Boromir looked at Solatiri who slept peacefully at his side. They had made love a second time, but even that could not take his mind off the issue at hand. Although Boromir's heart longed to return home and marry Solatiri, he could not. Nor could he let Solatiri come with him. The journey was growing more perilous, and there was no doubt in his mind that someone could die.

Gondor was also on his mind. The threat of Mordor was growing and Gondor could not stand against it for long. Boromir knew Faramir was there to defend Osgiliath and Minas Tirith, but he was not strong to do so without help. As much as he hated the thought, he would not bring Solatiri when the Fellowship set out for Mordor. This time he was going to leave her to return home. He needed Solatiri to return home and help protect Gondor.

Boromir looked out as the morning fog rolled in. it was dawn and the sun hadn't even rose yet. Boromir stood with the rest of the Fellowship as the Elves bade them farewell. He wished he could've woken Solatiri to bid her farewell, but he knew she wouldn't let him leave without her. Instead, he let her sleep at their camp undisturbed.

The Elves pinned the Fellowship's new cloaks with the Leaf of Lorien as a gift.

"Never before have we clad strangers in the garb of our own people", Celeborn said. "May these cloaks help shield you from unfriendly eyes. Every league you travel south, the danger will increase. Mordor Orcs now hold the eastern shore of the Anduin. Nor will you find safety on the western bank. Strange creatures bearing the White Hand have been seen on our borders. Seldom do Orcs journey in the open under the sun, yet these have done so. By the river you have the chance of outrunning the enemy to the Falls of Rauros."

Boromir felt a lump in his throat knowing he may be leaving Solatiri for the last time. When would they meet again, he did not know. He prayed to the heavens above that she and himself would be kept safe. Lady Galadriel looked at him saying not a word.

"You wish for her to be safe", Boromir heard in his head. "Solatiri will not obey. She will follow to be with you one last time."

He looked at her in horror. One last time? Was she going to die? Boromir looked away trying to hide his tears from view. Galadriel turned to Legolas.

"My gift for you, Legolas", she said. "Is a bow of the Galadhrim. Worthy of the skill of our woodland kin."

Legolas looked at his bow in amazement. It was a lot longer than his own bow. Galadriel turned to Merry and Pippin.

"These are the daggers of the Noldorin", she said. "They have already seen service in war."

She noted Pippin's young, frightened look as he looked at his dagger.

"Do not fear, young Peregrin Took. You will find your courage."

Galadriel smiled and turned to Sam.

"And for you, Samwise Gamgee", she said. "Elven rope made of hithlain."

"Thank you, my lady", Sam said grateful before looking at Merry and Pippin's gifts. "Have you run out of those nice, shiny daggers?"

Galadriel chuckled as she turned to Gimli who looked away from her.

"And what gift would a Dwarf ask of the Elves?" she asked.

"Nothing", he quickly said before looking up. "Except to look upon the lady of the Galadhrim one last time…for she is more fair than all the jewels beneath the earth."

Galadriel chuckled feeling flattered by the complement. She looked at Aragorn making her expression grow grim.

"I have nothing greater to give than the gift you already bear", she said touching the jewel Aragorn wore around his neck.

"Farewell", she said in Elvish. "We shall not meet again…Elessar."

Last was Frodo who looked up at her.

"Farewell, Frodo Baggins. I give you the light of Earendil…our most beloved star."

Galadriel leaned in and kissed the top of his head wishing him all the luck in the world.

"May it be a light for you in dark places…when all other lights go out."

The Fellowship bowed before getting into the boats the Elves provided for them. Boromir took his oar as he carried Merry and Pippin in his boat. Legolas carried Gimli in his boat. Aragorn carried Frodo and Sam in his boat. Their journey continued as they paddled down the river.

Solatiri yawned as she woke. The night before had to have been the best night of her life. She reached her hand to her side hoping to find Boromir, instead she felt nothing but an empty space.

"Boromir?" she said opening her eyes.

Solatiri sat up seeing the camp completely deserted. She turned to find a note left where Boromir was.

My dear Solatiri,

You must not follow me this time. I need you to return to Gondor. The city stands no chance against the foes of Mordor. Return home and help Faramir protect our home. I cannot say when I will return. But when I do, remember I desire to marry you. You are the love of my life.

Forever yours, Boromir.

"Faramir", Solatiri said. "He must be so worried about us."

She got up and dressed. Solatiri knew Boromir said not to follow, but she wasn't going to listen. In her heart she could feel he would need her.

"Solatiri…"

She looked to see Galadriel standing before her.

"My lady", Solatiri bowed. "Did the Fellowship depart?"

"They did", Galadriel answered.

"Which way did they go?"

"You must not go after him", she said. "Nothing good will come of it."

"I have to go after Boromir", Solatiri said. "He needs me."

Galadriel looked at her with a grim expression.

"You and he are not fated to be bound in this world."

"What do you speak of?" Solatiri asked. "Boromir and I are meant to be bound. He said he wishes to wed."

She picked up her weapons and walked past her feeling a sense of anger and worry. Who was she to tell her that Boromir was not meant to be with her?

"Go if you must", Galadriel said. "But I warn you. You will not find happiness. Instead you will be filled with sorrow and mourning."

One of the Elves brought a horse for Solatiri.

"I thank you for your concern", she told Galadriel. "But I will find Boromir before anything happens."

She started down the river trying to catch up with the Fellowship.