Saving Me | By : RikuRocks Category: +Third Age > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1368 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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For a moment, Boromir thought that perhaps Aragorn had been right to correct him when he referred to the Lady Galadriel as an elf witch. Once Legolas named the creature that killed Gandalf as a Balrog of Morgoth, and Celeborn‘s response insulted both Gimli and Gandalf‘s memory, it had been Galadriel that corrected and silenced the elfin lord’s rash response, and all without any trace of insult or anger. Gimli had been moved by the Lady’s grace and beauty and Boromir, while fining the lack of emotion from these elves disturbing, had felt no small amount of respect for the Lady.
That changed, however, as the meeting continued. For even as Celeborn and the Lady spoke words of condolence and assurance to the company, Boromir could hear her voice echoing in his mind and the words she spoke there were different and much less comforting. Her words offered things that he could not imagine she had the power to give, and yet her voice was tempting…and the man found that her voice in his mind reminded him of the Ring, much to his discomfort.
The captain of Gondor remained silent as a group of the strange elves led the fellowship to a pavilion among the trees after Celeborn and Galadriel released them and insisted they stay in the ‘safety’ of Lothlórien for a time. Once the Galadrim left them, the Hobbits spoke of the Lady, who had apparently tested them as well. Gimli also confessed to feeling as though he were being asked to choose between the shadow that lay ahead and a future he had greatly desired. It seemed that each of the company had shared the experience, and while only Sam voiced what he had been tempted with, they each knew it had been a different offer given to them. Boromir admitted to feeling as though he were being tested, but then spoke no more of the incident aside from assuring that he had refused to listen to the Lady.
Then, Boromir realised that Frodo, who Galadriel had gazed upon the longest, had yet to speak. Upon being questioned, the ring bearer admitted that the Lady had spoken to his mind as well, but that he wished to keep her words to himself as the others did.
“Well, have a care,” warned the Gondorian. He was growing concerned for the small being, who seemed to be becoming less and less Hobbit-like as they journeyed. “I do not feel too sure of this elvish lady and her purposes.”
This warning set Aragorn into a slight rage on the Lady‘s behalf and, after a stern speech, he dropped himself onto one of the soft couches the elves had equipped their pavilion with and fell into a deep sleep immediately. Boromir stared at the man in slight confusion, and was considering waking the other man or merely re-establishing his warning to the Hobbits, when a light hand touched his arm.
Legolas indicated the others with a graceful tilt of his head as he started speaking. “They are weary in mind, heart, and body. Let them rest now. There will be time yet for concerns and conversations.”
The captain nodded and watched silently while the Hobbits and Gimli settled down for the evening and likewise began to fall asleep immediately, as though they were proving the elf’s words.
“I do not feel the pull the sleep yet,” the fair being stated quietly, “I am going to walk among the trees for a while...would you like to join me?”
Boromir looked over the company, not certain that he would want to leave them unguarded, despite Aragorn’s convictions that they were safe here. Legolas seemed to understand this, as he added, “We will remain close enough to hear our friends call if they need us to return.”
The man released a bitter chuckle. “Is it a gift among all elves to read the thoughts of mortals?” He regretted his tone almost immediately as a flash of hurt crossed the elf’s features.
“I do not read your thoughts,” Legolas stated firmly before softening his tone and expression, “Only your face. Can you not tell what reaction your words cause in me?”
Boromir thought of the flash of emotion he had seen a moment before, as well as the open and kind eyes staring at him even as he thought. He nodded once, “You’re right. One day, I will remember that we are not so different. It is hard just now, when your Southern kin here seem so strange to me.”
A slight smile graced the elf’s lips. “They seem strange to me as well and I suspect that we are just as strange to them.”
Legolas turned to gaze upon the woods and Boromir remembered that he was supposed to be considering a walk with his friend. He simply placed a hand against the fair being’s arm, nodded when their eyes met, and then exited the pavilion. The elf walked beside him quietly and seemed deep in thought. “You said last night that you could rest your mind during the day as we headed here, were you able to? I never saw your eyes close, but they did seem distanced for a brief time after you grew concerned for us at the river‘s crossing.”
“I did, thank you,” the elf replied, “And I am glad for it. The Lady’s intrusion would have been even more distressing otherwise.”
The captain’s gaze was immediately fixed upon the fair being beside him. “Did she test you as she did the rest of us?”
The elf sighed quietly, “I look forward to that day…” He spoke as though to himself, but then noticed Boromir’s frown at his words and added more clearly, “When you do remember that we are not so different.”
The Gondorian was a proud man and did not apologise often, but he was also reasonable, and he realised then that he had come to understand the elfin prince better than he had expected but not better than his friend had hoped. “I’m sorry. I did not mean… I should not have assumed that you would be excluded from the fellowship.”
“I understand,” Legolas admitted with no trace of bitterness or anger. “And I am sorry as well. I imagine that your trial was not that different from my own. Your thoughts are no doubt troubled, as are mine.”
The captain nodded, “Maybe she thought to read our thoughts for her own good purpose, but I almost should have said that she was tempting us…offering what she pretended to have the power to give.”
“But she also spoke of the shadow and fear that lies ahead on our journey,” stated Legolas, bringing up the part that had most feared the others. “She spoke as though what will come to pass cannot be altered…as though the choice before us were so simple. I think it was a test, designed to show us if we will be able to pass the one that is yet to come.”
“You believe she will test us further?”
“Not the Lady,” the elf stopped and turned to face the man, “The Ring will.”
Boromir saw in the fair being’s eyes, among several other emotions, determination and certainty. While he was equally as determined, the man wished that he could feel as certain that he would pass the test to come. He thought of the question that none has asked when the fellowship spoke of the Lady before, and knew now why they had not; they were all of them afraid to answer if it were asked to them in return. Holding the elf’s gaze, Boromir asked it; “What did she say to you?”
“She described how the shadow will spread…and spoke of the destruction of our land.” Boromir took a sudden deep breath as the elf looked away and continued speaking. “She told me…she explained how the elfish slaves of Mordor were tortured for centuries until they changed into Uruks, and how it will happen to my people. She spoke of the fall of my father and brother…and the fellowship.”
The captain placed a hand on the fair being’s back in shocked sympathy; “She told me of the fall of my city and my father. Of how my people will be destroyed and the fellowship even before them...She spoke as though failure were guaranteed. Then, she spoke of…my greatest desires. She made it to sound as though she had the power to give them to me.”
Legolas nodded and looked at the Gondorian again, “That was when I stopped her…there is no power that could fulfil such a promise, if indeed a promise was given.”
Boromir considered the prince’s final words. As promising as the Lady’s words had been, he could not say with any certainty that a true promise had actually been offered. “You believe the Ring will do the same?”
“If it has not begun to already;” The elf stopped walking and turned to face Boromir completely. “Sauron believes the hearts of men to be weak; the Ring will try to temp men first.”
The Gondorian’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he caught himself before making any cruel retorts or defending his honour heatedly. He knew his friend was not challenging or questioning him, but attempting to warn him. He nodded slowly, and his expression relaxed as the elf gently rested a hand on his shoulder.
Legolas made sure the man’s thoughts had returned to him before speaking again. “When it does, I only hope that you remember this…and know that you can come to me if you need any support, even if it is only a sympathetic ear.”
Boromir sighed and looked away. He was touched by the offer, though part of him wanted to believe that such a reminder would not be needed, but at the same time, he remembered his reluctance to speak of Galadriel’s temptation and wondered if the elf’s concern that he would not seek assistance was not valid.
The man turned his gaze back to the fair being and thought of their growing friendship. He smiled lightly and placed his hand on the elf‘s shoulder, “Thank you, Legolas. I will try to remember that.” Another thought came to mind when the prince returned his smile. “Now, if you will consent, I believe it is a good time for me to start learning Elvish.”
“All right,” replied the Mirkwood warrior with a smile as he two turned and continued walking. “What do you wish to learn first?”
Boromir grinned, “How about whatever it was you said before I fell asleep last night?”
“Posto vae, mellon nin…?” Legolas grinned slightly, “I was not sure you had heard me. It means ‘rest well, my friend’.”
The man nodded, “Gen hannon seems to mean ‘thank you’ and I’ve reached the conclusion Gohono nin is some form of apology from the way you say it.”
“Both are correct, although I must admit to speaking rather informally to you for some time now,” replied the elf.
“I’m glad to hear it,” stated the Gondorian, knowing that informality would mean something to an elfish prince, “And it is still well enough for my purposes with the language.”
The two friends continued walking through the woods, which Boromir found more peaceful than he had expected, while Legolas taught him some more words and phrases that were likely to be useful to the man. When they finally did return to the pavilion and their companions, the Gondorian slept much more soundly than he had expected to in Lothlórien.
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