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Saving Me	By : RikuRocks Category: +Third Age > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1392 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Once they entered Moria, Boromir and Legolas kept the Hobbits, Pippin and Merry, between them as the company moved single file in the dark. Only a dull ache in his legs and the weary strides of the Hobbits gave Boromir any indication of how long they had walked when Gandalf announced that they should camp for the night. What little he could make out of the terrain in the soft light of Gandalf�s staff all looked the same to him and there was nothing to indicate the passing of time in the dark lands.
Legolas had volunteered to take the first watch, and Boromir the second. When the elf eventually woke him, the man suspected that Legolas had allowed him to sleep longer than the elf was expected to, for he did not think he would have felt so rested otherwise. The captain of Gondor moved further from the party, so as not to wake them but still remained close to the light, and noticed Legolas had also moved further from the others. Instead of lying down to sleep, the prince of Mirkwood sat crossed legged and began repairing some arrows.
Boromir called the elf�s name softly, not sure if he would even be heard; he knew elves had keener hearing than men but was not sure of the extent of it. He was still only marginally surprised when the fair being looked up to meet his gaze immediately upon hearing his name. The Gondorian motioned for the elf to come closer, and Legolas obeyed the silent command.
�I would think even an elf would need some rest on this journey,� commented the man quietly. �You have slept when we�ve stopped before, have you not?�
�Yes, but I cannot find rest here,� answered Legolas just as softly as he looked over the vast darkness beyond their little camp.
�Is something near?� whispered Boromir, his hand falling onto the hilt of his sword with practiced ease.
�No, and that is what troubles me,� the elf�s eyes turned to meet the man�s gaze. �There is so little life here�and so much darkness and silence. I cannot hear a single stream or plant in the whole of this place, and that which I can sense frightens me, though I do not yet know what it is.�
The captain released his sword but still gave the surrounding area a mistrustful glance before returning his gaze to the elf. �Is this why you wished not to come here? Have you heard stories like the ones I said we have heard told in Gondor?�
�I have not heard tale of this place, but I do not like going underground, even when it does not include the threat of a society long since unheard from,� answered Legolas wearily.
Boromir nodded slowly and then thought back to Bilbo�s story of his adventures with the Ring back in Rivendell. �Your father serves under the elfin king Bilbo told of, correct?� He frowned when the elf shook his head.
�My father is Thranduil, the elfin king whom Bilbo spoke of,� corrected Legolas quietly, sounding as though he were not used to admitting this.
�Your father is the king?� Boromir was astonished and even more remorseful of his foolish words before. �I hadn�t realised we had a prince among our company.� The fair being made a motion to dismiss the title and the Gondorian had a feeling it was something the elf had not intended to be known among the fellowship. �If you wish it, I shall not speak of this to the others.�
�Gen hannon,� said the elf with a thankful nod. He then placed a hand over his heart, �Ce mellon nîn an-uir�

Only understanding the obvious gratitude and the word �friend�, Boromir nodded and waved off the prince�s thanks. Then he frowned in confusion, �But Bilbo described your father�s halls as being under a mountain. Is it not underground?�
�It is, but it is also very different from this place and I do not spend any more time in his halls than need be. I prefer the forest.� The elf shrugged gracefully and then glanced around once more before returning his attention to Boromir. �May I sit with you?�
�Of course,� the captain answered as he gestured to his side.
�Thank you,� the elf took the space noiselessly and returned to the mending of his arrows. Boromir watched him thoughtfully for a moment, then a look of uncertain curiosity passed his features. Legolas turned to look at the man, �Is something troubling you?�
�I was just wondering if you knew the meaning of the name Faramir?�
�Faramir?� repeated the elf before appearing to think for a few seconds; �It means �sufficient treasure�.�
Boromir snorted softly, �That�s predictable�� He noticed the elf frown. �Faramir is my brother�s name, and our father has favoured me over him for as long as I can recall�I have wondered if that were always the case.�
�Is your brother younger than you?� questioned Legolas, looking at Boromir with an expression of interest.
�Yes, by five years,� replied the man. �He has our father�s colouring but our mother�s features. He is as quick to see into a man�s character as our father, although what he finds there tends to lean him toward pity rather than scorn as it does with our father. They do both share a love of knowledge, but our father simply does not see��
The prince laid a hand on the captain�s shoulder with a look of sympathy. �Then your brother is fortunate to have you. If I may ask; what of your mother?�
�She passed�years ago, when we were children.� Boromir turned to the elf with a frown, �I have heard no mention of your queen. What of her?�
�There is no queen,� answered the elf solemnly.
�She has passed?� questioned the man gently, and he patted the elf�s knee sympathetically at the answering nod. He frowned again, earning him a quizzical look from Legolas. �Tales of your kind are told in Gondor, but I do not know how much is true. There is a legend that your kind perish from grief�?�
�It is true,� replied the fair being quietly. �I have no memory of that time,� he added before the man could ask, �I was still an elf-ling. My father does not speak of my mother.�
Boromir nodded, not bringing to question the fact that the elfin king had clearly survived the loss of the prince�s mother. Even if he disagreed with his father on the point of Faramir, he had always known that the man loved his family and grieved for his mother, and had always found that comforting. Of course, the man realised, having a child to look after alone may have encouraged the elfin king to remain, if such a thing were possible.
His thoughts returned to the beginning of the current conversation; �What does Legolas mean in your language?�
�Green leaf,� answered the elf softly. �My brother is named Belegduil, it means �mighty river�.�
�You have a brother?� questioned Boromir, wondering if the difference in the names� meanings meant the same to elves as they did men. �Is he older?�
�Yes, by nearly two millennia.� The elf grinned faintly at the endearing expression on the man�s face. �Why does that cause such a reaction?�
�In spite of your grace and skills, you are still someone�s baby brother,� answered the man with a shrug and a grin. �Despite the agelessness of your kind, you are not so different from us. I find that endearing. Tell me of your brother.�
Legolas� expression sobered slightly, �He is much more like our father than I, in both appearance and character. They both share a great love of riches and pleasure, but Belegduil has never scorned me for our differences. He used to tease me often, but he was also kind. He gave me the knife I use in close battle when he discovered that swords and spears were not to my liking. He is favoured by our father, but I do not begrudge him for it. It is beyond his power to change even if he desired to.�
�I would change my father�s views of my brother if I could,� stated Boromir with a small nod of understanding once the elf stopped speaking. He smiled softly, �As a child, I always took it upon myself to protect Faramir. He does not begrudge me for being favoured either, and we have always been close and gotten on well. I used to help him with his swordplay and horsemanship, and encouraged him in his studies, even if I did not share the interest. We used to cause such mischief when we were children��
The two companions continued their quiet conversation throughout the evening, and the long dark of Moria did not seem so lonesome and foreboding for a brief time.
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