Chapter Eight: Diffrences

Boromir stolled into the House of Healing garden, mind everywere but where he was. He strode over to his favorate bench in the sun, and began to sit down. But his attention was caught by a half-shouted, No! His grey-green eyes snaped to the tree in the courtyard. There by the trunk was an elf, Feanar if Boromir remembered right. He cautiosly went over to the elf and placed a hand on his sholder. Feanar lept to his feet and drew his black sword. Boromir raised his hands to show the startled elf that he ment no harm. Feanar relaxed.

"What was that about?" Boromir asked.

"I was startled." A curt and and forced answer. Feanar turned his back on the man while sheathing Mormegil. A hand went to the elfs face, and Boromir had no doubt that he was wiping tears from his face. "Lovely here, isn't it Boromir?" Feanar looked at the man to mane sure he had the name right. Boromir nodded.

"Quiet. Calm. One of the few placed where a troubled mind could relax. Though you seem to be more troubled then most. May I ask, why?"

"You may not ask."

"Fine, fine. I won't push it." Boromir went back to his bench and picked up the sword he always left there. This was also a briliant place to practice and spar. He turned to the elf. "Care to spar with me?" Boromir hoped that Feanar would accept. He could judge the trustworthyness of one by the way wielded his sword.

"You're on." Feanar drew Mormegil. Boromir drew Namo. "As you may know, this is Mormegil." The elf's blue eyes sparkled in chalange.

"Namo is the name of this blade." Boromir answered back.

"The judge, apropriate, unless you cannot wield it well." Boromir knew the elf was trying to make him rush at him, so he kept his cool. Both waited for the other to atack, both hoping the other would let their guard down a moment. Neither of them noticed two elves and a hobbit enter the courtyard. Finaly Boromir atacked.

The blades met. Boromir was surprised by Feanar's strengh. He had to diflect three different blows before the two broke away from one another. The speed of the elf was also alarming. Feanar this time lept for the atack. Boromir deflected the sword, only to find that the elf's leg had come out. Unable to move in time, Boromir was tripped. He fell on his back and Feanar put Mormegil to Boromir's neck.

"Good. But not fast enough. I can trust you." Feanar stated. He let Boromir up. "Hopefully you trust me now." Boromir nodded. One with that fast of a sword, but that much control about where he places his blace was one to be trusted.

"Every day. Let's come here every day to spar. I have not been defeated by anyone here for a long time." Boromir said.

"It would be my pleasure." Feanar turned and walked over to his friends. Boromir removed himself to his bench. The two elves with the hobbit were also in the fellowship. I wonder if they are as deft with a blade. Boromir leaned back on the cool stone. Father never told me of the skill of an elf. Nor did Aragorn. He smiled to himself. Well about time I was beaten. It was boring otherwise. Boromir cast one last look at the foursome. They were all laughing. The short blond haied one was doing a inpresion on someone. From the look on the other blond elf's face, Boromir had a feeling that it was him. He looked at Feanar. He was laughing as hard as everyone else, but the shadow of worry remained in his eyes. Boromir then turned to leave. This quest would be interesding.

Feanar laughed among the rest at Celgalad's strange antics. But his mind was else -where again. It was on the strange Gonorian. The son of the steward, Boromir. If he remembered rightly, Legolas had said that Boromir was one of the nine walkers, and the brother of Faramir. Yet here was a man that almost fit the discription on the Boromir Legolas knew. Tall, dark haired, with grey-green eyes. He had an air of strength and confedince. Yet there was a hint of coolness and caution in the eyes.

"Feanar? You ok. You seem distant today." Elgorn said, causing Feanar to sanp out of his thoughts.

"Just a lot on my mind. Say, did anyone tell you of when we are leaving?" Feanar looked at the two elves. Both shook their heads. "A week, Aragorn sugests. So, Celgalad, you get to sleep in a bed for that time."

"Good! I tell you I needed it!" Celgalad said cheerfully.

"Never have I heard a elf conplain more." Pippin teased. Celgalad tuned his gaze to the hobbit, turning on the sad eyes.

"I'm hurt." Celgalad said in a false pained voice. Elgorn snorted.

"Pip is right. You conplain more than a orc."

"Tis' a wonder. I wish you had graced us with your absence this time." Feanar said. "My sister has been waiting to go on a journrey, and she doesn't complain at all."

"Hey, no grouping together against me! No fair!" Celgalad lept at Feanar, planing to takle him. Feanar rolled away just in time. The second time Celgalad caught Feanar and started tickling the dark haired elf. Laughing loudly, Feanar managed to kick Celgalad off and roll away, only to land on top of Elgorn. Celgalad tackled them both, creating a pile of elves. All three were surprised to feel another body jump on them, only to find Pippin rolling on the ground with them. A few momnets later, they found themselves laying on the ground, gasping for breath, and laughing with the breath they gained. Feanar hoped this day would never end.

In the end, all the four could say about that day was that emotions were let loose that would not have a chance to later.

AN: Yes, a quick look at Boromir. Sort of surfacey, but that was all I needed at this time. I was going for the deeper look at Feanar. All I needed to do was introduce the charater more, and to have them gain one anothers trust. Can't go on a quest together without knowing they can trust each other.