The Last Goodbye

by rugbytackle-me

A different take on how Aragorn and Arwen met and how this affected the journey of the Fellowship...Contains an OC. No slash.

6. A Ring and 4 Hobbits

Chapter 6

A Ring and 4 Hobbits

The council was to begin early the next morning. Everyone should be asleep and resting but Boromir was not. He had lain for hours, staring at the intricate patterns and designs on his ceiling. He had tried counting sheep, elves, dwarves, orcs, and men. He had tried counting everything he could think of but still sleep did not come. And he despaired. He would need to have his wits about him at the council although Faramir would be there, which helped to ease his mind, but still he wished he could sleep to rest his mind. He had finally gotten up and paced around his room, before coming to stand in front of his window, staring out into the clear night. The twinkling stars seemed to mock him and the cool breeze only succeeded in waking him more. He pulled up a chair and sat and watched the sun climb slowly and lazily up the sky. When at last it had risen to a decent height, Boromir pulled himself out of the chair and quickly washed and dressed. He made his way along the corridor to see if anyone was in the eating hall but there was not so he carried on. Making his way out onto a nearby balcony he found his brother, reading a book.

"Faramir." He went over to join him. "You are up early."

"So are you." His brother commented dryly.

"I could not sleep. Is it the same with you?"

His brother nodded.

"For once, Boromir, I don't know what is going to happen. All my life I have at least some idea of what is going on but now I am at a loss. I feel insecure and vulnerable. Everyone seems to know so much more than us. And I'm worried."

Boromir sighed.

"I am also worried Faramir so you are not alone. We shall have to stick together. But there seems to be one other person who knows little more than us."

"I have thought of that also. But a woman at the council? Will Elrond allow it?"

"He shall have to. Look."

Faramir turned and saw Tithe walking towards them, talking to Aragorn. Seemingly this balcony was the meeting place outside the council. No doubt others would be along shortly. Aragorn and Tithe came and joined the two brothers and they stood in silence. Others slowly began to filter in. First came Legolas and some of his fellow elves from Mirkwood. They stood a little way off from Boromir and the others but Legolas still turned to talk to one of them occasionally. More elves from Rivendell came in small groups of twos and threes. Surely not all of them would be present at the council. That would seem unfair, Boromir though and one look at his brother confirmed he was also thinking that. But before long a great deal left, leaving only a few, passing 2 dwarves on their way out. One of the dwarves was considerably older than the other but they kept to themselves, away from the elves. At last the 4 hobbits arrived, Merry and Pippin leading the way, giggling over something, with Sam leading Frodo behind. They had been on the balcony for less than 10 seconds when a great bell rang and a door to the side of the room opened. Silence fell.

Elrond appeared, a solitary figure, barring the door for a second before stepping back, allowing them to enter. The Rivendell elves entered first, followed by the Mirkwood elves and Legolas. Then went the dwarves, and then with Gandalf went Frodo, leaving Sam, Merry and Pippin behind. They took off the minute Frodo was out of sight. Boromir, so eager to go, now hesitated and let Aragorn and Tithe pass first. Then in went himself and Faramir. The door closed silently behind Faramir. To Boromir's surprise he found himself not in a room but on another considerably larger balcony. The elves, dwarves, Frodo and Gandalf were all seated and only 4 more seats were left. Aragorn sat down at the very edge of the semi-circle, indicating for Tithe to sit beside him. Boromir let his brother sit next to Tithe before sitting himself next to the younger dwarf. When all were sitting comfortably Elrond began by welcoming all races before turning to more serious matters. Explaining in brief the story they had all heard, he bade Frodo to bring the Ring forth. Reactions were mixed. The elves sat with blank stares, the dwarves grunted beneath their beards, Aragorn showed no expression on his face but something happened deep within his eyes. Tithe seemed to not believe and Faramir glanced over at his brother who raised an eyebrow and stirred in his chair. He opened his mouth but thought better of it. Not that this small gesture didn't go unnoticed. Aragorn looked over at him and frowned to himself. And Gandalf seemed to keep a wary eye on him after that.

Elrond watched them all carefully for a while before he carried on talking. "This is the Ring of power. Sauron is trying to get it back. All his will is bent on it. We must decide what to do with it. This peril belongs to all the free peoples of Middle Earth. Each of you here represents your own race. You must make this choice."

No one dared to look at any other person, save Faramir and Boromir. Their eyes met and a mutual agreement was reached. Boromir stood.

"The Ring of Power was lost from Gondor's knowledge. Many thought it would not return. The rightful heir to Gondor was also thought lost but he returned. I thought, once, that I might be able to control the ring, bend it to my will, but I can see here and now that this would be futile. Gondor may need the Ring, it would help to destroy the armies of Mordor we fight everyday. I and my brother would do anything to help save Gondor. She is alone, one great city fighting all the Dark Forces. The only help we may get now is from Rohan but ill days are growing there. I would have asked, 'Why not use this Ring?' The answer hopeless. I would say to take the Ring to destroy it but where would that be?" He sat down.

"The only place the Ring can be destroyed is in Mount Doom, the place it was forged. One of you must take it there." Elrond's smooth voice cut through the silence.

Boromir stood again, his face troubled.

"Mordor? You take the Ring right to the Dark Lord himself? One cannot simply walk into Mordor. It's gates are guarded by more than just orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. The great Eye ever watching. Tis a barren wasteland riddled with fire, ash and dust. Not with 10 000 men could you do this. It is folly. I should know. I have fought against the, along with my brother. We have seen the masses. Is there nowhere else?"

"There is not, Boromir. If the Ring does not go to Mordor then it can go nowhere else. There is no safe place for the Ring to go to. Eventually Sauron would gain the Ring.. This way we have a chance to destroy it forever."

It looked like Boromir was going to say more but the light touch of his brother's hand on his wrist stayed his mouth. A silent conversation took place in seconds. At last Boromir nodded.

"I agree with this but who is going to take the Ring to Mordor?"

Another silence fell over the council. Everyone shifted uncomfortably in their seats, willing someone else to volunteer. To everyone's great surprise, Frodo, the small hobbit, stood up.

"It is my fate, my burden. I will take the Ring to Mordor. But I do not know where I am going."

Everyone stared in awe at the small being that stood before them, offering to take their only chance of freedom and peace, and try and win it back with no thought to himself. Frodo began to fidget nervously as no one was answering or helping him. At last

Gandalf shook himself out of his reverie.

"I will help you bear this burden Frodo Baggins, as long as I am there to help."

Aragorn stood up and crossed to Frodo.

"I swear to protect you Frodo, whether it be by my life or death. You have my sword."

"And my bow." Legolas spoke for the first time.

"And my axe." A gruff voice resounded round the council. The younger dwarf had stood up, bristling for battle.

"Very well Gimli, son of Gloin, you shall come also." Gandalf acknowledged the dwarf.

Boromir stood again, this time followed by Faramir.

"Myself and Faramir were hoping to travel back to Minas Tirith. If you are heading that way then we shall accompany you as far as our paths lead. That is if you are willing to have us journey with you?"

"I see no point in not letting some of Gondor's finest swordsmen travel with us, even for only part of the way. We should be glad of your company."

"The group is almost decided. 7 we have here..." Elrond meant to carry on but a rustling from the bushes stopped him mid-sentence. Sam had run from the bushes, outraged that Frodo was going and he wasn't.

"Mr Frodo's going no where without me." he announced indignantly, crossing his arms over his chest to prove his point as he stood stoutly beside Frodo. Elrond tried to start speaking again but was cut short by Merry and Pippin bounding into the circle.

"Here! If Sam gets to come, we're going to!"

"And if Sam doesn't get to come?" Gandalf questioned ominously .

"Then you'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us."

"That could be arranged." Gimli muttered under his breath. Legolas elbowed him in the side and frowned at him. Gimli fell silent.

"Meriadoc and Peregrin, very well then you and Sam will travel also. We have 10 going. That is a big enough group. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring."

So it had been decided. All through the council Tithe had sat silently, observing the others. Now she had a choice, she could stay here, safe for a while or she could travel with Faramir and the others, most certainly fulfilling her task. The council was beginning to disperse, people standing to leave, talking together. She stood up, her voice determined.

"Excuse me Elrond, sir. May I be allowed to speak?" The higher voice of a woman stopped everyone in their tracks. They turned to her.

"I wish also to go with the Fellowship." Her head was held high, defying all.

A smile touched Faramir's lips and humour glinted behind Boromir and Aragorn's eyes.

"You wish to go?" Elrond sounded surprised.

"Yes. Do remember what I told you in your office? I must."

Gimli spluttered in indignance. "You cannot go, you are a girl, a woman."

She turned on him, eyes blazing fire. "That comment has been made to me before. I do realise that I am a female but does that discriminate me? Why should men always bring home the glory?"

Gimli was silenced at once, whatever could be seen of his skin under his beard burned furiously red.

"Tithe I know what you said in our previous meeting but I do not think that this is your place, nor your time. You are not even sure if the Ring is the cause of your being here." Elrond calmed the tension in the air.

"But I had a dream, telling me of my quest. I must join the Fellowship. I must."

"No Tithe, you shall not go. That is all I wish to say on the matter." He clapped his hands and people began to disperse, except Faramir who stayed to wait for his friend. She didn't seem angry or sad, more thinking things over.

"Tithe to tell you the truth I'm glad you're not coming. I would hate it if you were hurt or even killed along the way. Please don't be sad. Elrond will know what he is doing."

"I know Faramir, I know. I am not sad, just disappointed. Excuse me." She left him, turning towards her room. Faramir sighed and walked on in silence.

"How is she?" The voice startled him and he jumped round to see Boromir standing there.

"She says she is not sad, just disappointed."

"And what do you think?"

"She is partly telling the truth. But she is plotting something. I can feel it." Boromir nodded and thought for a moment.

"Boromir?"

He looked round at his brother's question. "Yes Faramir?"

"When are we going to be setting out? Do you know?"

"No I am sorry Faramir. I'm not sure if anyone does save Gandalf and Elrond and maybe Aragorn, but not me."

"No Boromir I do not know. And I doubt whether Gandalf or Elrond know either." Aragorn came up to them.

"I did not mean to eavesdrop. I merely heard your conversation in passing. So I am going with Frodo, to destroy the Ring and you are going to Minas Tirith to see your father."

The brothers did not answer to this, each deep in thought about the meeting with their father, how would he re-act? How would they re-act? Would the people of Gondor accept them again? Of all 3 questions Faramir was not sure of any of the answers. Glancing beside him he saw that Boromir was trembling slightly, with barely controlled rage. Reaching out a hand he calmed his brother, Boromir shooting him a grateful smile in return. Faramir gulped inwardly. He wasn't looking forward to this meeting one little bit, he would have to make sure Boromir kept his temper under control and he didn't like the prospect of being in the middle between an angry Boromir and an equally angry Denethor. Maybe he should just stay here and keep Tithe company. But his brother needed him, and he would stand by him. He was keeping something from him and Faramir wanted to know what this thing was. Aragorn searched the brothers' faces. Nothing was there, he couldn't read anything from them.

Tithe headed back to her room. Her thoughts swirled round her head and no matter how hard she tried to get them into place they wouldn't stay. She collapsed on her bed, welcoming the soft pillow. At last her thoughts started to slow and she began to sort through them. Her first thought had been anger when she was refused to travel with the Fellowship. She had passed that stage now, now she wanted to figure how she could follow them out of Rivendell without Elrond noticing her slipping away and Gandalf, Aragorn and Legolas noticing that she was following them. She put that to one side for the moment and thought back to what Faramir had told her. He was glad she wasn't going because she wanted him to be safe. She smiled, liking the thought of Faramir caring for her. She liked him, thought he was handsome as well. But did he really like her or was he just after a friendship? He was son of the Steward of Gondor. Why would he want to get involved with someone like her, a wanderer of space, disappearing as soon as the job was done? Come to think of it she was like Aragorn, a Ranger, except on a far greater range. And she still had the Boromir puzzle to work out. She was no nearer to that either. She sighed, all the problems seeming to weigh down on her, drowning her in her brain. She had to get out, free her mind, and feel the wind in her hair.

The sound of a horse brought her back to Middle Earth. A horse ride. That would do just fine. She had ridden before and was skilled in handling a horse. She left her room and went down to find the stable. She walked along the rows of stables, stroking each horse, whispering softly to it, admiring the beauty of the animals that were stabled here. Every one seemed purer than the last, all of their manes shining in the sun. The horses seemed to sense she was searching them and they tossed their heads and neighed loudly to catch her attention. She laughed lightly, away from her troubles. She came to the last stall and found the most beautiful horse stabled there. His coat was golden and shimmered in the sunlight. Looking into the stall Tithe found that there were 2 horses stabled there. The other was jet-black save a tiny tongue of flame on his forehead. He snorted, not bothered about the intrusion, not caring for this girl, only for his master. He didn't come over when she called and he had an air of defiance about him. Now who did that remind Tithe of? She racked her brains and it hit her. Boromir! This must be his horse. They matched each other perfectly, both were proud, strong creatures, not afraid of anything and both had a very stubborn streak in them, which could cause trouble. She opened the stall door and was about to enter when a voice stopped her.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you."

She spun round and saw Aragorn crossing the stable yard towards her, a saddle in hand. She cocked her head at him.

"And why not?"

"That is Boromir's horse as I think you have guessed. He does not take to being handled by anyone save Boromir and occasionally Faramir. Also Boromir might not take it to well that his horse is being taken for a ride without him knowing."

He opened the door wider and called to Brego who trotted out to his beloved master.

"Are you going for a ride? Can I come with you?"

He nodded.

"Okay I will be back in 2 minutes. Wait here."

Tithe dashed off back into the house, racing through the corridors until she came to Boromir's rooms. She wanted to try out his horse but needed to seek permission first, not wanting to get on his bad side. She knocked sharply and he answered quickly.

"Tithe. What brings you here?"

"Well I was going to go out for a ride and I was in the stable and I was looking at the horses and I came across Aragorn's horse and your horse and Aragorn said it would probably be best to ask before I stroked him or something and I know this is going to sound incredibly rude but I was wondering if I could take your horse out for a ride. He is so beautiful." She rushed out in one breath.

Boromir blinked, his brain trying to decipher all that she said. At last he got the message and nodded his consent.

"But I think I had better come down, he can be quite a handful when he wants to be."

"Are you sure that's all right because I can take some other horse if you want to come with us."

"Would you mind if I came with you?"

"Of course not! I would be glad of your company."

They had reached the stable by this time and there stood Aragorn with Brego saddled and ready. He looked up and waved Tithe over.

"Are you still going out for a ride? Could you take Brego for me? He has been getting restless and he needs a good run. I have been called away for a meeting with Gandalf. Maybe Boromir could accompany you."

He pushed the reins into her hands and then practically ran back up to the house. Tithe took them, looking slightly confused.

"It looks like I won't be needing to borrow your horse after all Boromir. Do you still wish to go for a ride?"

"Of course. I will just get Leo ready."

He grabbed the saddle and swung it over the horse's back before slipping the bridle quickly over his head and the bit into his mouth. The horse didn't seem to mind, he adored his master and he needed a good run to get rid of all his pent up energy, both horses did.

10 minutes later Tithe and Boromir were galloping out of Rivendell and into the surrounding fields. Tithe had learnt from the start that Brego was a feisty horse, extremely fast and had to have a firm handler. Brego had learnt from the start that Tithe was not a pushover. They matched each other well. Tithe kept Brego at a steady speed so she could ride along with Boromir. After they had raced over a couple of fields Boromir dismounted Leo and set him loose. Tithe looked surprised.

"Will he not run away?"

"Not if he knows what's good for him. No he won't. I'm just letting him express himself and feel free. He'll return though, when he gets bored, tired, hungry or all 3! If you let Brego go, he should not stray. If he does then we can just get Aragorn to call him back. I'll take the blame, don't worry."

Tithe slid of Brego and took off the bridle and he was off like a shot, running to catch up with Leo. She sat down on the grass, the sun warming her face. Boromir sat beside her.

"Faramir told me you were not upset about missing out coming with the Fellowship. But he also said he didn't think you would just let it go that easily. You're planning something aren't you? Can you tell me?"

She studied his face. Maybe if she told him, he would trust her and she could ask him what was bothering him. It might just work.

"I may tell you. But there is something I wish to ask you in return."

"What?"

"Later. Do you wish to know what I plan to do?"

He nodded and settled down.

"Very well then. I am planning to go with the Fellowship. The day you leave I will leave before hand, on one of Elrond's horses. I'll come out here and hide from view and watch as you pass. Then I'll send the horse homewards and trail you. When I am a suitable distance so that you can't send me back to Rivendell I'll 'let' Legolas or you or Aragorn 'find' me! It should work. I need to go with the Fellowship Boromir, you may not understand but I need to go. You won't tell anyone will you?"

"No I won't tell anyone. And you're going to carry out this plan? I'm not doubting it, it's just that don't you think Legolas will sense you? He is an elf and they can see and hear for miles and miles, leagues even. But if you are really determined then I am sure it will work. Do you want me to help you plan it or anything? I will help, I can feel how much you want to go on this Fellowship, even though you may end up getting killed in the process."

"Don't worry Boromir, I have faced death before and even though I used to I do not fear it now. But you say you will help me? Hmm I could use your help"

"Well just tell me and I will see what I can do."

"Good!"

So the Fellowship had been decided and they would soon be leaving Rivendell to begin their journey to Mordor. Frodo had healed greatly and, with Sam's help, he was steadily gaining his strength. Aragorn, Legolas, Boromir, Faramir and a host of others including Elrond's sons had journeyed round the land, seeking news about Sauron's forces. They would be returning soon, have a quick rest before setting out again. Gandalf and Elrond had been in deep conversation most days about the route to take and other important matters. Tithe's plans were almost complete. Boromir had helped her by lending Leo to her. With Boromir's knowledge she now knew when she would join the Fellowship, 3 leagues away from Rivendell, far away enough so Gandalf could not send her back and close enough so that Leo could get back to Rivendell relatively easily.

Aragorn sought out Arwen the day before they were leaving. He found her in her room, looking out the window, deep in thought.

"Arwen. We have to talk."

She sighed and turned to him. "I know. I have been waiting for you. Let us go somewhere else though. This place holds to many good memories for me."

Aragorn nodded and followed her out of the room. Instead of going to the lake she led him to the woods. Into the clearing where he had taught Tithe how to handle a sword she stopped and turned to face him.

"You have to go. I know but that isn't what we came here to talk about. We both know it Estel. You know I love you and I know you love me. But…"

He crossed to her and placed a finger on her lips.

"I know. Just don't say it right now. It is not the time. We are destined to be together and we will. I will marry you in Gondor that I know but for the moment onwards our paths don't lie together. We shall wander from each other and we both know the other that holds our hearts in their keeping. I have seen it and so have you. Our paths intertwine later and we need to follow them when that time comes for people need it. Elrond needs it. He will not let you marry me if I am not King and that I vow to become and you are destined to become my Queen. And the most beautiful Queen you shall be. We shall rule together."

"You shall Estel. They will need you and you shall lead them like the true King you are. I love you."

She placed a small kiss on his lips before pulling back and smiling at him. He smiled back and each knew the other understood.

2 weeks later Tithe woke early. The sun had just begun to creep over the horizon. She must hurry. She dressed in boys clothing, knowing dresses would not be good clothes to wear on a trip across Middle Earth. She crept down the corridors, least someone saw her and asked her business. From Boromir she had learnt that the Fellowship would be leaving at around noon, giving her plenty time to ride away from Rivendell. Slipping to the stables she opened Leo's door and found him already saddled with a note hanging on his bridle. It was from Boromir, roughly scribbled:

Tithe,

Thought this might help you get away quicker. He can be a handle if you don't get his saddle on properly. Now stop reading this and go, before Elrond finds you missing.

Good luck!

Boromir

Tithe laughed quietly before leading Leo out and climbing onto his back. kicking him gently in the side she steered him out of Rivendell to a sheltered group of trees she had found a few days ago. This would hide her from view from the Fellowship but she could watch them. If it was called for she could leave Leo there or send him homewards. She dismounted and tied Leo loosely to a tree, enabling him to graze at his will. She settled down on a grassy hill and took out an apple she had in her pack. She had come prepared, bringing a small amount of food to aid her on her journey. She would use nature as well and save the other food for when she joined the Fellowship, if Gandalf would allow it. She still had a small part of her heart that was filled with doubt. But she pushed that from her mind before taking a bite out of her apple and letting her mind wander.

She didn't know how long she had been sitting there when a small snort from Leo brought her back to the present. Moving silently towards the edge of the ring of trees, she listened carefully. She heard the sounds of feet moving her way. A swish of a grey cloak told her Gandalf had just passed, with 4 small beings passing straight after him, one leading a horse. Sam. A soundless elf flashed passed, Legolas. Then a grumbling mass of hair, that being Gimli the dwarf. Finally the heavy sounds of Boromir and Faramir passed, she saw Boromir quickly glance in her direction with Aragorn moving almost silently behind him. Leo snorted again from the clearing and Tithe abandoned her spot to rush back to the clearing to comfort and silence him, hoping Aragorn thought it was the pony that Sam led. Leo was straining on his reins, eager to see Boromir who he could smell was nearby. Tithe held onto his reins, stroking his nose. She was afraid he would dash off after Boromir and they would find her.

After 10 minutes Leo had quietened, Boromir had passed and he got the message that he wouldn't be following his master this time.

Aragorn's head swung sharply at the sound of a horse snorting. His hand moved to the hilt of his sword and he caught a flash of movement in the trees beside him. He looked towards Boromir, Faramir having gone ahead to talk to Legolas, just a few feet in front of him. He hadn't heard anything or if he did he gave no reaction. Aragorn grew suspicious. He had heard that horse before but he couldn't quite place it. Looking ahead he scanned the Fellowship, Legolas in particular. He didn't seem to sense danger. Boromir turned to look at him.

"Aragorn what is the matter? Why have you stopped?"

"No reason. I thought I heard something and then I thought I saw a flash of clothing but I cannot be sure."

Boromir glanced nervously at the trees, a look that didn't go unnoticed by Aragorn. He grew even more suspicious. There wasn't any danger but he had suspicions that Tithe had hatched some plan to follow the Fellowship and Boromir had somehow been dragged into them. He had known that Tithe wouldn't just let the matter drop and now he had proof. He would corner Boromir later, for now he had to catch up with the rest of the group and convince Boromir he had no idea of what was going on. He hurried up to Boromir.

"Come on, we'd better catch up with the group. It'll just have been some elves in the wood or an animal. Come." He touched Boromir's arm and the other man began to move again, his mind at rest.

Tithe crept back to the edge of the trees and peered out. Aragorn and Boromir were now in the distance. It wasn't safe to keep Leo with her. He would find his master and giver her away. She loosened his bridle and kept him a few minutes longer, just to make sure both Aragorn and Boromir were out of sight. Leading him as quickly as she could, she turned him towards Rivendell, whispered in his ear and sent him back home with a slap on his rump. This time he seemed to understand and went off without a sound, back to safety. She went back to fetch her bag before setting off after the Fellowship. She stayed as much as she could in the shadows, stopping every few hours at a time for a break and to make sure she wasn't coming to close to the Fellowship so that Aragorn would spot her. Legolas kept to the front of the Fellowship, with Gandalf, looking ahead, much to Tithe's relief. Legolas would spot her in an instance.

The day was drawing to a close, the sun beginning it's homeward journey, before Gandalf showed any sign of stopping. They found a sheltered camping ground quickly, nestled in a grove of trees, out of sight of the road and the enemy. Perfect for Tithe. She quickly scaled a tree and settled down for the night. She had slept in worse things than a tree before and she curled round a branch, confident she wouldn't fall.

The camp settled quickly. Sam began preparing a small supper for everyone while Merry and Pippin set out the Hobbit's bedding. Frodo stayed beside Sam. Gandalf was in conversation with Aragorn, something about the road they would take while Legolas scouted around and ahead and Faramir, Gimli and Boromir got a fire going. Soon everyone was sitting down to eat and a small bit of laughter crept into the group by Merry and Pippin's antics.

'Perhaps,' thought Aragorn, 'Merry and Pippin were right to come on this journey. I can imagine it without them. Legolas would be silent, Gimli would grunt and grumble his way through every night and day. Myself and Gandalf discussing the dark and dangerous road ahead and which path to take. Boromir and Faramir would sit quietly in a corner discussing things only they knew about and Frodo and Sam would do the same, huddled together for comfort. There would be no laughter. No jokes.'

Aragorn was thankful Merry and Pippin had been allowed to come along with them. He looked round the camp and realised Faramir was not there. A frown creased his brow. He was sure he had seen him sit down beside Legolas and eat something but he hadn't seen him get up and leave. He nudged Boromir in the side. Boromir looked up at him questioningly. Aragorn looked round the group meaningfully, not wanting to raise the alarm in case there was some simple reason. Boromir followed his gaze round. It didn't click at first. He glanced back at Aragorn, a frown on his brow. He looked back to the group and back to Aragorn again before realization dawned in his emerald eyes.

"Faramir." he breathed.

His eyes searched the campsite, spreading into the surrounding trees, trying to pierce the darkening gloom. But he found nothing. He rose from the ground and Aragorn followed him. The meal was ending, the hobbits were going to bed and the watches had to be decided.

"Estel." Legolas stopped Aragorn who in turn halted Boromir. "If it is Faramir that you are worrying about which I know it is then do not fear. He went for a walk to clear his head but do not worry I told him not to stray too far from the camp. He should be back in a minute."

"Thank you Legolas." Boromir mumbled, a flush rising up his neck for worrying about his bother who was old enough to look after himself. Legolas nodded and turned away.

"Boromir do not be embarrassed about worrying about your brother. I do the same with Legolas and he is not even my brother." Aragorn told Boromir, who smiled sheepishly at him. Gandalf called over to them at that point and Faramir returned from the other side of the camp. He smiled at his brother, not noticing the death looks Boromir sent his way. Aragorn laughed and pulled him over to Gandalf. Legolas drew first watch, with Faramir second and Gimli third. They would be leaving at dawn the next day. Aragorn thought about asking Boromir about Tithe but he decided to leave it for tonight. Another time when he was on watch or where they couldn't be overheard. Soon the camp was peaceful. Legolas stood as still as a statue, watching over the sleeping bodies scattered around.

The night was still and when it came for Legolas to wake Faramir there was nothing for him to tell. Legolas cast himself down on his bedding and went into the elf dream world. Faramir took up Legolas' place but sat for his legs were tired, he did not have the never ending strength of the elves.

Morning came with pain for Tithe. She had a crick in her neck and her stomach rumbled loudly for she had eaten nothing since that apple yesterday breakfast. There was some fresh fruit on her tree which she took gratefully and stored in her pack. Slipping swiftly down the tree she crept forward to the Fellowship's camping place and found it in a hive of activity. Everyone was packing their bedding and having breakfast at the same time. She slipped back into the trees and waited.

Aragorn glanced up. He was sure he had seen someone in the woods. He peered closer but saw nothing. He shrugged and returned to his packing. He finished quickly and went to aid the Hobbits in their packing, Sam in particular as he seemed to have packed all his own stuff and everything Frodo hadn't packed. His back was bent over from carrying it for hours on end. He removed the pack from Sam's hand and unpacked it quickly, much to Sam's protest.

"Sam you have far too much here. Look, you do not need all this. I will take some of this, your back will be breaking by the time you get to Mordor."

Slipping his own light pack from his shoulders he took a number of clothes and little bits and bobs and put them in his own pack. Boromir came over at that point and offered to take something, his pack seemed too light so he said. Soon everyone had been satisfied. Sam still had all his cooking items while Boromir and Aragorn had both taken a large amount of extras that Sam insisted he needed. It brought a smile to both men's faces when Sam shouldered his pack and didn't bend over backwards from the strain of pleasing Frodo.

They moved off quickly, setting a good speed, not out of reach of the Hobbits but not to slow for the likes of Aragorn and Boromir who were both used to fast travelling. Tithe trailed them closely as the forest grew quite dense at some parts and trailing the likes of Aragorn and Legolas through thick trees was not an easy option. The Hobbits made it slightly easier with their chatter and laugher reverberating round the trees. Every so often Tithe would hear the sound of a much deeper laugh, presumably Aragorn's, Boromir's or Faramir's. They had covered a great distance in the past 2 days and they were now many leagues from Rivendell and Tithe was thinking about seeking Boromir to ask if the time was right. She would ask that night she decided.

The day passed quickly for Boromir. He spent most of it at the back of the group talking with Aragorn. They had become firm friends and found they had a great deal in common. He was glad he had met Aragorn before the council. He could imagine himself hating Aragorn, loathing him every step of the journey, never speaking to him, thinking of him only as an elven upstart, coming to throw his father of the throne of Gondor and diminish the line of Stewards forever. A small seed of doubt was still sewn deep inside his heart where even he did not know of its presence. One day that small seed of doubt might grow into something more but for now Boromir was content with Aragorn's claim. He had seen him in battle and knew that he would do Gondor proud if he ever became King. They had left the cover of the forest by the time that Boromir came back to his senses. He realised suddenly that Aragorn had been speaking to him and he tuned in quickly, trying to discover what he had been speaking about. But Aragorn had noticed that Boromir was away inside of himself, taking no notice of what was going on around him until he stumbled over a tree root and almost fell. His eyes quickly lost the glazed look and Aragorn saw him refocus on the world around him. He laughed inwardly. Boromir glanced up at him and grinned.

It was coming up to noon before the Hobbits called for a rest. Gandalf gave it and the company gladly took it. He seemed in a good mood and the Hobbits took full advantage of it, taking a little more food than was necessary and resting for a little longer. They seemed to know that rest would be scarce in the days to come so they took full advantage of it while they could. Gandalf spent most of the time they were resting sitting on a large boulder over looking the path, smoking his pipe, deep in the thought. Any little movement apart from the camp made him jump and stare suspiciously round.

All to soon for everyone he was moving them on, walking, if possible, faster and choosing (so it seemed) a much steeper and difficult route. Only Legolas and Aragorn didn't seem to be fazed by the new path. They were used to it. Boromir and Faramir were used to walking for many miles without sleep or rest all over Gondor but Gondor was a much flatter land than this. Although the men were slightly tired, the Hobbits were flagging behind a couple of hours after their rest. Boromir slipped behind to walk with them and try to keep their spirits up. He was beginning to have a good relationship with 2 of the Hobbits, Merry and Pippin. He found their antics extremely amusing, the way that they could joke around when they were surely walking to their doom. Frodo and Sam kept mainly to themselves, Frodo only really talking to Aragorn or Gandalf.

Again the group only stopped late at night, eating a quick meal before settling down to sleep. Boromir took the first watch, much to Tithe's delight. When all was quiet she slipped from her hiding place behind a tree. Walking over to him he glanced around, making sure no one was awake. Everyone's breathing seemed settled. She sat down beside him.

"Would it be hard to enter the Fellowship now do you think?"

"I do not think you should come when everyone is there. Try to get Gandalf on his own. That might be the only chance you get to join the Fellowship. But you must promise me one thing Tithe."

"What?"

"If you are not allowed in the Fellowship, promise me you will return to Rivendell. Please Tithe."

"But…"

"Tithe. Promise me you will return. You cannot stay if Gandalf does not let you. I will not let you stay if it is against Gandalf's orders. Do you promise me?"

"I…okay I will go if Gandalf does not let me stay."

"Thank you."

He laid his large hand atop of hers and squeezed gently, looking up at her and smiling. A movement from the camp made him spin round but it was just one of the Hobbits turning over and snapping a twig.

"You should go now Tithe. You have stayed long enough. I shall have to wake Aragorn in an hour or two but he might wake early and see you here. But wait…do you have food and drink?"

Tithe nodded and slipped away silently back into the night. Boromir returned to his silent guard.

Aragorn rolled over silently, his mind racing. He played back in his minds eye what he had just seen. So Boromir was part of Tithe's plans. He didn't like the thought of her joining. Boromir was also concerned for her safety, making her promise to return. He silently thanked the Valour for small mercies. He would have to talk with Boromir now. Getting up from his blanket he made his way towards the form of the larger man, moving with the grace of an elf. He tapped Boromir on the shoulder and the man spun round, hand going straight to the hilt of his sword. He relaxed visibly when he saw it was Aragorn. Then he paled, knowing full well that the other man must have heard the conversation that had just taken place with Tithe.

"Uh…Aragorn…what are you doing up? Your watch is not for an hour at least."

"Boromir do not play around with me. I heard and saw what took place here. Why?"

"Why?"

"Yes Boromir, why? Why did you let her come? You know she will most possibly die here. I do not want that!"

"And you think I do? Aragorn I did not want to get involved with this but I knew I had to. For some reason this is important to her. Give her a chance. Please."

"Boromir I want to give her a chance I really do but I don't want to endanger her life. She has something to accomplish here and…"

"But don't you see it Aragorn? She must accomplish whatever it is here, with us. Let her try at least."

Aragorn thought for a moment, never breaking contact with Boromir's emerald eyes. They pleaded at him and he couldn't resist. Aragorn sighed.

"Very well Boromir. Let her talk to Gandalf. He shall decide."

Boromir smiled. Maybe just maybe Gandalf would let her stay and travel with them. He looked over at Aragorn who was sitting, getting out his pipe and lighting it. He felt Boromir's eyes on him. He turned to him.

"What?"

"Nothing." Boromir turned away quickly.

"Boromir?"

"Someone needs her to be here and he shall benefit greatly from that."

"I know of who you speak but I doubt he knows it yet."

"I think he has an idea. He's not that thick Aragorn."

Aragorn laughed. "I did not mean it as offence and you knew it!"

Boromir laughed also and the sound rang round the small camp. Immediately they both quietened and sat listening for a couple of minutes.

"If you wish to sleep I will take a longer watch." Aragorn said, seeing the weariness already on their journey. "Keep up your strength Boromir. We need it."

Without another word Boromir crossed to his bedding and rolled up in his blankets before falling soundly sleep.

Aragorn took all the watches that night, letting the others sleep. He sat as still as stone, the only sign of life was the occasional puff of smoke escaping from his lips and the flicker of his pipe. When the sun began to creep over the horizon he stooped to wake Gandalf from sleep.

"Aragorn what are you doing up? I thought it was my turn to watch this night."

"Sleep eluded me so I stayed awake. Shall I wake the others?"

"Give them a couple more minutes. I am going for a short walk to stretch my muscles. I will not go far."

Aragorn nodded and Gandalf walked off. If Aragorn was right he would be meeting someone pretty soon.

Gandalf left Aragorn and walked away into the forest, looking for a bit of peace and quiet and time to think. All he got was a small voice calling his name timidly. And so she should be scared he thought as he turned to find her. What in all of Middle Earth was she doing here?

"Tithe. So you followed us."

She slipped down from her tree and hung her head meekly.

"You needn't look like that my girl. You had this planned all along. I know you better than you think."

"I'm sorry Gandalf."

"No you are not! But tell me your story Tithe. Why are you so desperate to come with us?"

"Gandalf I had a dream. I always have dreams about my purpose for being somewhere. And in this dream I saw part of the future. I have to stop it from happening or all of Middle Earth will fall to ruin. I do not have to destroy the Ring, that is not my job, it is something else but I cannot tell you. Well I don't think I am supposed to tell you. I've never told anyone before."

"Tell me Tithe. I must know. What did you see in the future?"

"I saw the Fellowship. They were at a place with 2 big statues guarding the water."

"Amon Hen."

"Yes well anyway, they were attacked by orcs. And I saw the orcs run after Merry and Pippin but Boromir came. He killed the orcs but they kept coming, like a great sea of them. He told the Hobbits to run and they did but they stopped to watch Boromir. He was fighting them, slaying them with his sword. He blew on his horn 3 times and then again but no one came. Suddenly he was struck down by an arrow but he kept on fighting. And a 2nd arrow hit him. He fell to his knees, gasping for breath. But he saw the hobbits looking at him with despair so he carried on fighting for them, even though he knew he was going to die. He kept on fighting. But when a 3rd arrow hit him he knew it was over. He fell to his knees, struggling for breath. The orcs ran past him, the hobbits with them. All I saw next was Aragorn leaning over him, tears in his eyes as Boromir died in his arms. He was sent down the river in a boat. That is all I saw."

"No Tithe, you saw more. What was it?"

She bowed her head and whispered in a defeated tone.

"Boromir tried to take the Ring from Frodo."

Gandalf said nothing.

"I have to save him Gandalf. I must come if only to save Boromir from death!"

"What if that is his destiny?"

"It cannot be! That is why I was sent here. To open his heart. I'm not sure if that does mean that I will save him from death but I must try Gandalf. Please. Let me come. You cannot send me back, I beg you."

Gandalf searched her face with his eyes, piercing right into her soul. And then he knew it was her fate to accompany them. Just as Aragorn was to become King of Gondor she had to take this journey.

"Very well Tithe, you shall join the Fellowship. I am not sure if this is what Lord Elrond wanted but he is not here to make that decision. Come we shall go back to camp for the rest of the group must know we have a new member."

He turned and walked back to camp. Tithe scrambled back up the tree to fetch her bag and then ran after Gandalf. Aragorn was watching for their return and when he heard two sets of feet he smiled. So Tithe had joined the group. This could prove interesting. They came through the trees and she grinned at Aragorn, who shook his head and laughed.

"Aragorn if you could wake the others please," Gandalf said. He nodded and moved to the Hobbits first as they were the hardest to wake. He bent over Merry and Pippin and shook them.

"Merry, Pippin, time to rise."

All the response he got was for them to roll over and hide further under their blankets. Aragorn waited a couple of seconds then pulled their blankets off. They moaned in protest but began to rise. He moved to Sam and Frodo and saw that Sam had heard him wake the others and he had already begun to wake Frodo. Aragorn smiled and nodded at him before moving over to Legolas and the others. He only had to tap Legolas on the shoulder and the elf was awake, Gimli was a little harder but he too was soon up. He called to Faramir and moved over to Boromir. He knelt down beside him and shook him. Sleepy green eyes looked at him.

"She has joined. She is here now."

At this Boromir bolted up and looked round. He caught Tithe's eye and nodded before jumping up and stretching, ready for the day ahead. The shout of surprise from Merry caused the rest of the group to look round.

"Tithe! What are you doing here?" Merry exclaimed.

"I'm joining the Fellowship." Came the reply.

"Joining the Fellowship?" Faramir came over to her. "Really?"

She looked him in the eye before replying. There was something in the depths of his grey eyes that she couldn't work out. She saw the surprise and confusion there but there was something else. She pushed the confusion out of her mind and concentrated on returning his question.

"Yes, I am." She cocked her head, "Do you not wish me to join?"

"Oh no. I am truly glad that you will be journeying with us but I still wish as I said to you earlier that you would have stayed in Rivendell where it is relatively safe for the moment."

"But Faramir you know that that is not my fate."

He nodded earnestly, wanting to convince her that he did want her to stay with them. And he did, for deep down in his heart he had grown to love her, more than friendship would allow him to. But he was unsure of how she felt so he kept his feelings to himself.

Legolas grinned as he watched Faramir talk quietly with Tithe. It seemed as though they were made for each other but they didn't realise it yet. It was the way Aragorn and Arwen had looked when they had first admitted their feelings for each other. Although he wasn't there, he had heard all the stories from Elladan when he had travelled to Mirkwood to speak with Thanduril with a message from Elrond. Legolas had known Estel for years, ever since his mother had brought him to Rivendell, just after his father had been killed, for safety and protection. He had meet him the year later, when Estel was only 3, still a child but something about him struck Legolas, he didn't scream and run around as any other small child would, he was quiet and thoughtful, preferring to read rather that run about outside.

He looked round the Fellowship and caught Boromir's eye. They shared a smile and a secret. Faramir, although extremely close to his brother, had uttered no word of his feelings but Legolas could tell that Boromir knew them anyway. Suddenly he felt closer to the man, both of them knowing something that even Estel hadn't seen.

Aragorn came over to Legolas and stood by the elf's ear.

"And what do you think of Tithe joining us?"

"I see no point in refusing her claim to come. I think it will help the group."

"You had a part in her plot then?"

"Her plot? Was someone involved?"

"Boromir."

"Really? He didn't strike me as the type to allow a female to come on this trip."

"He knows someone who would benefit of her coming with us."

"Really?" Legolas would not say anything else on the matter though Aragorn tried to get him to tell.

"No Estel work it out for yourself."

"But I know and I was wondering if he had confided in you. You two are very close and good friends."

"Well he has said nothing to me. Does that satisfy you?"

"Hmm it will have to do."

So the Fellowship had grown to 11. The Hobbits welcomed Tithe into the group, making room for her beside them at the fire and telling her stories of the Shire as they walked. In return she told them tales of the other worlds she had been to-what she could remember of them anyway. Whenever they could drag her from the Hobbits, Aragorn, Faramir and Boromir would sit and talk to her, Legolas joining in occasionally. Gimli would only really talk to Gandalf or sometimes Aragorn; he kept himself to himself mostly, though if encouraged round the camp fire he would proudly tell them all tales of the great deeds of the dwarves in days gone by. The night was always the best part of the day. The food, always cooked by Sam with occasional help from Aragorn, was hot, making a change from the rest of the day. Tales and songs would be told or sung round the fire and everyone was happy and for a couple of hours, they could forget their journey and the evil outside their little ring of people.

The weather began to change, slowly but surely. Although the sun still shone, it was not as warm anymore. The warmth of autumn was giving way to the coolness of winter. The days grew shorter and extra layers of clothing had started to be put on. Now the fire at night was not only for light but for warmth as well. If you were on watch blankets would shroud you and you would stay as close as you could to the dying fire. The Hobbits had begun to take watches in twos, Merry and Pippin or Frodo and Sam. Sometimes Boromir and Aragorn would take double watches together and Faramir would accompany Tithe for he still wasn't keen for her to sit up alone even though he had his own watches as well.

Legolas and Boromir had exchanged knowing glances at this, though they had gone unnoticed by either Tithe or Faramir. If they were talking to one another everyone else would just disappear and it seemed they still didn't realise their feelings for one another. Faramir knew he had begun to really like Tithe and he wanted to spend more time with her but he wasn't sure if she felt the same. Tithe, on the other hand, had known she had feelings for Faramir when she had managed to question herself on why she so badly wanted to go with Fellowship apart from trying to save Boromir's life.

The days passed in quick succession, slipping before the Fellowship's eyes. The mountains grew steadily closer though they would be passing through them and not climbing over them. But one day this all changed and the peace was shattered. After climbing a particular nasty set of rocks Gandalf had allowed for them to take a small break. He sat smoking his pipe in silence, brooding and thinking. Legolas was keeping a vigilant watch over the surrounding land and sky. Sam had cooked some food and was handing Frodo a plate. Gimli was muttering to himself and Gandalf. Tithe and Faramir were sitting talking on a rock and Boromir was giving sword lessons to Merry and Pippin while Aragorn looked on, adding his own comments occasionally.

Legolas had suddenly moved from his statue like pose and had run towards the way forward. He searched the sky with his keen eyes for the noise his ears had heard. Gandalf looked up from his conversation with Gimli, his brow furrowing slightly. Also at that point, Merry and Pippin had managed to tackle Boromir to the ground. How they had, they didn't quite know, but they were taking no chances with the Man escaping by climbing on his chest. Aragorn looked on in laughter. Sam had seen that Legolas was looking keenly in the distance. Even to his keen Hobbit eyes the sky looked clear except for a wisp of black cloud.

"What is it!" He asked. Legolas didn't reply. Gimli did instead.

"Nothing, it's just a wisp of cloud."

Sam didn't look to sure but he wasn't going to tell Gimli that he thought otherwise for 2 reasons. Sam was after all only a Hobbit and he wasn't very good at all with a sword and Gimli was a stout dwarf who had 4 axes which he could use very well. Also Gimli didn't take to well to being told he was wrong. So Sam stayed silent. Boromir did not.

"It's moving fast," he noted, "against the wind." Indeed the wisp of cloud was getting nearer and fast. Something then clicked in Legolas' brain and he understood.

"Crebain from Dunland!" he yelled to the group.

"Quick, hide!" Aragorn took charge, pulling Sam and Frodo under a bush. Boromir did the same with Merry and Pippin. Gimli and Gandalf took cover quickly and Legolas disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Faramir grabbed Tithe and their stuff and pulled her under the rock they were sitting on. Her heart was pounding as the birds flew overhead noisily. They circled once before heading back south. Only when they had gone did Tithe realise she was pressed close to Faramir's chest. She could feel his heart beating and if she looked up at the base of his neck she could see his pulse beating wildly. Moving up the rest of his neck and up into his face she was captured by his grey eyes, locked in his gaze. She stopped breathing. The moment stretched out with neither moving, they heard nothing except the beatings of the other's hearts, they saw nothing but the other and they felt nothing but the closeness of their 2 bodies. Faramir wrapped his arms round her waist and pulled her close as she reached up to close the small distance between their lips. Tithe's heart also stopped and her eyes closed on their own accord as Faramir's warm breath brushed her face as his mouth drew closer. Just before their mouths met a voice broke their bubble.

"Faramir, Tithe, come we must go." Boromir was calling for them.

At this Tithe's eyes flew open and she scrambled off Faramir's chest and was gone. Faramir groaned to himself, certain he had lost her for good now. Reluctantly he pulled himself up and rejoined the group though when he glanced over at Tithe she looked away quickly. It almost broke his heart. Boromir was talking to Legolas and Aragorn was busy so Faramir took up residence at the rear of the group. His thoughts ran in circles round his brain, making him feel almost dizzy. Why oh why had he let himself get carried away in the heat of the moment? He had just ruined a perfectly good friendship and for what? A kiss? No he hadn't even got that, he though remorsefully. Sighing he tripped over a stone and would have fallen had it not been for his brother coming to his rescue.

"Careful Faramir. You will be no use to anyone with a sprained ankle."

Faramir regained his footing and looked up at the path they were taking.

"Caradhras. Must we take it again? Once was enough if you ask me."

"It is Gandalf's decision. The passage south is being watched. He chose the mountain. We must follow our leader."

Faramir agreed and focused on his feet and the path he was walking on, hoping his brother would not ask why he seemed so glum and non-talkative. Alas hope was not with him.

"Faramir what is the matter? You and Tithe, you are not speaking. Have you had an argument?

Faramir looked up at his brother. Boromir's jade eyes were full of confusion and concern. He sighed again. He couldn't not tell his brother, it was near impossible to keep anything from Boromir.

"No Boromir. We did not have an argument but I fear our friendship has finished. She may or may not know it but," he searched for the right word, "but I love her. When we were hiding I tried to kiss her, but she pulled away and ran from me when you called on us. I do not know where I stand with her now."

So he had guessed right. Boromir had seen Tithe run from a rock and Boromir had taken a guess as to what had happened. He glanced at Legolas, who was watching them, and gave a quick nod. Legolas walked off immediately in Tithe's direction. Boromir turned back to his brother.

"Do not fret, little brother, everything will work out. But for now you must get your brain into gear because we have a long trip ahead of us and I fear the Hobbits may need our help during some of it."

Faramir nodded and straightened his back before stepping up the pace to catch up with Sam who he engaged in a lively conversation about cooking. Boromir smiled. Everything would be fine now, if Legolas had completed his own mission. A glance in the elf's direction assured Boromir and he moved on to talk to Aragorn. Tithe was walking alone, with only her thoughts for company. It was not that she was being ignored deliberately, on the contrary, Merry and Pippin had tried to engage her in conversation but she had walked away, not hearing them.

The others had left her to herself, knowing she would come out of her mood when she was ready.

Tithe was glad. She was confused, utterly and completely confused. She had loved Faramir, heck she still did. But then why had she run from him when Boromir called their names? She had wanted to kiss him, she really had, but something had stopped her. And she didn't know what. Glancing back at Faramir, she couldn't help but smile as he laughed and joked with the Hobbits. Her heart flipped over at the sight of him, his copper curls, warm smile and emotional eyes. She kicked a stone in her frustration. Why hadn't she kissed him? She wanted to now but she couldn't. Would he ever be friends with her now? He probably hated her. She turned in dismay, just missing Faramir looking over at her, sadness on his face.

Meanwhile Aragorn was trying to get a secret out of Boromir, which was proving rather difficult as the Man of Gondor was very stubborn.

"Please tell me?"

Boromir shook his head firmly.

"No Aragorn. I'm not going to tell you, however much you beg."

"Well at least tell me what it's about. Come on that's not giving it away. Does anyone else know? Please."

Boromir laughed.

"It involves people here and one other knows about it."

"Aha, then I know what your on about."

"What! How do you know? Who told you?"

"Ah now that would be telling and I was worn to secrecy." Aragorn grinned wickedly.

He had turned the tables on Boromir and had him right where he wanted him. Boromir was muttering under his breath and Aragorn strained to hear what he was saying. Something about swearing not to tell a soul.

"I'll tell you what Boromir. I'll make you a deal. You tell me your secret and I will tell you mine. If we both have the same secret then neither of us loses but if we don't we each gain a secret. Fair?"

"I think you should tell your secret first."

"But how do I know you will tell me? I may be conned out of telling my secret while you keep yours…well…secret."

"A Man of Gondor never goes back on his word!" Boromir stated angrily.

Aragorn had hit a nerve.

"Very well. I never really doubted you Boromir. I was just playing with you. Come here and I will tell you my secret." Boromir moved closer, in case any stray Hobbits, dwarves or elves were listening. He listened intently as Aragorn whispered in his ear.

"Is it that obvious?"

Aragorn nodded.

"Oh well, never mind. Legolas and I have a plan. It happens tonight. Just go along with what I say and everyone should be a happy in the morning. I hope."

"Everything will go to plan. Don't worry. Now tell me this plan." They walked off together, deep in discussion.

The Fellowship climbed all day and well into the evening before Gandalf and Aragorn found a site they both liked. No one was in a particular chatty mood so after a quick meal the Hobbits flopped. Gandalf called for Faramir and Tithe to take the first watch for he wanted 2 to be on watch tonight. Aragorn and Boromir would follow with Legolas and Gimli after them. Faramir looked to Gandalf to plead against his watch but on seeing the look on the wizard's face, turned away and accepted his fate. Soon everyone was asleep and he was still on the other side of camp, as far away from Tithe as he could be.

She was sitting on a rock near the mouth of the cave they were resting in, sheltered from the wind. He would have to talk to her eventually so now looked like a good time as any. Picking his way across the bodies on the floor he perched cautiously on the other side of the rock. Taking a deep breath he launched into his speech, not giving Tithe a chance to interrupt him.

"Tithe I'm sorry. I'm sorry I tried to kiss you. I don't blame you for running away. I didn't mean to ruin our friendship and I hope that I can get it back again. It's just that I really like you, love you I mean. I really do. But I hope we can be friends, even if you don't feel the same way." He didn't look at her, choosing his hands instead.

Tithe was stunned. He loved her? He wanted to be friends? Why not anything more? But her heart was filled with joy, so she hadn't ruined everything. Faramir turned to her.

"So what do you say? Can we still be friends?"

Tithe thought for a moment.

"No," she said slowly but hurried when Faramir made to leave. "Wait, wait. Let me finish. I don't think we can just be friends Faramir because I love you too. I thought I had ruined our friendship and that you would never like me again. And I'm so happy right now I feel I might burst!"

Faramir's mouth dropped open. He stared at her for a few minutes, his brain trying to get round what she had just told him. At last he managed to speak. Or try to.

"Uh…well," He swallowed and tried again. "So could we try again? And forgot all that has just happened?"

"Of course. But how about that kiss? Can we try that again?" Her cheeks flushed slightly.

Faramir grinned.

"Of course. I would like nothing better." He edged slowly closer to her. A breeze had picked up and had managed to steal its way into the cave and a lock of hair fell over her eyes. She moved to brush it away but Faramir beat her to it. His fingers trailed down her cheek, cupping her face. His mouth moved closer to and their lips met in love's first kiss.

Boromir woke suddenly and looked to the edge of the camp. He smiled at the sight of Faramir and Tithe. He nudged Aragorn in the side who woke sleepily.

"Huh?" came the intelligent question.

"Look." Boromir told him, pointing at the 2 lovers.

Aragorn smiled. So they had both got what their hearts desired. True love. And, to Aragorn, it couldn't have happened to nicer people. Now there was only one more person to suss out. Boromir. They had become close friends but Aragorn still felt there was more to it that he was letting on. He studied his friend out of the corner of his eye, while Boromir watched his brother. There was a sort of longing in his eyes. A longing for love, not with Tithe, but for someone. Did he know that someone he loved or was he still searching? Or could it be that he was still longing for Sendil? She had been gone for 2 months now and Aragorn knew Boromir still grieved for her.

It was true that Boromir was thinking about Sendil. He was remembering the past, how they had shared their first kiss, one night under the stars. It had happened one night after a hard day with his father. Faramir had been away for a few nights so Boromir had not been able to confide in him. Instead he had gone up to the top of the tower, to look out over Gondor under the beauty of moonlight. And it had looked beautiful. But Sendil had looked even more beautiful. She shone brighter than starlight and moonlight together. She took Boromir's breath away. It had been then he had confessed his love to her, his heart only revealing it's self to Boromir truly at that moment. He had taken her into her arms and kissed her.

When he woke in the morning, he found she also shone brighter than the morning sun and her voice was sweeter than the birds singing in the trees. He knew then that he had fallen at that point, deep into an abyss, whose fall would not kill him, only make him stronger. And to know she loved him made life worth living for. It wasn't all about fighting orcs and keeping Sauron at bay or ruling Gondor and Minas Tirith, a little beauty had managed to come at a time of darkness and she brightened Boromir's day. Now she was gone and shadow had crept back into his heart. Just a little at a time until it was to big a piece to remove. The shadow hadn't grown that big yet but it had gone undetected by Boromir and everyone else. It would take time to remove. Something he didn't really have at the moment.

Faramir couldn't believe what was happening to him. He was sitting, kissing the woman he loved and knew she loved him back. His hand moved to stroke her hair, as his mind struggled to understand just how he had got so lucky. He pulled away from Tithe for a moment and just stared at her.

"What?" she asked him.

"Nothing. I'm still trying to believe it that's all. And I wanted to see how beautiful you are."

She blushed under his gaze and turned to look out at the moon.

"You know, if there wasn't a storm brewing, this night would be perfect."

"To me it's perfect all ready." He said before leaning back into kiss her again. She moved closer to him, shivering slightly for the breeze had picked up. He felt her shiver and pulled back.

"Are you cold? Do you want to go back inside? The storm will be starting soon."

She nodded and they headed in.

Boromir and Aragorn were still awake. Boromir had an idea.

"Aragorn, maybe we should take the rest of their watch and ours. I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight. What do you think?"

"And give them a little time alone? Yes okay."

They got up, wrapping blankets around themselves.

"Faramir? Are you there?" Boromir went to talk to his brother while Aragorn poked the fire back into life. Faramir and Tithe passed him by, nodding in his direction, both smiling and holding hands. Really, Aragorn thought, if it wasn't so lightening to the heart to see 2 people in love, it would be quite sickening. Boromir came back just then, arms full with a little dry wood he had found sheltered behind a rock. A small flame had started and they kept a close eye on it, in case it went out. The storm brewed quickly and a fierce wind replaced the gentle breeze of before. Unfortunately the wind was blowing in their direction. Snow started to build up at Boromir's feet.

"If anything does come tonight, we won't be able to see it until its right on top of us!" Boromir stated to Aragorn.

When the ranger did not reply Boromir looked round. The days of no sleep had caught up with Aragorn. His head had fallen forward onto his chest and his dark hair hung round his face like a curtain. Boromir knelt in front of him, pulling apart the hair. The eyes were shut and his face was relaxed in sleep. Boromir didn't want to wake him so he picked him up and laid him on his bed-roll. Meanwhile, he went back to watch over his friends. 4 hours later, he was still sitting there. Looking outside to the storm he tried to determine roughly what time it was. He had no chance, the snow and wind made it impossible, not to mention the layer of black cloud after that. Luckily Gandalf woke at that moment. He got up and crossed to receive what little heat the fire was giving off.

"Are Legolas and Gimli not in watch? Have you sat here the whole night?" Gandalf queried.

"Not all of the night. I took up earlier from Faramir and Tithe's watch, Aragorn fell asleep during our watch so I put him to bed and I couldn't sleep even if I tried so I stayed up. It gave me a chance to think some things through so the time was not wasted. And I found some more wood so perhaps we can get a warm breakfast today? I think we all need it to face this weather."

Gandalf chuckled at his blatant hinting. "We shall see. Now if you would raise Faramir, Tithe and Aragorn I shall do the others." He moved away to the left of the cave while Boromir took the right. He moved cautiously over to his brother's bed, not wanting to embarrass him or Tithe further. All was safe. Nudging Faramir with his toe he shook Aragorn, then went back to care for the rather temperamental fire. Sam was soon up and about, gathering food and preparing it with Boromir's help. One by one the Fellowship crawled out from the warmth of their beds and received, courtesy of Sam, a plate of hot food, which was devoured immediately.

It was still early, only a couple of hours after dawn, when everyone was ready to go. The storm raged outside and the Hobbits looked pleadingly at Gandalf, but the wizard's mind was set- they were going up the mountain.

As soon as they stepped out of the cave, the strength of the wind nearly knocked them over. Aragorn glanced at Boromir, who nodded, understanding. They both took up positions, either side of the Hobbits, the others, apart from Gandalf, followed suit. It only partially shielded the hobbits from the cruel wind but it gave them a little more safety. All too soon that arrangement came to an end. The snow piled up, reaching waist height on Aragorn, the tallest member of the fellowship. Also the broad pathway gave way to a small ledge, big enough for only one person at a time. There was no way the hobbits would make it without a little help so there was only one choice. Boromir scooped up Merry and Pippin who clung to him with all their strength, while Aragorn took Frodo and Sam. This wasn't such a bad idea as Boromir soon discovered, although there was a little extra weight, their little bodies kept him a little warmer.

He struggled on through the make shift path Gandalf had made with his staff and cursed the elves and their light footing as Legolas walked past on top of the snow, showing no sign of discomfort. All Legolas got were evil glares from the rest of the Fellowship as he passed. But he kept them informed of the upcoming road so it wasn't all bad. But the weather didn't let up. Legolas listened intently to the howling wind.

"There is a voice in the air!" he exclaimed. Gandalf stopped pushing aside the snow and listened for a second.

"It's Saruman!"

At that point a bolt of lightening hit the mountain side above them end sent a cascade of rocks down. The Fellowship threw themselves against the wall of the ledge as the rocks bounced down past them. Boromir looked round behind him to check everyone was safe. Gimli was grumbling, a sure sign he was unhurt, and Faramir was checking Tithe. Aragorn had started up an argument with Gandalf, telling him to get off the mountain before Saruman ended up killing them. But Gandalf was a stubborn wizard and climbed up onto the snow and, holding up his staff, started to try and beat Saruman. But the White Wizard was stronger. Sending another bolt of lightening, an avalanche of snow came tumbling down on top of the Fellowship.

This time the ledge couldn't protect them. Legolas only just managed to pull Gandalf out of the way before he was swept off down the mountain. The snow went over their heads and a moment of panic took hold of Boromir. He was buried alive, he couldn't escape. Only the thought of Merry and Pippin brought him back to life. He shook his head clear of the snow before pulling out the Hobbits and brushing snow out of their hair, like a father would do. He was fond of the little beings who had taken to following him around doggedly, asking many questions about Minas Tirith and his life there and his family. He answered them willingly, proud to talk of his homeland, though he did not speak of his father. The Hobbits hadn't pushed the matter.

After pulling Gimli out of the snow, he turned to Gandalf and Aragorn. Gandalf was giving Frodo the decision. He called out, hoping to sway Frodo.

"This will be the death of the Hobbits!"

Frodo decided. They would take the Mines of Moria. At least Gimli seemed happy. Gandalf did not look pleased but he accepted the Hobbit's decision and even Aragorn looked doubtful. But Boromir was just glad to be getting off the mountain. As soon as they turned and started heading back, the weather began to quieten. By the end of the day, they had reached the bottom of Caradhras. There they stopped and settled down to sleep. Gandalf took watch all night. Before sleep claimed him, Boromir saw Faramir kiss Tithe goodnight and he smiled. Love could come at any time and conquer all.

The next day was spent walking the rest of the way to the Mines of Moria. They reached the entrance just as evening was approaching. The next task was trying to open the door. While Gandalf tried many different passwords, Frodo sat dejectedly on a rock, the quest was beginning to wear him down and only in the company of his fellow Hobbits would he return to being Frodo of the Shire. Sam and Aragorn were unloading Bill and splitting up the weight loads. Bill was to be sent back home. Gimli was telling stories about the greatness of the dwarves and of the Mines to anyone who was listening. At that point Merry and Pippin were listening to him with half an ear but Boromir was keeping an eye on them as they seemed to be plotting something. For once Faramir was not talking to Tithe; he was deep in discussion with Legolas. Tithe was sitting on her own, staring out into the water. Boromir went over to her.

"Tithe, are you okay? You just seem to be staring into space."

"Oh no, I'm fine Boromir. I'm just thinking."

"About Faramir I guess."

She smiled but did not answer. Her thoughts, in fact, did not lie with Faramir but with his brother, the very man sitting next to her. She had been so entranced by Faramir over the last couple of days that she had completely forgotten the task at hand. Saving Boromir. Now seemed like a good time to explore Boromir's thoughts.

"But how are you Boromir?"

"Me?" He looked surprised. "Well I'm fine, I guess. Why do you ask? Does it look like something's wrong?"

"Of course not. But I haven't talked to you in a while. I'm just curious, about you."

He looked warily at her.

"Why me? Why not Faramir?"

Tithe cottoned onto what he was saying.

"Boromir, I'm not going to make a move on you. I would never cheat on him, especially not with his own brother. What do you think I am?"

"I am sorry Tithe. I did not mean to doubt you. It's just, life has been harsh lately and I am finding it hard to learn how to trust people again after…" he trailed off, his shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Hey, want to talk about it? I'm a great listener."

He shifted on his rock.

"Well, there was the whole thing with my father. You don't know about it do you?" She shook her head. "My father is the Steward of Gondor and as I am his heir he wanted me to marry a woman of high importance. But I had fallen in love with Sendil. She was a childhood friend of Faramir's, one of his nurse's daughters. Anyway I came back to Minas Tirith after being away for a while and she was beautiful. I fell in love though I didn't tell her for many years. I kept her a secret, even from Faramir, but of course I had to tell sometime and one day I did. Proclaimed my love for her in front of the people of Minas Tirith, its Steward and my own brother. My father was disgusted. He took me back to his chambers to discuss this whore as he called her but he ended up abusing me. Broke my nose, bruised my face, made me bleed. My own father. I thought he loved me."

Boromir stopped, trying to control the emotions coursing through him, trying not to cry. He took a deep breath and continued.

"I stood up and faced him, I never hit him back, I never would, and I told him he would not get away with this. And I left him. I went to find Sendil and Faramir. I was leaving Minas Tirith, leaving Gondor. They came with me, I did not ask them to but they did. But word got out and as we reached the first gate a huge crowd had gathered. And my father came. He was shocked at my face, asked me who had done such a thing to his own son, never realised it had been him. The talk turned to argument. I do not wish to relive it again. I do not wish to talk about it. I am sorry."

"Sorry? Whatever for? I am proud and honoured that you confided so much personal emotions in me. You do not have to tell me anything you do not wish to." She hesitated. "But, if you would tell me 2 more things? How did Sendil die? And where did you meet Legolas and Aragorn?"

"A troop of orcs. We were camping for the night and I went ahead to scout the land; make sure we were going the right way. I heard a scream and the clash of swords. I ran back but I was too late to save her. She died in my arms. I killed her. I should have been there to stop them. But I wasn't. I had failed both of us. We had met Legolas and Aragorn the day before. They had followed the orc tracks and found us. They helped Faramir kill the rest of the orcs while I held Sendil in my arms. We buried her the next day, but I couldn't do it, I couldn't. I wasn't strong enough even to bury her. I was weak, I still am, a coward."

"No! Boromir don't be so stupid. You are not a coward; nothing could be so far from the truth."

"You lie! You know I am a coward. You would be able to bury your lover, send him off to live in peace, yet I was selfish and cowardly, I could not do even that. Do not try and convince me otherwise. It is the truth."

"No! Boromir look at me."

She tried to grab his face, to make him see the truth, but the Man was to strong for her. He just stared at the floor, trying to fight back the tears that once again threatened to fall. Tithe looked round in desperation. She needed to convince Boromir but nothing she was doing was working. His thoughts would stay in darkness until he had been convinced otherwise. She looked over to Faramir and was about to go and speak to him when Aragorn came over.

"Tithe is there anything the matter?"

She pulled him away from the other man to speak to him. "It is Boromir. He blames himself for Sendil's death, that is what is troubling him and his heart. I have tried to convince him otherwise but he will not listen to me. Please Aragorn, you must make him see the truth. Or he will fall."

"Fall? What do you mean?"

"Please Aragorn, do not ask questions. You must go to Boromir."

Aragorn nodded, before turning and to Boromir. Tithe left the pair alone. Aragorn sat down beside Boromir and looked over at the Gondorian. His head was in his hands, with his elbows resting on his knees.

"Boromir. All is not well with you. Will you tell me what is troubling you?"

"Aragorn, you already know. Tithe has told you. Do not mess around with me. I am not stupid."

"But Boromir you are! You blame yourself for Sendil's death when it was clearly not your fault. No one could have known of the orcs roaming so freely through Gondor and Rohan. Evil is at work and even you cannot stop it. Legolas himself did not even sense the orcs; there is no hope that you could have. Stop blaming yourself you stupid Gondorian brickhead!"

Aragorn stopped in shock at what he had just called Boromir. He hadn't meant to insult him but Boromir's resistance was grating on his nerves. Boromir slowly lifted his eyes to meet Aragorn's.

"What did you call me?"

"Boromir I meant no off…"

"What did you call me?"

"Boromir, please…"

"Aragorn, in the name of the Valour will you just tell me what you called me!"

Aragorn mumbled something.

"Speak up. I can't hear you."

"I said I called you a stupid Gondorian brickhead. Look Boromir I am sorry, I nerve meant to insult you."

But Boromir was paying no attention, instead he looked out to the water and mumbled to himself.

"A Gondorian brickhead. She used to call me that." He turned to Aragorn. "How did you know? How did you know to call me that?"

"I didn't know. It just came into my head and out of my mouth of its on accord. Why?"

"She used to call me that when I was being stubborn or stupid or both. That would always make me think things over once again. She is here with me, watching over us."

Aragorn had no idea what to say so he kept silent. He watched Boromir out of the corner of his eye. The Man seemed to be doing some deep thinking, arguing with himself. At last he made a decision.

"You really don't think she would have blamed me?"

"Of course not Boromir! She loved you, with all her heart and soul. Why would she want to inflict pain on you when she would know what pain was already burdened on you? Come Boromir, please, use your head."

"Ah but Aragorn, my head is a brick! I cannot use it!"

Aragorn laughed at the joke that Boromir made and his mood lightened as Boromir came back to himself. The group would be much pleasanter now. He looked over to Tithe and smiled. Her face cracked into a grin and her step was lighter. Faramir had noticed the three of them talking and had excused himself from Legolas.

"Tithe what were you talking to Boromir about?"

"It is not important anymore, the shadow from his heart has passed."

"He had shadow in his heart? Why did he not tell me? What was it?"

"Well shadow had crept back into his heart after the death of Sendil. He blamed himself for her death. He has had trouble dealing with it. He did not want to burden anyone else with his problems; he felt he had no right."

"But why didn't he come to me? I am his own brother. We share everything. We always have."

"Faramir, he was happy for you, for finding happiness. He did not want to ruin it for you. He knows how special love can be and how happy people can feel. Yes you are his brother but even some things are to near to someone to share with others. You had to bury Sendil and he felt that he was a coward, that he was not strong enough. He was never going to admit that to you, when for so long you needed his strength and courage, more than life it's self. He loves you to dearly Faramir to do that."

"I know, I know. It is one of his faults. He is closer to me than anyone else in so many ways, yet he keeps so much from me."

"Don't be upset Faramir. He knows he an always count on you. He will be there for you as you will be there for him."

She smiled at him and slipped her hand in his. He leant forward and kissed her tenderly, not caring if anyone was watching them. But at that moment the door opened. Frodo had solved the puzzle and everyone gathered their belongings and hurried inside. Gimli was telling Legolas about how he could enjoy the famous hospitality of the dwarves as Gandalf lit his staff and looked round the cavern.

"…and they call it a mine! A mine!" Gimli snorted at the idea of his family's home being called a mine.

"This is no mine, it's a tomb!" Boromir looked around him, at the mass of dwarf bodies lying at his feet, arrows protruding their bodies. The Hobbits gasped out loud and shuffled together while Legolas darted forward to assess the arrows.

"Goblins!"

He drew his bow and arrows while Aragorn and Boromir unsheathed their swords quickly. Faramir looked in horror at the massacre around him. Luckily Boromir showed why he was Captain of the Tower Guard and took charge.

"We should never have come here. We make for the Gap of Rohan. Get out, get out."

But no one had the chance to move as Frodo was caught by the leg and pulled back out into the water. The rest of the Hobbits ran after him. Sam slashed and cut at the leg that promised to pull Frodo underwater if it wasn't for Merry and Pippin holding him onto the ground. At last his small sword met flesh and the leg was cut. It disappeared back under water and all was quiet for a moment. Suddenly a dozen legs flew out of the water, knocking Merry, Pippin and Sam backwards while pulling Frodo away from them and up into the air.

"Strider!" Sam yelled.

Aragorn turned at the sound of the Hobbit and rushed out, followed by Boromir and Faramir. Legolas stayed on the shore, shooting arrows at the great beast. The Men hacked and slashed at the seemingly hundreds of tentacles, sometimes connecting but mostly missing. But Aragorn got lucky and cut the leg holding Frodo up in the air. The Hobbit fell towards the water but was caught by Boromir who turned immediately and ran with him towards shore. Gandalf was already ushering the rest of the Hobbits and Tithe into the mines for safety.

"Legolas!" Boromir called for the elf's expert aim in stopping, or a least holding back, the monster so they could run into the Mines.

Placing Frodo on dry land Boromir shoved the Hobbit away from danger, while slashing fiercely at the legs that still threatened to pull them all under water and into certain death. They reached the safety of the Mines but the Watcher at the Gate followed and proceeded to pull down the doors. Aragorn only got through by a hairs-breadth. As Gandalf lit his staff again and told them they would have to face the long dark of Moria, Boromir threw a dark look at Aragorn, who only shouldered his pack and smiled grimly at him.

Aragorn didn't have a good feeling about this. He had crossed the Mines before and wasn't looking forward to doing so again. He looked towards the small light that Gandalf's staff gave off, keeping his senses alert. The Hobbits trudged on before him, keeping as close to Gandalf as they could. They obviously felt something themselves.

The Fellowship walked for many hours, often stumbling for Gandalf's staff did not give off much light. Legolas seemed to dislike the dark and instead of distancing himself from the company like usual, he kept close, often aiding the Hobbits, hoping to disperse the Shadow that was steadily growing. After climbing a particularly hard stair case (that to Pippin seemed almost vertical) Gandalf looked around him. 3 passage ways stood before him, one offering freedom to outside air, and the other 2 holding paths to confuse him until they all died of starvation or by other means. He stopped and slowed, his mind racing, eyes searching for clues. But he found none.

"I have no memory of this place."

A gloom settled on everyone's hearts. Settling his heavy pack on the ground, Faramir looked round for somewhere vaguely comfortable to sit. He found nothing. Everything was rock, rock and more rock. Tithe followed him over and sat down, not caring if the ground was hard, just glad of a rest. Faramir sat down beside her and she rested her head on his shoulder. He was warm and his familiar smell comforted her.

"You're tired aren't you?"

"Yes, why did I come again?" She sighed against his shoulder.

"I never quite found that out. Care to tell me?"

"Not right now I don't."

He laughed and moved so she was sitting between his legs, her head leaning back against his chest.

"Try and get a little sleep then. I'll wake you when we move again." He stroked her hair and wound his arms around her waist, rocking her gently. Her eyes grew heavy and sleep was coming upon her. She felt the softness of Faramir's lips on her cheek before she slipped away, into her own world.

Aragorn sat down beside Boromir but the Gondorian was reluctant to talk. He sat looking out into the dark expanse of Moria, ignoring the Ranger beside him. Aragorn sighed, maybe he had just made him worse.

"Boromir have I done anything to upset you?"

"Hm?" Boromir turned to him, dragging himself out of his thoughts. "Sorry Aragorn, I wasn't listening. What did you say?"

"I noticed you weren't listening. I said have I done anything to upset you? You seemed to be ignoring me."

"I didn't mean to ignore you intentionally, I was just thinking."

"You mean using your brain? That must be a first."

Boromir growled. "Be careful Aragorn. May I remind you that you are sitting beside a very deep pit and that with one simple push you will fall and be gone forever." He grinned wickedly. Aragorn backed off in a hurry while Boromir laughed to himself.

"You needn't fear Aragorn, I would not push the future King of Gondor deep into the Mines of Moria, unless I had good reason to. But then again, insulting my intelligence could be a good reason."

"You would push me off into a bottom less pit? I feel insulted myself, that my so called friend would push me off a bottomless pit!"

"I never said I would push you off this pit, I just said that I would be careful if I was you! Do not twist my words!"

"Okay, okay I think we had better change this subject, as one of us may get hurt. So what were you thinking about?"

"Why do you want to know? Why do you care?"

Boromir looked over at Aragorn. Something wasn't right. Why would the King of Gondor want to know about him? He was going to rule over Boromir that was that, there was nothing he could do about it. Aragorn looked blank.

"Why do I care?"

"Yes, why do you care? I'm nothing to you. I don't understand."

"Boromir am I missing something here? I thought we were friends or what did those months of talking meant to you? You don't understand? Well neither do I!"

Boromir's shoulders slumped and his head fell into his hands, his fingers pulling at his blonde hair, emerald eyes shut in despair and confusion.

"I'm sorry Aragorn. I am in a black mood tonight. Everything is piling up onto me and it's finally getting to me. I am confused. You must excuse my behaviour and ignore it for the time being. When I fully understand, believe me I will tell you. Please, may we change this subject as well?"

"Of course. We shall have to move on soon. I don't like these Mines. They have a darkness about them that isn't just from lack of light."

Boromir nodded his agreement before looking round the group. The Hobbits sat together, Pippin complaining, as usual, that he was hungry. Legolas was not sitting, instead standing tall, using his ears as his eyes were blinded, keeping a steady vigil over them. Gimli sat with his head bowed in mourning, fingering his axe and Boromir could only guess at the thoughts running through his head. Most likely about what he would do if he ever got his hands (or axe) on those murdering goblins and orcs. Frodo sat beside Gandalf, his eyes staring out into nothing.

Boromir knew the Ring was wearing on him. He found the Ring a temptation also, it whispered to him, telling him of the great things it could do. And though mostly he resisted it, sometimes, just sometimes, it tugged at him, and he had to leave the company for a breath of fresh air and to clear his head. He stayed away from Frodo, though not so much that it was blatantly obvious. He turned to no-one with his problem: found he couldn't turn to anyone even if he wanted to. His own brother? To burden him with his problems? He couldn't do that. He had always been the strong one, the one to stand up to his father, the one that had kept strong after his mother's death, the one strong warrior from Gondor. No, again he couldn't turn to his brother. He loved him too dearly.

Tithe? She was close to him but she was still a stranger, she didn't know him and his pride still won first place.

Aragorn? No he couldn't to that either. Turn to his future King? I think not. No matter how much he seemed to care for Boromir. Though he seemed to suspect something, he would often join Boromir when he left the company for a breather and if he saw Boromir with Frodo alone he would come over and 'rescue' him.

And Boromir wasn't close enough to the wizard, elf, dwarf or any of the Hobbits. So he was alone, and he knew it. The Ring festered on this and Boromir knew the Mines would not be an easy journey.

At last there was movement from Gandalf and the company were off. Down through mines, across black ledges and round deep shafts. The darkness seemed to grow the deeper they got, if that was possible. They reached what looked like a large black hole and Gandalf stopped again. Boromir suppressed a groan. But Gandalf wasn't lost; he was merely getting a little more light in his staff to show the Fellowship the magnificence of the Dwarf Halls. They were enormous.

Faramir started around him in wonder. He had seen some sights in his time, but this took his breath away. The stone pillars seemed to stretch up forever into the blackness, as if they rose out of the ground above them. Even Legolas looked vaguely impressed. They continued on, their footsteps echoing round the great cavern. A thin beam of light cast its rays into a small side room, where a tomb lay. Gimli cried out and, ignoring Gandalf's warning, ran to it. His cousin lay there, dead. The dwarf bowed his head again as the rest of the company piled in.

Gandalf noticed a book, still in the hands of a dead dwarf. He pulled it out and dusted it down, before beginning to read.

The clash of metal on stone startled everyone. The head, then the body of a skeleton, followed by a bucket toppled down into the depths of Moria. Pippin hung his head as everyone listened for a minute. Everything was quiet and Aragorn breathed a sigh of relief. Gandalf turned on Pippin, his eyes blazing.

"Fool of Took! Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity."

He snatched back his staff and hat and made to leave when a faint drumming noise stopped him. It grew louder with every beat. It echoed round the small chamber and shrieks were heard from outside. Boromir ran to the door and looked out, before jerking his head back in, having narrowly missed being beheaded by 2 arrows as they embedded themselves in the door beside him. He hurriedly began to shut it, Aragorn coming to his aid.

"They have a cave troll!"

Aragorn raised an eyebrow at his comment before turning back to trying to secure the door. Legolas threw them old weapons to brace it with, while Faramir and Gandalf stayed close to Tithe and the Hobbits. Gimli stood on his cousin's tomb, growling into his beard and wielding his axe. At the front stood Boromir, Legolas and Aragorn, Boromir swung his sword easily in his hand, with his shield in the other. Aragorn and Legolas both had their bows and arrows out, aiming at the door. The orcs had reached the door and were now beating it with all their strength but the old door stood strong. Axes and other foul orkish weapons hacked away at it.

As the first big enough opening was carved out, Legolas fired his first arrow. It was a direct hit, judging by the shriek of pain from the other side. Aragorn let loose his arrow moments before the door gave way and the orcs piled in. A huge orc came first; its face disconcerted into what only could have been an war cry. It was quickly silenced by Boromir's sword ramming through its neck. The orcs piled through and wave after wave kept coming, no matter how hard Boromir hacked or Legolas shot or Aragorn slashed. Eventually they broke through the 3 warriors at the front and brought Gimli, Gandalf, Faramir, Tithe and the Hobbits into the battle. The air was thick with the sounds of battle and a heavy smell of orc blood hung around them. A huge crash from the door signalled the entrance of the cave troll.

To be continued…