Chap 2
Boromir was the first to notice the intruder, a witch's silhouette against the starlit sky. He moved to draw his sword but what happened next made him still. "Mish mae?" she said in barely intelligible Sindarin.
She moved from Aragorn's head to the ground after sending him into his porridge. After sputtering Aragorn replied, "What are you doing here?" The hobbits were begging Legolas for a translation but so far the elf was more interested in observing.
"Yoush skipped out on oar dooel," she said with a glint in her eye.
Boromir considered himself conversant in Sindarin, borderline fluent, but her accent was nothing he'd ever heard. It was only his experience in parsing Faramir's early attempts at the language as a child that let him parse the simultaneously choppy yet melodic speech. It was not uncommon for elves to speak liltingly, but her melody was more akin to songs of loss and tragedy than the woodland flutes most resembled. Was this an elfling then that hadn't yet learned to speak properly? She did resemble one in character with her childlike antics and youthful vigor. The way Aragorn was acting like she'd slipped free of her minders added to that impression.
Still, she didn't look like a child. Her skirt rose in the wind, revealing the shapely legs of a women. Likewise the thin silk of her blouse did little to conceal her nipples, erect in the January chill - though as a gentleman he immediately averted his eyes. He supposed it didn't prove anything. The age of adulthood for elves was said to be a 100 years old, as impossible as that seemed for mortals such as himself. Still, with such a long maturation period perhaps the mind trailed behind the body, for all that he would have guessed the opposite.
"Arwen, you must head back to Rivendell. The journey is far from safe."
"Then it is besht I not trawel alone. I will jusht have to come weth yous."
'Arwen?' Thought Boromir. 'Arwen Undomiel? It cannot be.' There was no way that this fey creature could be the legendarily beautiful princess. She acted nothing like someone older than the kingdom of Rohan should act. That said… if one excused the twigs in her hair and her immodest dress he supposed she was fetching enough to more or less match the stories. If she truly was the Evenstar it would explain why she made no appearance at the council or any of the many feasts. She was, perhaps, a beauty best experienced at a distance to keep the prim and proper Elrond from embarrassment. After all, it would seem that Lady Arwen was either mad or a touch simple.
Perhaps he should intervene? Elrond might look unkindly on Gondor if a prince of the realm let his innocent daughter consort with a rogue like Aragorn, supposed king or not. Then again, elvish business was best left as elvish business. Legolas would take care of her if he felt it necessary.
*A/N*
Drizzt's listening skills are better than his speaking skills. Alas, Boromir done got judgemental.