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Saving Me	By : RikuRocks Category: +Third Age > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1368 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Afterwards, Legolas and Gimli both continued to speak of the varying legends their kin told of the stream and the Golden Wood. Finally the fellowship decided that they would rest for the evening in the high trees, and the elf decided to climb one of the tall Mellryn first, being quite at home amongst trees, by both root and bough. However, as soon as the elf sprang lightly to the lowest branch, another voice cried out a word unknown to Boromir. The Gondorian was worried when Legolas immediately dropped back to the ground in fear and surprise before shrinking against the bole of the tree. Before the captain could react to his concerns, the elf whispered for everyone to remain still and silent.
A group of Ló
rien elves spoke to the party from the large Mellryn, their accents seeming strange even when compared to the other breeds of elves the captain had encountered, and he decided he would have to ask Legolas to teach him some of their language when he grew more frustrated that only the young elf could communicate with the strange warriors. The unseen elves demanded that Legolas and Frodo climb a slender rope ladder they lowered to speak with them, while the others remained still on the ground as they decided what to do with the party. Boromir wanted to protest sending two of their members alone where they would be outnumbered and at a disadvantage, but the elf and two Hobbits, for Sam refused to leave Frodo�s side, agreed too quickly and he could only trust that his new friends knew what they were doing. He found that to be a simpler deed than he would have expected.
The wait seemed long to Boromir, although he knew it was not terribly so in truth, until Legolas returned to them to relay a message from one called Haldir, who it seemed was a captain of sorts among the elves of Ló
rien. The Mirkwood prince stated that the Hobbits were to remain in the tree he had just climbed down from, with a group of Lórien elves keeping watch, while the rest of the fellowship was to remain in the next tree over, where there was also a talan, which the Gondorian assumed to be some sort of small outpost.
He was reluctant to part from the Hobbits, but he trusted Legolas� judgment and so obliged to the request without protest. Gimli was not so obliging, as he complained of the trees, which were not so homely to dwarves as they were to elves, and of the fact that Legolas and Aragorn were expected to watch over him. Boromir was both honoured and troubled that Legolas had agreed to answer for the whole of the fellowship while in Lothlórien.
�I have faith in you,� was the elf�s simple reply to the captain�s concern. �I would not want to leave any of our members behind in any case, even Gimli.�
Boromir nodded vaguely, but remained troubled. While in his heart he knew that Legolas and Aragorn were correct in their beliefs of the Ring, he could not deny that he still felt it call to him�it was not Gimli that he feared would betray the elf�s trust and their fellowship as a whole.
Seeming to sense that his friend was still deeply troubled, Legolas moved to sit close beside him on the bough of the large tree, which Boromir had found unexpectedly comfortable. The elf took in their surroundings and breathed deeply, seeming to relish in the scent of the forest. �I am glad to be amongst trees and streams once more�different from my own homeland though they may be.
�I have never been to the Golden Wood before, but it seems just as the tales tell it.� He glanced at the man beside him, �Well, the tales from my people anyway.� When Boromir simply nodded, the elf seemed dejected for only a heartbeat before he spoke again, in a warm and somewhat teasing tone. �Of all the tales I have heard though, none thought to mention the strange accent of Lórien.�
The Gondorian arched an eyebrow, �It seems strange to you as well? I thought it was only so to me because I am unaccustomed to elves.� He grinned slightly, �Present company excluded, of course.�
Legolas� slight grin was warmer than his expression had been since Gandalf�s passing as he bowed his head gently in thanks and acknowledgement. �Well, as you are soon to become more accustomed to elves, have you any questions you would care to ask of me?�
The man thought briefly, not thinking that anything he could ask would be of any use at present, as he would probably not be speaking to these elves much himself. He also recalled that Legolas had stated that he had never actually been to Lothlórien before, nor had the young met the elf witch or the lord of Lórien. That recollection however, brought about a question of its own. �You said that these elves call you their northern kindred; are they so similar to your own people?�
�Nay,� the elf shook his head. �Even where it remains uncorrupted by the shadow of Dol Goldur, Mirkwood is untamed and we are much the same. The other races of elves consider us to have gone native, or so I have heard. After meeting them, I can understand if they do.�
Boromir considered this as he looked over his friend, and then allowed his gaze to trail over the large tree they were occupying. He would not describe the elfin prince as having �gone native� however, he would certainly agree that the fair being was untamed when compared to the other elves he had met. Legolas was less distanced from his emotions than those other elves, and seemed more cheerful and curious. Recently, the man had assumed it was simply because he was still young by the standards of his kin.
The captain now wondered if that was simply the way of his friend�s people, but the young elf seemed quite different from the way Bilbo and Gloin had described the elves of Mirkwood. The man returned his gaze to the elf beside him; �Your account of the keeping of prisoners differed greatly from Bilbo and the dwarves� story. Was that simply a difference in perspectives�or perhaps a difference in captors? Or has your father�s views altered over time?�
�I was not present for the capture or keeping of Bilbo�s dwarves, but I believe they gave an accurate account, as much as I dislike it. Although I do know that they were not mistreated while we held them.�

Legolas turned to meet the Gondorian�s gaze. �My brother told me that Gloin and his companions were believed to have attacked a company of elves in the forest, but claimed they were merely seeking assistance.

As their tale coincides with what Bilbo told us at the council, I believe them now�I was not certain then.
�Dwarves and elves have been mistrustful of each other for longer than I have existed, and my father is unforgiving. Between the perversion of his lands, our dwindling numbers, and his obsession with treasure, I�m afraid his mind is deteriorating�and as the shadow grows over our lands, so does a frost spread over his heart. Even Belegduil cannot thaw it; perhaps that will change if we are successful in our quest.�
Boromir was surprised by the familiarity of Legolas� troubles, but not so much as he would have been at the start of their journey. He placed a hand on the elf�s shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. Then, their eyes met again in a moment of silent understanding between warriors and sons of great leaders, but the Gondorian still felt a desire to share his own plight.
�My father�s mind is also failing, as is his rule. He is a good and honourable man, but his lands and subjects are failing and the people lose hope. He too grows cold, especially to any outsiders. He looks to me to lead our people to victory against our enemies, and I would see our city at peace�however�� The man trailed off, his mind feeling the weight of his father�s expectations and the suffering of his people as it had not for several weeks. Once again, his thoughts began to turn to the Ring and of what might be possible�
�However, there is only so much that one alone can do in the face of such evil;� Legolas continued when the captain did not, his silvery voice laced with a sorrow that Boromir knew well. Then, the fair being surprised the captain by offering him a small, hopeful smile. �But now we are more than one alone, and our enemy has never expected that we would unite for such an endeavour.�
His friend�s words pulled the man from his darkening thoughts, and although his mind was still torn he had to admit the truth in the elf�s remark. If he were in Sauron�s position, he would never imagine that his enemies would not attempt to use such a powerful weapon. Boromir�s mind settled slightly as he accepted the elf�s hopeful idea.
�You should take some rest,� Legolas commented after Boromir�s thoughts had settled. �It will not be long that we have more eyes to keep watch.�
The captain was tired, in both body and mind, but he was also reluctant. He had previously noticed that the others were already fast asleep. �I am not certain that I trust these elves,� he admitted, hoping his friend would not take offence.
When the elf simply nodded once and patted the hand that rested on his shoulder, the man knew he should have expected the prince�s understanding. �Then trust this elf. I will keep watch.� Before the captain could protest his own lack of rest, Legolas added, �I can rest my mind while we travel through the woods come morning. I am more at ease here in the forest, and I know that you and the others will be alert. I will take some proper rest tomorrow night.�
Hesitantly, Boromir nodded, and then moved to find a more comfortable position for rest in the tree, which was surprisingly easy to accomplish. As he began to drift into sleep, Boromir heard Legolas whisper �Posto vae, mellon nin.� The man returned to his earlier decision that, after whatever might come the next day, he would ask his friend to start teaching him the basics of his language.
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