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One Elf

Chapter 14: Truth is learned

She came back to herself a few hours later; the first thing Nenmîr noticed was a dull aching pain in her left ankle, she didn't open her eyes but tuned in to what was going on around her. She could hear a fire crackling, the dwarf's sleepy breathing, Legolas' and Aragorn's voices, a faint burning smell reached her nostrils, and she noticed she was propped up against a tree with a blanket draped round her shoulders. Her mouth felt a little dry and she could feel her hair dangling round her face, it tickled her cheek. Please don't make me scratch it she thought.

It was itchy.

She'd have to open her eyes and scratch it now.

Well at least she wasn't dead.

She slowly opened her eyes and focused on the man and elf sat beside a very small fire, then the figure of a dwarf sleeping nearby.

She reached up and scratched her cheek. There she'd been disturbed! She hoped the piece of hair was happy now!

There was no fourth silhouette.

Boromir wasn't there.

Did this mean he was dead? No she told herself, he went with the hobbits to protect them, then where did they go?

The logical solution was he was dead, but she could, shouldntbelieve it until she was told. She mustn't be negative.

She shifted into a more comfortable position which made Legolas turn round. A smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Gen suilon, Lû ann bant (I greet you, a long time has gone)" Legolas whispered and crawled over to her as Aragorn turned round and smiled.

"Manen lû ann (how long)?" she asked, it was good to see her loved one's face.

"About four hours" Aragorn said and walked over and knelt down beside Legolas.

"What happened to me?" Nenmîr asked looking down at her left leg and moved her hand to feel a bandage round her other cheek.

"You've twisted your ankle and had a pretty deep gash down the side of your face; you were loosing a lot of blood through it." Aragorn told her, he looked at the bandage on her head; it looked like it might have stopped bleeding now thanks to Kingsfoil and fast elven healing, "can I just take your bandage off Nenmîr?"

Nenmîr nodded her head, how polite and thoughtful of him to request before diving in. Then realization hit her.

"Boromir, Mas bant (where did he go)?" Her mind was distracted from Aragorn's hands gently teasing the bandage away and examining her wound. She ignored the stinging pain of air hitting her head and concentrated on the shadow that passed across Legolas' face. No. Not Boromir. Not now. She felt hot tears collecting behind her eyes and threatening to brim up in her eyes.

If she could have just stayed awake that extra second, just to shout a warning to him, she felt so weak.

Legolas nodded and allowed his eyes to drop to the floor; Aragorn turned his back head bowed as he put the bandage near the fire.

Legolas moved forwards and pulled her into a warm embrace. "Your alive, that's my priority, I'm so glad you weren't killed." Nenmîr buried her face in his shoulder and slowly wrapped her arms round his waist and held him close, both shared each others comfort. Finally Legolas forced himself to pull back, she had shed a few tears and as he looked deep in her eyes tear filled green jewels looked back at him. He lovingly pressed a kiss to her forehead and one side of the elleth's lips tugged into a sad smile.

"What did you do with his body?" Nenmîr whispered, she closed her eyes and a tear rolled down her cheek, she wiped it away. Why was she crying for a man she didn't really know that well? Because he left the imprint of his boots in my memory she answered herself.

"We sent him down the river in one of the boats, with his shield, sword and horn." Aragorn said in a soft voice and both man and elf bowed their heads.

They sat in silence for a few minutes. Nenmîr wiped her eyes and nose and sighed. Fate was a nasty and cruel thing sometimes. She'd always remember Boromir as the decent and gentle man that he was to her and the way he valiantly and fiercely fought till his death.

After abit she shifted around which made Legolas look up, blinking. She leant her weight against the tree behind her and pushed herself up slowly and gently, saying nothing.

Legolas made to try and help her but she shook her head- more often than not she liked to do things for herself and hated being vulnerable, some that didn't know her would say she was aloof but those that did would say independent at most. As she let her full weight onto her feet her ankle seared with pain, she bit her lip so hard she felt the taste of blood in her mouth. She forced herself forward and walked over to sit by Aragorn. After a little sleep and once it was moving it would probably be fine but there again, she was a useless healer. Haldir had specifically asked her not to become one though only in jest.

She flopped down near the fire and pulled the blanket off her shoulders; Legolas came and sat down cross legged next to her.

"Boe annad nen achen? (Do you need a drink of water)" Legolas asked her and handed her a flask of water.

"Gen hannon (I thank you)" she said gratefully, and drank deeply.

"Manen ce (How are you)?" Aragorn asked.

"Not too bad, my head doesn't feel like it's about to fall off and once I get my leg moving my ankle should be fine," assured Nenmîr, she felt pretty comfortable around Aragorn now. Her mind wandered to before she passed out, she'd run to help defend the hobbits, and where had Frodo gone? And Sam, what had happened to him? And though she tried to push it away, the question of how Boromir had died kept finding its way to the front of her head. The Uruk had shot him, but that was not enough to kill a strong man like Boromir. She felt sad at the loss of Boromir, but rather confused and mixed up as to where the rest of the company had gone. Why did the orcs want Merry and Pippin and not Frodo? Or had they actually got Frodo?

"Well, are you going to tell me what happened to the hobbits, and more about Boromir?"

A/N: I want to squeeze in some more flashbacks in later…good/bad idea?