Saving Me | By : RikuRocks Category: +Third Age > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1368 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Boromir was so focused on seeing that the party -mainly the Hobbits- were a safe distance from the gates of Moria, that it was not until they reached such a distance and looked back that the grief caught up with him. With quiet tears falling from his eyes, he turned to see that the others were weeping as well. The Hobbits had fallen to the ground in their grief, and Aragorn and Gimli were openly crying. Boromir was most greatly concerned by the silent tears drifting down Legolas’ cheeks; however, Aragorn recovered and bade them all to flee further before the orcs caught up to them.
The Gondorian encouraged Pippin and Merry along as Aragorn pushed them all hard, and did not stop until Legolas pointed out that Frodo and Sam had fallen behind due to their injuries and wariness. Then, Boromir carried Sam while Aragorn carried Frodo until they reached a safe spot to stop and take a short but much needed rest. While Aragorn tended to Sam and Frodo, and Gimli, Merry, and Pippin collected firewood, Boromir approached Legolas, noticing the somewhat stunned look of the elf and remembering the fact he had confirmed in Moria.
The prince looked up to meet the captain’s eyes when he approached, and Boromir wondered if all elves’ eyes were so expressive. “Will you be all right?”
Legolas nodded, and then, as though reading the man’s concern, placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Do not worry, I have seen others fall in battle before, as I am sure you have...I just never thought it would happen to Mithrandir. You need not fear it though; the bond shared must be very strong in order for grief to turn deadly. I should have mentioned as much before, it normally occurs only when a consort or child dies.”
The Gondorian nodded as well, with another concern coming to mind. He had always been ‘wed’ to his city and duty in a fashion, and had never perused or even desired a spouse. He could not begin to imagine doing so with the added weight of knowing he would kill his widow should he fall in battle. “Do you have either? A wife or child, I mean.”
“Nay;” Legolas’ tone and eyes were still troubled, but seemed somewhat comforted by the conversation, or perhaps just Boromir’s company. “My interests have always lied elsewhere…in the forests and my duties.”
The captain considered the lovers, if they could be called such, he had taken throughout his adult life. None had ever become more to him, but he supposed there had always been the risk that they should develop further feelings for him. “What of lovers? Do they perish over grief of the other as well?”
“I do not understand…” The elf appeared confused as he watched Boromir’s face, who knew his own confusion must have been apparent in his expression. After a brief moment of watching each other in silence, the fair being seemed to grasp the man’s meaning. “We have loved ones, but a physical union is a marriage to us. I believe that if the bond is strong enough, then grief will claim a love left behind, even if they have not wed. But I cannot answer for certain. Gohono nin.”
The man held up a hand as though to ward off the apology, which he now recognised with ease. His mind was now thoroughly distracted from his grief by the multitude of questions this new piece of information arose within it. The elf frowned as a look of concern grew on the man’s features. “You said once that you have watched your land fall under shadow for more than three hundred years…is that the span of your life?”
Legolas nodded, “It is, but I don’t see why that should be cause for concern. I know it is long for men-”
“But what of elves?” questioned Boromir. “Is that long for them; are you a youth, or merely a child?”
“It is not long for us,” replied the fair being before adding firmly, “But I am not a child.”
“When do you begin to leave childhood behind?”
“After our first fifty years,” answered the elf. “Some may mature at a slightly quicker or slower pace than others, as I am sure it is with men.” Legolas tilted his head when Boromir nodded, relief evident in the man’s eyes. “Why does that relieve you? I believe I have proven myself competent over our journey thus far-”
“Oh, of course. It isn’t that. For a moment I was afraid we had brought an adolescent on such a perilous journey,” replied the Gondorian captain, hoping the elf was not insulted.
Legolas seemed to understand this concern; “Elves also value children highly and Lord Elrond would not have agreed to my part in this journey if I were a child. He nearly did not agree to Pippin‘s insistence…”
Boromir nodded his accord. “I also worried that Pippin may be too young to recover from this when he was permitted to come; I was just now afraid that I had neglected to notice…but it does not matter. By my measure, you would be only slightly younger than my brother by the standards of men.”
“I cannot claim to understand the standards of men,” replied the Mirkwood warrior, “But I am pleased you are reassured.”
Unable to read his companion’s expression, Boromir felt the need to assure the fair being of the intentions he had in his questioning. “I meant no offence…”
“…And I take none,” stated Legolas, placing a hand on the taller being’s shoulder once more. He was still to sad over the loss of Gandalf to offer a smile, but his eyes proved the statement and the captain was assured.
Soon the company had to move forward once again, but it seemed to Boromir that his conversation with Legolas had done some good toward bringing back the elf’s usual cheer and innocent curiosity, as he began telling the others of the legends his people told of the fair forest of Lothló
rien. Boromir, Aragorn, and Gimli added the stories they had heard to the tale, and while their hearts were still heavy with grief and the Gondoran was hesitant to enter the Golden Wood, the captain found it comforting to be moving again with his odd group of companions. He also felt refreshed and invigorated when he followed the elf’s advice of wading across the Nimrodel, and as they rested on the other side, the Mirkwood prince shared part of the song of the elf-maiden Nimrodel. Legolas only knew part of the song in Westron, having heard it in Rivendell and forgotten much, but the captain found the elf’s soft voice enchanting nonetheless, as the sound silver bells ringing a fine melody.
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