years ago. The ring. But of course the ring was lost centuries ago, after Isluider refused to throw it into the mountain (Mount Doom) which it was created from. Thus he kept it. Lord Elrond was there to see it. It was the one time when Elves and men came together.

Many died, many lived. The site of the battle ground is now a Marsh land. I hear stories of it. They say the people who died souls are still their. If you look into the marsh you might see the faces of the men and elves. Back to the story.

Now Lord Elrond was the one to told Isluider to throw the ring into the lava pit. I hear the story many times from him. Well Isluider ran off with the ring, only to end up slain by Orcs. One curious Orc found the ring and kept it. Maybe a week or so, the Orcs were killed by arrows from men and throne into the rive. The ring went down with them.

Years later, two young halflings, as they were called back then instead of hobbits, Smeagol and Deagol were fishing in the river. By now the orcs body would have dissolved , only leaving the ring. Deagol found the ring, Smeagol craved for it. So the two friends quarreled and fought. Finally it all ended when Smeagol killed his friend. Choked him to death. He took the ring and ran from his home with it. Little did he know ever time he used it or wore it, it would make him invisible. But there was also a catch, every time he used it, the ring would take a part of him away. As the years past by and he used the ring more and more, he transformed from a young halfling to some sort of pale orc. His eating habits, face, his whole body was completely and may I add badly disfigured. Gandalf has warned us that he had been following us since we set out. Anyways one day a hobbit named Bilbo Baggins stumbled on to Smeagol who was now called Gollum. He stole the ring from Gollum and settled down in his little home of the Shire. Hobbiton to be specific.

Now I know I'm not explaining a lot, but I do not have time to tell you the whole story. Now for years he kept it under his care, it was like his baby to him. Several times he had used it. Little did he know that he was putting himself in danger. The last time he used it, he had sort of sent a signal to the dark lord who sent out his 11 minion.

The Black riders they were called. They rode on their black horses, to were they were getting the signal. Bilbo's good friend Gandalf came to late to warn him. He immediately evacuated Bilbo and took him Rivendale, the House of the Elvin Lord, Lord Elrond. One of my kin.

Bilbo had a nephew who he adopted since he parents died. Frodo Baggins his name was. He inherited Bilbo's house and the ring was given into his care. One day he came back from his chores (I don't feel like rereading everything so I'm kind of guessing)

Danger was apparent to Frodo when his house was broken into, everything was disturbed and broken. It had seemed as if the person or persons who broken into his home were looking for something. Gandalf was at the scene immediately. And so the story of the ring was broken down to frodo as I am doing to you. Lucky for him, Sam, Frodo's gardener overheard the conversation.

And so quickly Gandalf set Sam and Frodo on their way to a certain destination were Gandalf would meet him at. He had other business to attend to. My guessing is with Saruman, the White. He lives in a black tower, sort of similar to Saurons, but smaller. It is called the Orthanc. Saruman must be doing something that irks Gandalf and if not it must be something else.

As Sam and Frodo traveled across the land of Eardor, they stumbled unto Frodo's cousins Peregrin Took, pippin for short and Meridoc BrandyBuck , merry for short. The cousins decide to travel with their cousins, many different situations they were put in. The ended up staying together till the end. A few times they ran into the Black riders. Not knowing what to call them, but know they should be avoided.

When they finally reached they inn that Gandalf had instructed them to go to, there they met Estel, or strider to them. Later on they would find out his real title. Aragorn. They were attacked by the Black riders, but Aragorn drove them away, little did he know he had shown himself to the Dark lord.

Now I must cut the story short, it is already heading to sunrise and my shift. I should awaken the person who is taking the next shift...... Oh he has already awaken.

Well while I still have time, I might as well tell you about the council. After Frodo arrived to Rivendale. A council was held, its main purpose. The ring. Oh what a joyful yet exhilarating moment in time. I was overjoyed. Finally all raves had come together. There were men, so outstanding and proud, the elves , outgoing as ever, they dwarves proud and sturdy and finally the hobbits, silent they were, yet lovely. Of course there was Gandalf, but he rare showed any emotion.

But it also made me nervous because of hour situations. Lord Elrond was the one who brought us all together.

In this small council, we discussed the issue profusely. In the end we came up with a small group who would travel to Morodor and cast the ring into Mount doom. Our little group was made of Frodo Baggins the Ring bearer, Samwise Gamdgee , Peregrin Took, Meridoc BrandyBuck, the hobbits. Boromir, Son Of Gondor, Aragorn, Son of Arathorn, the men. Gimli, Son of Gloin , the dwarf. Me, Legolas GreenLeaf. And finally Gandalf Stormcrow or The Grey. He tends to tell people to call him Mithrandir.

Back to the present. As I said, its already sunrise. Its so beautiful. I remember when I was only a child, I use to peer out of my window to stare at the rising sun. I did this for many seasons, till I was caught by my father.

My companions will be awakening soon, and thus it is not my shift anymore, I am allowed to rest a bit. Slouching back against the rotten bark, I closed my eyes and rested my body and soul. I am the eye and bow of the group. I must keep my energy up and running. Though most elves don't need to sleep a lot. This is a very tiresome journey. I have not come across anything like this. Tension has risen high, which is making the trip more difficult. Already enemies have been made in the group. I wish it hadn't turned out this way.

It is Boromir's shift now. Ah now there's a mystery waiting to be solved. Sadly Boromir is one of the enemies made in the group. I feel for him. How badly I do.

Out of all the group, this is a mere man confuses me the most. Man are the most peculiar of the races. The rest of the 8 have already come to the conclusion that he was the most vulnerable to surrender to the rings calls and promises.

Unlike the others I understand him a bit better than the others do. Through these weeks I have learnt that he loves his country every so dearly. The rest of the company just seem to ignore him. They don't want to find anything about him. When he talks they shun him. But I actually listen. Aragorn is the only other persons that listens to him to. When he talks it like he's proclaiming his love to you in words. Simply majestic. I do understand why he loves his country and people so dearly. It is a beautiful place. It would be a real tragedy if this place were to fall. Hopefully this will not happen.

I am very surprised at Aragorn. He knows all this and yet he distrust Boromir like the others. He shuns his own kin. Scorns him. Ah yet again I forget that he is more elf than man. Sad but true.

My heart goes out to you Boromir. How many times have you been misjudged. It is to late for me to find out. I have already angered you. Since you have already decided to dislike me because of my defending of Aragorn. Yet again I understand that. This would have been a joke to in the Elvin house. An elf coming to an understanding of men. Very vague but true. I find myself thinking of this a lot.

I will have to speak to Aragorn. He has no right to do this to you. I know I my people have conflicts with one another, but they are not so disdainful. At this point I am ashamed to be a friend of him. Oh the others. Gandalf is the other one who really pays Boromir heed.

But I must also come to an understanding of myself. These are not common worried. I fear I might be falling for the man. My Father would never forgive me .But I must take my chances.

I do believe Aragorn needs to understand that it is very hard for something you have been given to suddenly be stripped from you. He needs to know the feeling that are running through the Gondorian mans veined. His mind. I guess I'm getting a little to territorial. They both need to come to an understanding. It indeed does seem like Boromir is being stripped of something important to him. But I do hope that everything turns out ok.

Ah they have risen. Grumpy as ever I must say. My eyes somehow wander their way to were Boromir lay. He sat on the ground a peered at the sky. Ingoring his surroundings. I wonder what lay beyond the fine embroidery and the skin.

Do not think of such things Legolas. It is not decent. I have never been so....fascinated by a man before. I certainly know I was not the first. I do not think Lord Elrond was just being friendly to Isluider. He hardly is ever like that to a man. He never directed the same lust filled gaze he gave Isluider to Aragorn.

fumes But I saw the way he looked at Boromir. It filled me with Jealousy right on the spot. He was not the first to give my Boromir that look. hmmm my Boromir. I find that to my liking. I remember seeing Glorfindel approach him one night with the same lust filled gaze. I do not doubt that they were together. They did make it quite obvious. I wonder how Glorfindel is doing without his mate...... or my mate.

I shouldn't let my emotions interfere with out quest. But I find it very hard to keep focus. Gandalf has warned me about this. I really should heed him.

Though all may think that Frodo is afraid of him, I see more there. Frodo isn't as innocent as he look. Neither are the other hobbits. I know Boromir has taken a liking my Merry and Pippin. Little does he know they have taken a liking to him to. Just not the same liking.

Oh Boromir, you have stolen all of our hearts. The only ones you haven't taken are Sam's, Gandalf's, Gimli's and Aragorn's. Yet I am not sure about Aragorn.

What is it about you that attracts us so? Why do I find you so irresistible. Well those questions won't be answered now. We set of in a few minutes. I gather my belonging and pack them in my bag. I hope not all night will be like this.

For now I must be content. I catch he eye and he gets starts clearing hour camp site. Yet again I wonder if there is any hope. How I wish o be his. But I cannot. He belongs to another and I must not interfere. I wish it were me instead of Glorfindel. But I cannot compete with him. As far as beauty goes, I have already lost that battle. I am being very selfish. I am sure Boromir would not lay with Glorfindel for only beauty. Glorfindel would not let him, let alone stoop so low. But I will find out .One way or another. Oh it is time to leave. sigh Another long march. Well my complaining won't do me so god, so I stay silent.

Who said a prince gets everything he wanted was wrong. How very vague. But I do know this.

I crave for you Boromir, Son of Gondor.

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Oh my that was the longest chapter I have ever written. Though how badly it was written. Though I know I tried my best. R&R. . I will have to start thanking my reviewers. Anyways here is a clip from the next chapter.

Chapter 2: " I do not wish to judge you Boromir. I know I might have been harsh at first, and for that I come to apologize and wish your forgiveness. Maybe we can be something more than enemies?"

So who do you think it is?