Healing of the Spirit

Title: Healing of the Spirit
Author: Noelwing
Email: noelwing@aol.com
Pairing: Legolas/Boromir
Rating: NC17
Summary: Legolas endures much grief after joining the fellowship; greatest of all was the loss of Boromir. Legolas is consumed by his sadness and collapses, Gandalf fears that Legolas will die but then someone reaches out to heal Legolas from beyond the grave.
Genre: Romance (Status-complete)
Warnings: Character death
Author’s notes: This story is very experimental for me but it was fun to write. In my opinion, Boromir is a wonderful character too often neglected and the pairing of Legolas and Boromir is a fiction genre that is never quite taken seriously. I think this is a wonderful pairing with great potential so this story is my tribute to them. If you have any questions, comments or any other kind of feedback, please feel free to send it my way; I’d love to hear it.
Disclaimer: Middle-earth and all characters and locations therein are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien and are only being borrowed for the purpose of this writing.

Part one

The fine wall of mist created by the churning of water at the base of the falls of Rauros rose up like a gossamer curtain of white. Legolas’ elven ears were filled with the sounds of roaring water as it fell from the top of the falls and crashed violently upon the rocks below. It was a loud sound that drowned out the songs of birds and other sounds of nature; but it was not loud enough for Legolas’ aching heart. Boromir, son of Gondor was dead and Legolas found himself stricken with grief the likes of which that he had never felt before.

As Aragorn and Gimli placed Boromir’s broken body in the canoe that would serve as his funeral boat; Legolas reflected on the last few months of his life starting with the day the Son of Gondor became apart of it. It was at the council of Elrond in Rivendell where the prince of Mirkwood had met the warrior from Gondor for the first time.

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The moment the one ring was presented by the hobbit Frodo, the man’s reaction was instantaneous. Boromir seemed to have no shame in admitting not only his interest in the one ring but also his intentions. Every one else at the council immediately countered him; telling him that he, as a man, could never hope to bend the ring to his will and all such hopes of using it to protect his people would fail. But Boromir did not waiver as he pleaded the plight of his people and the situation of Gondor. At the end of the council a fellowship had been forged to escort and protect the hobbit Frodo on his quest to destroy the one ring and Boromir offered himself as a member as well.

Legolas lay in his bed that night and reflected upon all that had transpired. The last homely house was buzzing with prayers of hope and excitement; there was still a chance for Middle-earth and it all rested in the hands of a little hobbit. But there were dark undertones as well for there was as much suspicion as well as joy and the majority of it focused around the man from Gondor. Many were suspicious of his motives and worried that allowing him to be apart of the fellowship was a bad idea. Despite all the slander, Boromir still walked with his head held high.

Legolas had disliked the man for insulting Aragorn at the council yet he found that he could not take his eyes off of the man. Boromir walked with pride and his eyes alone told the story of his life, of his struggles and above all, his honest desire to do what ever it took to restore his nation. It seemed a terrible burden to bear alone but he did and Legolas knew that Boromir was one to be admired; so different from Aragorn he was.

But that was only in the beginning and Boromir quickly proved him self very useful to the fellowship. He was clever and strong, but he was also gentle in his own way. One night the fellowship made camp by a small river. Feelings were running high for the next day they would reach the mines of Moria.

Legolas was standing on the shore alone; he had come to refill his water skin. It was so quiet that night, not even the song of one bird reached his sharp elven ears. Legolas found himself hating the campsite but then the sound of laughter came rushing to him.

It was the hobbits Merry and Pippin with Boromir as well. He was carrying one hobbit under each arm like small children and there two little heads poked out from under his heavy brown cloak. The three of them seemed totally oblivious to the presence of the elf as they found their own spot by the river.

Legolas watched as the three of them refilled their water skins as and chatted casually. Boromir was washing his face with river water when Pippin leapt onto the man’s back causing him to dunk his face in the river. Legolas had to hold his hand to his mouth to muffle his giggles as Boromir raised his head spitting water and sputtering threats like “I’m going to get you!”

Pippin tried to dodge the man’s arms but he wasn’t fast enough and Boromir scooped Pippin right up off the ground. Merry was rolling on the ground laughing while Boromir ground his knuckles into Pippin’s skull. The hobbit squirmed, cried out in mock pain and pleaded with Merry for help but Merry was too paralyzed with laughter to do anything. Eventually Aragorn called Boromir and the two hobbits back to camp. Like before, Boromir carried the two hobbits in his arms.

That night Boromir took the first watch. They had taken shelter in the midst of several large boulders and the bodies of the weary fellowship lay amongst the stones. Legolas was very tired himself but he could not sleep; he was too busy observing the man of Gondor as he held vigil over his resting comrades. His hand rested lightly upon the hilt of his sword and he treaded lightly over the stones to keep himself awake while being careful not to disturb anyone else. Eventually Aragorn woke and went to take over for Boromir; Legolas pretended to be asleep while he listened as the two men exchanged a few words and then Boromir retired.

Legolas Watched as Boromir unraveled his bedroll right next to the hobbits, Merry and Pippin. He lay down on his left side and as soon as sleep took him the two hobbits rose from there sleep. Like little children still half asleep, they staggered over to Boromir. Pippin lightly patted Boromir’s right shoulder and though he sleep; he mechanically raised his right arm and Merry and Pippin crawled under the blanket with Boromir; as soon as they were comfortable, he lowered his arm again. Boromir treated those two hobbits so gingerly, it was then that Legolas felt something more than just respect for the man, but he couldn’t explain the feeling at the time.

But Legolas found out that there was little time for pondering such feelings; the mines of Moria proved to be darker than the elf’s worst nightmare. The fellowship had to trudge through a maze of tunnels and caves as they made their way towards the exit of the mine. All the while they had to take special care as to avoid orc armies and decrepit corpses.

The only thing that Legolas had to distract him from the darkness and the shadows that seemed to want to swallow him was Aragorn. Once upon a time, Legolas and Aragorn had been lovers and the two of them shared a great passion. Legolas would never forget how happy he was in the ranger’s arms, but as humans say it; that was all in the past. Aragorn was now betrothed to the lady Arwen and was well on his way to becoming the king of men. Legolas knew that there would be no room for him in Aragorn’s destiny but a part of him still clung to the happiness that he and the ranger had once shared. But sometimes Legolas wondered if Aragorn treasured those memories as much as he did.

By the time the fellowship finally made out of Moria, they were one member short; Gandalf the gray had fallen in his fight with the Balrog demon. Death was so alien to Legolas and he felt like his heart refused to pump life into his body. Everywhere he looked his companions were stricken with grief. The hobbits fell to the ground weeping; Gimli wanted to go rushing back into the mines to avenge his dwarf brethren who had died years before at the hands of the malicious orcs. Gimli most certainly would’ve done so had it not been for Boromir who was there to restrain him, with a huff the dwarf sank to the ground weeping. Aragorn and Boromir were the only ones besides Legolas to remain standing.

“Everyone, get up!” Aragorn commanded but he was not heeded. The hobbits still lay on the ground lost in grief and Gimli was not much better off. Legolas felt like joining his companions on the ground when Aragorn suddenly commanded him to get the hobbits up. Legolas wanted to protest but he was too emotionally drained to do so and he just moved mechanically over to Sam.

He tugged meagerly on the hobbit’s sleeve when Boromir cried out “Give them a moment for pities sake!”

/Yes, a moment, just one moment/ Legolas thought as feelings of grief and hopelessness welled up inside of him. He wanted to shed his tears, wanted to cry out his frustration but Aragorn would not relent. “By nightfall theses hills will by over run by orcs, we must make haste while we still can!” At that moment Boromir dropped his head and agreed to the ranger’s reasoning. Legolas could see the man’s face; it was a mask of order and only abided by reason, much like Legolas’ own face. The elf could only wonder what was going on inside of Boromir’s head and he was curious as to why it even mattered.

The fellowship finally made it to Lothlorien and after going through some formalities with the border guards they were allowed into the golden wood to meet with its queen, the lady Galadriel. At long last the fellowship was granted the shelter and respite, which they so desperately needed; each member expressed their fatigue in their own way. The hobbits huddle together in a nook formed by the roots of a massive tree. Gimli the dwarf removed his dwarf armor and relaxed against upon his bedroll. The dwarf seemed like he was lost in a fog and a kind of cheerful light danced in his weathered eyes, he had been that way since his meeting with the lady of the wood. Aragorn and Boromir conversed together and Legolas found what little comfort he could in the company of the elven wood.

It was late at night and Legolas was still awake. He sat by a fountain that was near the fellowship’s pavilion and watched as they all slept. But none held his attention more than Aragorn. The man slept so peacefully and Legolas could remember all the nights they spent making love together and how he had stayed awake just to watch the man sleep afterward. Normally Legolas would’ve been content to continue to watch the man sleep even though they no longer shared the night; but as Aragorn slept, he clutched something in his hand, it was the pendant given to him by Arwen. Such a thing made it painfully clear to Legolas that Aragorn was promised to another and that there was no hope of ever rekindling the romance they had once had. How could he compete with someone as illustrious as Arwen? Legolas’ heart clenched suddenly and he wanted to be somewhere else; anywhere, he didn’t care so long as he didn’t have to see Aragorn dreaming of his new love.

Legolas headed off into the woods, it was so late and the path was completely desolate and the only sound was that of the lone elf’s breathing as his stride broke into a run. Legolas ran and ran until his legs ached and his lungs burned; but he did not let that stop him. His line of sight was completely unblocked and he focused on the path ahead of him. It was like a dream, he felt like he was running as fast as he could but everything around him was the same, that’s what it felt like to him and he hated it. He wanted to get away, he wanted to see something different. Suddenly a figure appeared in his path; it was Boromir.

Boromir had been washing up in a small stream when the sound of trotting footsteps and rampant breathing caught his attention. Feeling curious he walked back towards the path he had taken to get to the stream and beheld a running figure. He could tell by the lithe figure and flowing blond hair that it was an elf that he was looking at; as the figure came closer he suddenly realized who it was he was looking at.
“Legolas?” Boromir questioned just to be sure.

Legolas heard his name coming from the man and was inexplicably happy to see him. “Boromir!” He cried as he flung himself into the man’s arms. His body was completely spent from the toil of the last several days and his emotions flowed like water from a broken dam. He cried in wracking sobs and he clutched the leather of the Boromir’s green over- tunic. His legs buckled and he would’ve fallen to the ground had it not been for the support from Boromir’s arms.

Boromir had no time to recover from the physical shock of Legolas’ collision with his body. As soon as he tried to ask what was wrong the elf went limp in his arms and began crying like a baby. Boromir had never seen anyone so broken in his whole life and he never thought that if he ever did, it would be Legolas. Legolas was the most emotionally controlled member of the group, even when Gandalf fell in Moria, the elf showed little sign of fazing. What could’ve happened to make Legolas loose control like this he wondered.

“Legolas, what ails you, please tell me!” Legolas heard the man’s plea but he could not form the words to answer him. Boromir carried the limp elf as best as he could back to the stream /Maybe if I get him some water he will calm down/ he thought as made his way back to the bank of the stream.

Legolas had the vague sense that Boromir was taking him somewhere. He didn’t care where he was being taken really, just so long as it was not back to camp and so long as it kept him in the man’s arms.

Boromir kneeled down on the bank of the stream with his charge. He tried to push the elf away from him, just to show Legolas where they were but Legolas resisted and he tightened his arms around Boromir’s upper- body. “Legolas, what has happened? You are not your self.” Legolas finally responded to him but Boromir did not like what he saw. Tears drenched Legolas’ cheeks and the usually porcelain white face was now flushed red. Thinking quickly, Boromir scooped some water out of the stream and brought it to the elf’s lips. There was not more than a sip in his hand but Legolas parted his lips and Boromir maneuvered his hand so that the elf might drink.

After accepting a few more sips of water from the man’s palm Legolas calmed and began to fall back into himself. His face felt like it was on fire and he wanted to cool down. He let go of Boromir and lowered his face to the water so that he could splash it; without even having to ask, Boromir reached out and pulled the elf’s golden tresses clear of his face. Legolas cupped water in his hands and brought it to his face to sooth his puffy eyes.

After being refreshed by the water Legolas looked up into the eyes of his companion, there he found nothing but concern and a willingness to lend aid in anyway possible. “Thank you Boromir.” He choked out; his voice was still suffering from the uncontrollable sobs earlier. “I am sorry for troubling you I just do not know what to do anymore.”

“It’s alright my friend, we are all very tired and nay, you have not troubled me.” He laid his weathered hand upon Legolas shoulder. “Gandalf’s death was hard for us all and-”

“Nay, my pain runs far deeper than that and I do not know how to control it anymore.” Legolas did not mean to cut Boromir off like that but the man stayed him before he could apologize.

“I wonder; does this have anything to do with Aragorn.” Legolas’ eyes snapped open; he thought he had done an excellent job of keeping his emotions in check, away from the prying eyes of others. Yet of all people, Boromir was the last person he ever would’ve expected to see his unrequited love for Aragorn; much less understand it. “You needn’t feel ashamed, I have seen the way you look at him.” Boromir’s voice was soft and sympathetic and Legolas found relief in Boromir and found that he could tell nothing but the truth.

“It was a long time ago when Aragorn was still such a young man. No one had ever made me feel as he did. The love we shared had been unlike any other; Aragorn was all I ever needed in all of Middle-earth. I felt like I would do anything for him, even…” He hesitated slightly and looked straight into Boromir’s eyes. “Even give up my immortality for him if…if he asked it of me. I loved him so much. But I was a fool; you see I never told him that with my own words. I just assumed that he knew how much he meant to me.

“But one day, he left Mirkwood and me to return to Rivendell to celebrate his coming of age. He was gone for several months and when I finally saw him again, he was different; he told me that he wished to be with me no longer and that was that. That day, I felt as though my heart had been ripped from me and I cried for days wondering what could have happened to make him turn his back on me.

“I eventually learned of his love for the Lady Arwen. I didn’t want to believe it at first, so I clung to my hope for all these years. I thought my patience would reward me but then I saw Aragorn wearing Arwen’s silver pendant; that’s when I knew beyond doubt that I had lost him for good. But I know why Aragorn chose her over me, she was willing to make the same sacrifice as I for him, only Aragorn needn’t ask it of her; she only asks it of her self.” He sighed pitifully. “I know I can never have him back but …I can’t make myself let go. All those years we shared I will never forget yet Aragorn acts as though they never happened; anything to keep from tainting his relationship with Arwen.”

A moment of silence fell upon the two and Legolas took the opportunity to observe the area around them. The stream was lined with several of the massive trees that Lothlorien was famous for. Looking up at the huge trunks Legolas felt so small and insignificant when compared to the ancient wood. Feeling tired, Legolas slumped up against one of the roots that branched out from a tree that grew from the very spot there were sitting at.

Boromir watched as the elf leaned up against the enormous tree root. Legolas looked not only tired but defeated as well. “It mocks me,” Legolas said bitterly, “every time I see him coddle that pendant it mocks me.” The elf’s usually melodic voice was now one of sadness. “But please do not misunderstand, I do not begrudge Arwen at all, she is very fortunate to have someone like Aragorn at her side but still…I feel so alone.”

Legolas pulled his knees up to his chest and lay his head upon them. “I have never felt so confused in all my life, I just do not understand. Please forgive me; I had no intention to lay my burdens upon you.” Boromir knew the elf must’ve been feeling better since he had fallen back into his more formal composure.

“All is well Legolas; I have noticed for some time that something was ailing you. I would’ve asked sooner but you always seemed to be so distant and I didn’t know what to do. But thank you for your confidence in me now and I am glad I could be of aid.” He gave Legolas a firm squeeze on the shoulder. “But to be honest I thought women were the only ones who had trouble with men.” It was an attempt to lighten the mood and it worked for Boromir was rewarded with a chuckle from the elf and the two of them shared in a hardy laugh. After it was over Boromir spoke once again. “Legolas I do not know if this helps but I believe that Aragorn does not mean to hurt you intentionally. Being a mortal he cannot dwell on the past for very long, he must look to his future. He is heir to the throne of Gondor, a future king; therefore I needn’t explain why Arwen fits in to his destiny so well.”

Boromir saw Legolas’ head drop, he knew that Legolas understood perfectly well why Arwen was a better choice as a companion for Aragorn than himself; a king would not need just a companion, he would also need someone who could give him heirs. Despite the grim reality of Legolas’ situation; Boromir had to speak his mind.
“But for what it’s worth, I think any one would have to be a complete fool to let some one like you go. You shouldn’t have to be alone.”

Legolas found himself looking at Boromir in a whole new light. His words were very touching and he had no idea that Boromir held him in such high regards. It was then that Legolas realized that he had been paying so much attention to Aragorn that he never noticed that everything he wanted was by his side, secretly watching over him the whole time. Legolas moved on all fours and covered the short distance between the two of them and without warning; covered Boromir’s lips with his own.

It was a light feathery kiss. Boromir was very passive throughout the duration of the kiss, he did not participate but nor did he resist. Legolas pulled away completely dumbfounded; no one had ever turned down his advances before and he blushed furiously. “What is wrong?” He moved back a little.

“Legolas you know I would like too but I do not think it wise. There are far too many other matters right now.” The shade of his eyes told the story of his love and longing for the elf but there was something else too. Conflicting feelings that threatened to break the man in half if he let them.

“You say it is unwise but yet you do not deny that you have feelings for me and what do you mean by other matters?” His eyes were shinning with unshed tears. Boromir looked at him and Legolas could see the turmoil in his eyes.

“I think you know.” Boromir said frankly and Legolas needed no explanation. It was the ring and its influence over Boromir; it called to him all the time and with each passing day the ring found a new way to torment the man. Reality set in hard upon Legolas and he knew that Boromir was fighting a desperate battle against the shadow within himself; it was battle in which Legolas could lend no real aid because in the end it would be Boromir and Boromir alone who ultimately decided the outcome.

“So then it is hopeless?” He said as his head solemnly dropped. Legolas shut his eyes tightly and he could feel the sting of tears behind his eyelids and his shoulders were shaking to. All of his finicky motions ceased when he felt to warm and weathered hands on his face. The hands lifted his face and Legolas found himself staring into Boromir’s green eyes. Legolas was ensnared by the sudden change, Boromir’s eyes were so clear and bright; like all of the years, heart ache and toil had been lifted from his soul leaving behind nothing but hope and faith.

Legolas let Boromir pull him closer until he sat on Boromir’s lap with one leg on each side of the man’s waist. Legolas gasped as he was swiftly wrapped in a tight embrace. Instantly Legolas circled his own arms around Boromir’s neck; he felt so content taking in the man’s warmth and breathing him in so deep. Legolas was faintly aware that the fastens of his silver tunic were being undone but he pulled away slightly to give Boromir better access anyway. He sighed when Boromir’s callused hands parted the fabric exposing his neck and probed the flawless skin. He felt a slight tickle from the man’s beard on the left side of his neck where Boromir’s head rested. Suddenly, Boromir’s lips made contact with Legolas’ flesh at the base of his neck.

Legolas hissed as he felt Boromir’s lips part and begin to nibble at his neck. He was pulled closer when Boromir’s arms wrapped around his waist and Legolas relaxed into the embrace. Boromir nipped, sucked and licked while keeping his lips clamped firmly down on that same section of flesh. The action stirred a tingling sensation that traveled from the elf’s neck all the way to the very tips his toes and back.

Legolas leaned into the embrace as much as he possibly could hungry for more contact. Boromir responded by bucking his hips into the elf’s splayed legs and they each could feel the heat of the others arousal. Legolas buried his fingers in Boromir’s hair as the man sucked harder on the elf’s neck and Legolas’ breathing came in wanton little pants. Whatever Boromir was doing to him Legolas had never experienced it before and he didn’t want it to stop. Legolas cried out louder and just when he thought that might actually climax, Boromir let go and Legolas collapsed in his arms.

He rested for a few minutes before casually floating out of Boromir’s arms. Legolas blinked his eyes to try and clear up the fog in his head. As he did he lifted one of his hands to the wet spot on his neck; a sharp hiss escaped his lips when he felt the abrasion that Boromir had sucked into existence. The elf looked confused and so Boromir pulled Legolas back to him and kissed his forehead before shifting their bodies so that they both leaned up against a tree root. Once Legolas rested comfortably with his lower body between Boromir’s legs and his upper body against his chest, Boromir whispered into Legolas’ ear. “If there is any hope for the two of us, we will know by the time this mark fades.” He gently rubbed his hand over Legolas’ neck once more and then planted little kisses on his face.

/By the time this mark fades/ Legolas repeated in his mind and he felt a chill in his spine. He knew that it wouldn’t be long before the mark healed; that meant that whatever fate had in mind for them; it was coming very soon. Boromir could feel Legolas begin to shake in his arms and they moved to meet each other’s gazes. They both knew that they were powerless before the hand of fate; yet at the same time, it seemed cruel that they had so little time to be together, especially when they had just found each other.

“Hold me.” Legolas said solemnly and he rested upon Boromir’s chest. Boromir warmly complied and Legolas slipped into the realm of elven dreams safe in Boromir’s arms.

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Aragorn had finished preparing the boat that would carry Boromir’s lifeless body to and over the falls. His shield had been set at the head of the boat and his head was rested against it. His hands were folded over the hilt of his sword and all of his other possessions were laid beside him. Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli took a moment to look at their departed friend and ally. His was an image of peace and Aragorn’s tears ran freely from his eyes as he secured Boromir’s bracers to his own wrists. Aragorn would no doubt treasure them; tokens to remember Boromir; the man that had taught Aragorn (who had been raised by elves) that the race of men; troubled though they may be; had so much to offer the world in the way of bravery and honor.

Boromir died fighting to protect the two hobbits, Merry and Pippin from Uruk-hai; unnatural creatures sent to capture the ring bearer and kill the remaining members of the fellowship. Boromir had fought until he literally couldn’t stand anymore. The hobbits were still taken captive despite his efforts but he did not fail either; he had provided Frodo and Sam with the precious time they needed to escape the monsters and make it out of harms way; even if it were only for the time being.

The boat slowly drifted at first but then picked up speed as the current captured it. Legolas remained neutral as he watched the boat that bore Boromir’s body ever closer to the edge. Suddenly, the boat bobbed up and down violently and then it was gone. The boat vanished like it never was; taking Boromir’s body with it and Legolas could feel his heart sink in his chest. His hand came up to his neck and his fingers lightly brushed what was left of the mark that Boromir had given him. He remembered what Boromir told him, that if there were any hope for the two of them, they would know by the time the mark healed. /You lied to me; the mark is not yet healed/ he thought bitterly as he brushed the rose red abrasion. All he wanted to do was collapse to the ground and cry out his frustration and grief. He cursed his decision to even come on this quest. He wanted to aid in the destruction of the ring but he had really hoped that by doing so he might win back the heart of Aragorn, the man he thought he loved. He came to be by Aragorn’s side only to feel further from the man than he ever thought possible.

Aragorn would never return to him and the elf found him self wondering why fate had chosen to be so cruel as to bring Boromir and himself together only to steal the man away from him forever. But Legolas suddenly found himself thinking of Boromir and how he fought till the very end to protect the hobbits, how he redeemed himself in battle. /Boromir would want me to be strong/ Yes, if Boromir could carry on then so could he. Legolas lifted his head up high just as an elven prince should knowing Boromir would want him to; but it did little to lessen the grief he felt or the fact that once again, he was alone.

Aragorn gave the group a few more minutes before speaking. “We must be off now, we must track down Merry and Pippin before it is too late.” He took one last look at the falls and wiped the last of his tears away. “Come my friends, there is much we have yet to do.”

Gimli Secured his axe to his back and went to the side of his elven friend. “Come on lad, there is no more here that we may do. We must hurry if we are to save our other companions.” The dwarf’s voice was gruff as always but his sympathy rang clear in his words. Legolas gave the dwarf a firm squeeze on the shoulder. Gimli set off after Aragorn and Legolas followed as well but not before looking back one last time at the falls that bore away the body of the one he had come to love.

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“COME, WE ARE GAINING ON THEM!” Aragorn cried as he motioned for his two weary but determined companions to follow him. They had been pursing their quarry for nearly three days now and had tracked the orcs that had taken the Hobbits from Amon Hen all the way to the plains of Rohan. They were all very tired, even Legolas, with all of elven endurance; was beginning to feel the strain of the exertion that seemed to have no end. But he carried on.

Life was moved like a montage of going from one place to another looking for the two hobbits. It was in Rohan that they learned from the horse lords that the two hobbits might possibly be dead, killed accidentally in a raid intended to destroy the fell orcs. The three of them were grieved to learn this but they had to keep looking. Legolas prayed to any god that would listen that the hobbits were still alive. Legolas really didn’t think he could take it if the little ones died, not when Boromir had given so much to help Merry and Pippin.

The trio pressed on and finally ended up in Fangorn Forest; it was there that they found someone whom they never expected to see ever again. Gandalf enveloped them in an aura of light and proclaimed that he had returned to aid them. Legolas stood in awe as the Istari told them that they needn’t worry, the hobbits were safe and that they now must make haste to Edoras, the capitol of Rohan for that is where they were now needed.

Legolas heard Gandalf’s words but for some reason, all things were distant. He thought he would fall to the ground and thank the Valar that the hobbits were safe and that he would be happy that Gandalf had returned to lead them. But instead, Legolas only felt the slightest relief and his heart remained heavy. Something was happening to him and he knew it. But he did not wish to burden the others with his troubles, not when they had so much left to do.

Joined with their leader once again, Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas followed the wizard to the capitol of Rohan.

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Gandalf could not have of been more correct, the kingdom of Rohan was in dire need of aid. Gandalf fought to free king Théoden from the evil spell of Saruman and Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas fought to keep the king’s guards away so Gandalf could complete the exorcism.

The king convulsed in his throne for a few minutes and then Gandalf lowered his hand and backed away. Eowyn, the king’s niece, rushed to the side of the decrepit old man. She whispered for him to wake up and the king responded to her pleas. Théoden raised his head; his life had been restored to him. Instantly, the house rejoiced upon their lord’s return to normal and just as quickly, the traitor Wormtongue was exiled out of the city.

Legolas stood by the entire time, his eyes taking in everything. The wizard’s magic, the restoration of the king to his throne and the hope arise in the people when they realized there king had come back to guide them. Legolas saw everything but no emotion seemed to register within his being, nothing seemed to sink in at all.

After things calmed down Gandalf took council with the king. There was a lot to discuss and much to be decided. Aragorn and Gimli sat at a table in the king’s hall and Legolas leaned up against a pillar not too far away.

Across the hall, Eowyn stood by waiting to fulfill any request the king might give her. But her glance shifted from time to time over to the three unique guests. Two were sitting at the table while the other, an elf, stood idle against a pillar. The man called Aragorn fascinated Eowyn but she found her attention focused upon the elf. He seemed lost in his own thoughts and completely oblivious to the world around him. She also found herself wondering if elves were supposed to be that pale.

Gimli took a gulp of ale while he listened to Gandalf and the king converse. The conversation wasn’t going all that well. Gimli, suffering from a short attention span (especially when it came to diplomacy) began following an intricate gold pattern on the wall. He followed the gold weaves with his eyes until they ended on the other wall across the hall. It was then that he spied the lady Eowyn staring in the direction of him and his two companions. He thought the lassie was staring at the ranger but when Gimli looked for himself he was completely surprised; she was looking at Legolas.

Gimli almost laughed out loud when he thought the elf and not the ranger took her, but upon second glance at the elf, Gimli was taken aback. Legolas stood like a statue (as usual) but his head was dropped, his eyes centered on the floor and his skin was unnaturally pale; almost sickly white. What troubled Gimli the most were the elf’s eyes, they seemed so subdued and cloudy; not sharp and crystal blue like Gimli was used to. Gimli and the lady shared a quick glance with each other and it was obvious that the concern for the elf was mutual. Gimli shrugged at Eowyn before turning his head back to Aragorn. Aragorn was too enthralled with Gandalf’s efforts to sway the king into taking steps to fortify Rohan against the enemy. It was obvious that the man did not wish to have his attention diverted from the conversation that he jumped in and out of. Eowyn and Gimli, not knowing what to do; returned their attention to the conversing wizard and king.

The events of the past several days were spinning through Legolas’ head like a tornado through a field. His memory was in a jumble of sounds, sensations and different people talking all at once. Voices so many voices, they were all fighting for dominance in the elf’s mind and Legolas began to feel overwhelmed by it all. His hands were shaking and his breathing was irregular, but no one seemed to notice.

The images from both past and present began to synchronize with the voices and clear memories began to flash in and out of Legolas’ mind. One in particular kept coming in and out of focus. It was of Boromir and how he told Legolas that if there were any hope of a future for Legolas and him self, they would know by the time the mark that Boromir had given him healed. Boromir’s broken body lying still upon the funeral boat quickly replaced this image. It was followed by images of Legolas trailing the hobbits with Aragorn and Gimli and how Legolas feared that they would not be in time to save them; he didn’t want to fail Boromir. Then one memory came up and completely wiped out all of the others. It was Gandalf telling them his news of the fate of Merry and Pippin; Gandalf said that they were safe.

/You see Boromir, Merry and Pippin are safe; you did not die in vain. I just wish you were still with me/

Legolas’ mind once again became a maelstrom of images from the past and present whirling around and around and Legolas felt helpless to stop any of it. Legolas was caught in an ever quickening rapid of thought and sensation; he didn’t know what was happening to him and feared that he would soon drown in his own distorted memories.

Aragorn arose once the king and the wizard stepped down from the thrown daises. Gandalf and the king did not have an agreement but an understanding. It was decided that the people of the city would be moved to Helm’s deep for safekeeping. Only there would the king come to a final decision on the impending war once his people were safe. They would leave for the fortress as soon as possible.

Legolas watched as Gandalf, King Théoden and Aragorn walked towards the doorway to the great hall. Legolas could see them but his vision was blurring and getting worse by the second. Legolas was suffering in his mind, body and especially within his heart. Images of Boromir kept flashing through his mind and the feeling of utter hopelessness mingled with an overwhelming sense of loneliness. It was all coming so fast and Legolas felt powerless to stop it, any of it. As his vision began to darken, Legolas saw Aragorn walk right by him. Aragorn didn’t even look at Legolas as he passed.

Legolas watched the man’s back as he passed; it was obvious that Aragorn had no inkling of the distress that Legolas was in. Legolas was drowning in his own grief and he felt like no one cared to even look at him. He felt just as lonely as he had that night in Lothlórien when he accepted that he would never win Aragorn from Arwen and he ran away from the pain only to find himself in Boromir’s arms. He had thought he was alone but Boromir had noticed his pain and understood his feelings, he showed Legolas that he was not alone. But now Boromir was gone forever, Legolas no longer had those arms to run to anymore. Legolas felt like he couldn’t breathe and the lights of the hall became dim and then, there was only darkness. /Some one help/ were his last thoughts before falling into oblivion.

Aragorn was about to speak with the king when a woman’s startled voice suddenly penetrated the room. “Master elf?” Eowyn cried followed by an alarmed huff by Gimli. Aragorn turned in time to see Legolas fall to the floor. The elf hit hard on the stone floor and lay as still as a corpse.

“LEGOLAS!” Aragorn shouted as he strode to the elf’s side. Gimli came just as quickly and Eowyn too. Aragorn turned the elf onto his a back and without Aragorn even having to ask; Eowyn quickly folded the dark shawl she was wearing into a pillow for the elf’s head.

“What is wrong? What ails him?” Eowyn asked frantically.

Gandalf kneeled down and began to examine the elf. “We need to get him to a bed; quickly!” Eowyn was on her feet in an instant and beckoned to the wizard to follow her. Aragorn scooped up the body of the listless elf and carried him as he followed the woman and the wizard to the resting chambers with Gimli and Théoden in tow.

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Eowyn pulled the covers back and Aragorn placed Legolas on the mattress. He removed the elf’s cloak, weapons and boots so that he would be more comfortable. Once he was done, Eowyn pulled the covers over the still figure and Gandalf stepped in to better examine Legolas.

Everyone in the room was asking what was wrong with the elf and Gandalf had to shout for silence. But Gandalf had a very clear idea of what ailed the elf prince and by the time he was done with his examination his fears were confirmed. “Legolas is wasting in sadness.” Gandalf said grimly. Everyone around him was in shock and disbelief. Eowyn especially and Aragorn had to explain that elves could die from severe pain and emotional trauma. Even with the explanation, it did not make the prognosis any easier to accept.

“Gandalf, is there anything that we could do to save him?” Aragorn asked compassionately. Every one else in the room chimed in, hoping that there was a way to save Legolas’ immortal life. Gandalf thought for a minute before responding.

“There might be one thing we could try. Legolas’ spirit has faded but it is not lost. Perhaps if we sent a sympathetic spirit to his, he just might return. But it is risky; if Legolas is too far-gone the spirit of the sympathizer could be lost as well. But as things stand, it is the only option left to us.” Aragorn volunteered instantly and Gandalf asked everyone else to step out of the room.

Gimli, Eowyn and the king did as asked. Théoden asked his niece to keep him informed if there were any change in the elf’s condition before excusing himself to discuss the matters he and the wizard had talked about earlier with his troops. Gimli stared at the door, he felt guilty for he had noticed that Legolas was troubled yet he had done nothing. “A sympathetic spirit, I think everyone could do with one of those.” Gimli said sadly and his head dropped. Eowyn heard his plea and placed a hand on his shoulder. Her sympathetic spirit was there if he cared to use it.

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Legolas was in a place that was unlike anywhere he had ever been before. It was like a grand hall that had the structural beauty of Rivendell but the foreboding atmosphere of Lothlórien.

Legolas found himself walking in this hall that seemed to go on forever. He had no idea where he was going but he continued anyway. He walked passed doors, through corridors and archways; they just went on and on. The more he continued though, the more tired he began to feel. Rest, he wanted a place where he could rest.

But there was no furniture in this hallway, just endless corridors and it was dark too, and it just seemed to get darker. Legolas was beginning to get scared. Was he doomed to wander this dark place alone forever with no one to comfort him? He was frightened; frightened enough to break down and cry like a child far from home. But he was ultimately tired and his fatigue won over his fear. Legolas’ legs gave out and he sank to the floor, it was neither cold nor warm nor soft or hard. Legolas stretched out and the darkness encroached upon him, it was scaring him but he was too tired to do anything. Was the dark going to consume him, would he be lost to it forever? His soul cried out for help and low and behold, a sympathetic spirit heeded his plea and went to him.

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Inside the room, Gandalf prepped Aragorn as best as he could. When an elf willingly let its spirit go to free itself from grief, it is nearly impossible to bring it back. Gandalf had agreed to let Aragorn take up such a task because he was one of the few people who actually knew of Aragorn and Legolas’ history together. Perhaps if Aragorn could prove that he still cared, Legolas would come back.

When Aragorn was ready, Gandalf instructed Aragorn to lie down beside Legolas on the bed and take the elf’s hand. Aragorn was to clear his head and focus all of his life energy into the grip and Gandalf would use his magic to try and anchor Aragorn’s spirit in case the worst should happen.

Aragorn did his best to clear his mind and focus only upon the past that he and Legolas once shared. He waited for his body to go numb and his spirit to pass on to the place where he hoped to find Legolas. But nothing was happening, nothing at all. He squeezed the elf’s hand and tried harder but still nothing.

“Aragorn let go.” Gandalf said frankly.

Aragorn’s heart froze in his chest when he heard the wizard’s voice. Did Legolas just pass on for good? Did he fail to bring Legolas back before he even tried?

“Where ever Legolas is he is not alone!” The wizard stated.

“What?” Aragorn looked at the wizard in complete confusion.

“When I tried to open the channel between your mind and Legolas’ I found that there is already someone with Legolas.” So another had already reached out to the prince, but whom? Neither man nor wizard knew exactly, they just hoped that who ever it was could return Legolas to them safely.

“Legolas, please come back.” Aragorn said mournfully. “Please come back Legolas…”

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“Legolas, Legolas can you hear me?” The voice sounded familiar but Legolas was still lost in the dark. “Legolas.” The voice came again and this time Legolas felt a hand brush the side of his face. The elf stirred in his sleep; suddenly he felt the hand lightly caress the left side of neck. The hand was callused and worn but the touch was sweet and tender, just like Boromir’s touch.

When the name crossed Legolas’ mind his heart was filled with longing. “Boromir…” Legolas said wistfully in his sleep. “Why did you have to go away and leave me?” his eyes fluttered behind his shut eyelids and tears were seeped out.

“I’m not gone Legolas, I’m here, with you.” The voice was very close and focused, not dreamlike at all. The motion of a thumb brushing the part of the elf’s neck where a slight red mark still lingered followed it. “I’m here my love.”

Legolas’ eyes snapped open to see Boromir; he was glowing with life and a smile graced his face and his eyes were free from the strife that often colored them. Legolas thought him a trick of the darkness but he had to be sure. “Are…are you real?” Legolas stammered. He was answered by a gentle kiss.

Legolas knew by now that this was no dream; Boromir was there with him, there to comfort him. “But how is this possible?” Legolas’ lips still brushed Boromir’s as he spoke.

“I knew you were alone in the dark, I had to come.” He pushed a little more force into the kiss.

Without any hesitation Legolas flung himself into Boromir’s arms. He was rewarded by a tight embrace and there kiss only deepened. The embrace tightened and Legolas thought he would literally have every last breath squeezed from him. But that would be just fine, as long as he was in the arms of his love. “You’ve come back to me.”

“I could hear your spirit crying and I knew that you needed my help. I’ve come to bring you out of the darkness.” He caressed the golden head as he spoke.

“Yes, please take me away from this awful place.” Tears of Joy trailed out of his eyes and Boromir tenderly wiped them away.

“As you wish my beloved.” Legolas could feel Boromir scoop him up into his arms and carry him away from that place of shadows.

Legolas nuzzled into the arms that cradled him so gingerly. “Where are we going?”

“Away from here, a place where we can be together.” Boromir simply stated. Legolas didn’t mind really, where ever they were going he and Boromir would be together.

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The plains of Rohan faded as dusk came over them. People retired to their homes and servants lit the lamps to illuminate the palace when the daylight waned. But several occupants of the palace tended to other matters. Aragorn held vigil over Legolas. He insisted upon being there even though Gimli and Gandalf had offered to take turns looking after the elf so that he could rest for a while. But Aragorn remained, in his heart he felt responsible for Legolas’ present state. He should’ve paid more attention to Legolas, should’ve made sure Legolas was all right. It was true; he did love Arwen now and always would. Arwen would always come first but that didn’t mean that he had forgotten Legolas. Now, Legolas was suffering from grief and Aragorn could do nothing by wait and hope that whatever spirit had gone to Legolas would be able to bring him back.

He had been by the elf’s side for some time now and he was beginning to nod off. He had tried to stay alert to catch any change in Legolas’ condition, should it happen, but the stress of the last several days was taking it toll on him and he drifted off to sleep. The creaking of door hinges startled him awake and before the ranger could regain his composure, Gandalf had already laid a comforting hand upon his shoulder. “Gandalf, it is only you.” The ranger said wearily.

“I thought you would like to know that the king of Rohan has agreed to aid us, when the time is ready of course. Rohan is a small country but her people are proud warriors; there is hope for us yet.” Gandalf could tell right away that his good news on their strategic situation did nothing to soothe Aragorn. The man was still enveloped in his vigil over Legolas.

“Has there been any change at all?” Gandalf didn’t know why he asked really. Maybe it was an attempt to distract Aragorn or simply for the sake of speaking.

“No, he remains in sleep but still, he does look peaceful though.” He took a brief glance at Legolas’ face. The elf looked like a child having a happy dream. “Still I can’t believe I couldn’t reach him with my own spirit, mayhap I am not worthy of him anymore.” Gandalf squeezed Aragorn’s shoulder a little tighter as the man continued. “You know about our past together. I have to admit that I had my doubts as to his motives for joining the fellowship; a part of me believed that he was still trying to get me back. I guess I will never know but I was glad that he came. I just didn’t know if he understood that I was in love with someone else so I just treated him accordingly; he probably thought that I had forgotten all about him.” He rested his forehead in his hand.

Gandalf could only sympathize, Aragorn’s issues of the heart were his own and Legolas was the one he would have to square with. But Gandalf also wondered if it had anything to do with the spirit that had taken his place in Legolas’ time of need. “Aragorn, I see Legolas and I can tell you that he is stable for now but I wonder, do you have any idea who it might be that exists with him in the spirit world?”

Aragorn looked up at the wizard. “I have no idea who it is or who it might be for that matter. What we do know is that who ever it is has already passed on, perhaps a dead relative or friend; I cannot say for sure.” Aragorn sounded as defeated as ever. They had no idea who it was that reached out to Legolas from beyond the grave and if Legolas died, they would never know. Waiting was the only option left to them at this point. Waiting and praying that they would not loose yet another companion on this journey.

Legolas remained still on the bed. His breathing was shallow but even and despite the danger that he was in; he looked incredibly peaceful.

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Peace, that was all that Legolas could feel in Boromir’s arms. It was almost like the feeling of peace itself was something tangible; like Legolas could just wrap himself up in it like a blanket. Boromir carried him into a room and lay him down upon a bed. It was soft and adorned by a beautiful blanket and several throws. But of all the lavish fabrics, Legolas was the most gorgeous thing upon the bed. “So beautiful.” Boromir whispered softly. He placed a gentle kiss upon the elf’s lips.

Legolas could feel himself growing stronger with Boromir by his side, like he was drawing strength from the man’s gentle touch. /Finally/ he thought /now Boromir and I can become one, after all we have been through we will be joined at last/ “Boromir, lets us be together…” He kissed Boromir’s lips. “Together…now.” The arms around Legolas tightened and his lips were enveloped by a passionate kiss.

Legolas moaned as Boromir’s tongue bided entry into the warm mouth, Legolas, feeling playful, clamped his jaws shut; if Boromir wanted in he would have to work for it. Boromir could feel the resistance he was met with and understood right away what Legolas was doing and pulled away. “Two can play at this came.” There was sly smile on his face. He threw himself on the elf’s body and thrust his hips into the splayed the thighs. Legolas gasped from the swift sensation of heat that devoured his body and Boromir took advantaged and claimed the hot mouth.

Legolas welcomed the invasion and wrapped his limbs around the body that covered him. His hands probed the broad shoulders and then over the back. Legolas’ hands felt the leather of Boromir’s green over tunic and it frustrated him; he wanted to feel skin. He wanted to feel the warmth of Boromir’s flesh covering him and nothing else.

Boromir could feel hands tugging on his clothes and he in turn began to fumble with the elf’s clothes as well. He wanted to feel the soft flesh and gaze at the unfettered porcelain skin color. They both wanted to see and feel each other and with out words, Boromir raised his body off of Legolas and began work on spoiling the elf of his cumbersome garments. It was as if there minds were in perfect sync and they worked together in the way that they moved so that Boromir could remove Legolas’ clothes that much easier. Finally Legolas stood in the room naked for Boromir to see. He stepped back so that he could admire the beauty standing before him; waiting to be taken by him.

Legolas felt his skin come alive under Boromir’s eyes; he knew that Boromir was taking in every detail of his body and when their eyes connected there was nothing but passion and desire and Legolas felt almost like Boromir were making love to him with his eyes. Legolas wanted to feast his eyes as well; he reached for Boromir and with the same cooperation he rid the man of his clothes. Now they were the same, face-to-face and exposed simply admiring each other.

Boromir stepped forward and clasped Legolas’ face with his hands; he placed a gentle kiss on the elf’s eyelids and his hands began to explore the soft flesh of the elf’s neck and shoulders. His hand brushed over the left side of Legolas’ neck and his eyes spied a faint red mark, the same mark that he had given to Legolas. The mark had just about healed and he kissed it gently and then continued his exploration of Legolas’ magnificent body.

Legolas shut his eyes and breathed deeply as Boromir’s hands grew bolder in their movement on his body. He could feel them rub all over his back, the front of his body and he gasped when they brushed over his nipples. Boromir heard that gasp and he knew just how to get Legolas to do it again. His head dipped and he planted feathery kisses on the elf’s chest and worked his way towards one of the rosy nipples and covered it with his mouth.

Legolas felt his knees buckle at the warm wet sensation and he would’ve collapsed had it not been for one of Boromir’s arms supporting him. Boromir used his free hand to massage the other nipple while he alternately sucked and breathed on the other. These actions derived a symphony of groans and wanton pants from the elf. Boromir knew that Legolas was in a great deal of ecstasy but he was only beginning.

Legolas groaned mournfully as the sweet sensations that were bestowed upon his nipples suddenly ceased. He almost felt devastated that Boromir had stopped and now he was moving away. Boromir sat down on the intricate bed and beckoned Legolas to come closer to him. Legolas, in an instant, was standing in front of his lover. By this time his body was alive and eager for more of his lover’s touch but Boromir did nothing but look up at him and it was torture for Legolas. “Please,” He begged, “please touch me. I need to feel your hands upon me.”

“Hold still for me.” He wrapped his arms around the waist of his precious elf and drew him close. Legolas giggled as he felt the man’s beard brush against the soft part of his lower abdomen. Legolas could feel butterfly kisses descending even lower to the center of his passion. Legolas braced himself as he felt those lips at the base of his erection but the sensation of being taken in by a hot mouth was enough to buckle him to his very soul.

Boromir steadied the elf by gripping his hips and holding tightly as he swallowed Legolas to the hilt. He relished in the taste, the enticing moans and the fingers that swirled in his hair. He pulled back only to take the elf in again and he repeated the rhythm over and over again; he wanted to free Legolas of his pain. He could feel Legolas tremble as the pleasure mounted; he was close to his climax, his body sweated and his moans turned into rapid gasps for breath. Boromir sucked harder and faster causing Legolas the most exquisite agony.

Legolas gripped Boromir’s hair as the heat gathered in the center of his body. He threw his head back and bucked his hips forward. His body began to quake and his breath caught in his lungs as Legolas tried not to give in; he wanted this to last. The wants of his body won him over though and he toppled over the edge screaming his climax.

Boromir tasted the sweet essence of Legolas fill his mouth and his cries of release were music to his ears. He released Legolas’ throbbing member and caught him as he crumbled in his arms. Legolas was completely spent but his face was a portrait of serenity. Boromir held the elf still and stole the beautiful mouth with his own once again.

Legolas let his body rest in Boromir’s arms and he gladly welcomed the kiss. Not only was he tasting Boromir, he was tasting himself as well; he wanted more. Legolas massaged Boromir’s tongue with his own in an effort to deepen the kiss. It worked for Boromir began to chase the elf’s tongue and the two of them reveled in the taste of each other all the while feeling a strong energy between them.

The two of them broke their kiss and made themselves comfortable on the bed. They lay facing each other; there bodies gently touching at random points. Boromir swept a hand over Legolas’ creamy skin; it was like touching pure silk and he wished to explore every plain of Legolas’ flesh. Reading Boromir’s gestures, Legolas rolled onto his back and lay flat allowing Boromir to explore unhindered.

Boromir kneeled between Legolas’ splayed legs, leaned forward and cupped Legolas’ face in his hands as though it were the most precious thing in the world. But then again, that is exactly how Boromir felt about Legolas. “You are more valuable to me then anything I could ever name.” He caressed the elf’s neck and shoulders. “And you are the most beautiful person the Valar ever made.” His hands roamed all over the white chest, along the arms and back to the shoulders again. Legolas wallowed in the sweet caresses and he could feel himself growing hard again under Boromir’s ministrations.

Legolas lifted his hands and caught a hold of the arms that loved his body so tenderly. He ran his hands up Boromir’s arms as far as he could reach; it wasn’t enough, he wanted to feel more, needed to feel more. “Come closer, I need to feel you closer to me.” Boromir allowed himself to be beckoned by the elf and he came forward. He settled down upon the ethereal body. He felt nimble hands creep up his arms, over his shoulders and sweep over his back. Boromir covered him like a blanket; his head nestled in the crook of Legolas’ neck and shoulder kissing the supple flesh. Legolas arched his body, his member brushed against Boromir’s belly deriving a deep moan from him. Boromir returned the favor and pushed his whole body upon Legolas.

Boromir playfully held Legolas down with his own body and Legolas responded by wrapping Boromir in his legs and tightening his arms around the man’s back. There bodies were so close now and yet they could become so much closer. “It is time Boromir.” Legolas whispered. “It is time for us to become one.” He kissed Boromir’s cheek. Boromir kissed Legolas on the lips and pushed his body upon the elf. Legolas licked his lips, a gesture that sent heat shooting to the center of Boromir’s body. But instead of taking the elf as they were, he lifted his body up off of Legolas and retreated to where he originally sat on the bed.

“Come to me my love.” He said with his arms open, ready to accept his lover. Legolas dreamily lifted himself up and glided into Boromir’s embrace. Once again those strong arms took him and Legolas settled onto Boromir’s lap. He felt his hips being raised up and guided by Boromir’s hands; Legolas braced himself by gripping Boromir’s shoulders; it was time and in an instant, the two of them became one.

Legolas took Boromir entirely into his body but there was no pain, all he felt was the ecstasy of their beings merging into one. Legolas had never felt so close to anyone ever in his long existence, even when he was making love to Aragorn; nothing came close to what he was experiencing at this very moment. Legolas felt like pure energy flowed between the two of them, so deep and limitless; there were no words to describe the sensations that welled up in him as Boromir began to move inside of him.

Boromir could sense the contentment in Legolas as he wrapped his arms around his waist and moved him up slowly and then back down again. He wanted to wipe away all of the pain that Legolas had felt, all of the loneliness and regret. As long as Legolas was in his arms, he would only know joy. The two of them established a rhythm and soon Legolas moved up and down, impaling himself upon Boromir’s hard shaft. Boromir reached deep inside of Legolas’ body and cried with abandon. Legolas rocked forward and rubbed his forehead up against Boromir’s and the two of them made eye contact; crystal blue met weathered green. Everything Legolas could ever want or would ever need were right there in those green eyes, right there in the arms that held him now; Boromir was the one he was always meant to be with.

“You are the one Boromir,” He kissed him. “You and no other, just you- forever.” The energy he had been feeling began to mount into something else entirely and he held onto Boromir for dear life. Boromir felt it as well and he held his beloved even tighter; he knew that in this moment they had become joined, not just in body but also in spirit. So long as they both knew that they were bonded in their souls, neither of them would be alone ever again.

The two of them felt the energy reach its peak within their bodies and they held on tightly to each other. They continued to rock in the sensuous rhythm as they awaited climax. Both of them whispered words of love and devotion into the others ear. Legolas nibbled playfully on Boromir’s ear and he was rewarded by stronger and faster thrusts into his body. In one mighty rush, the energy exploded in Legolas’ body and he cried out his love for Boromir as he felt the man’s essence flowing into him. He arched backward so much that he almost fell from Boromir’s arms but he was caught just in time; Boromir would never let him go.

Legolas trembled as a result of the aftermath of his pleasure and he let himself be comforted in the arms of his true love. Boromir remained inside of Legolas for a minute longer; in that minute, their life memories played for each other to see. Boromir saw Mirkwood and all of Legolas’ trials and tribulations while Legolas was able to see Gondor, Boromir’s family and he could even feel the grief that Boromir felt the day his mother passed away. Boromir felt Legolas’ pain as well; he felt the sense of grief and even anger at being rejected by Aragorn and the terrible confusion and loneliness that followed there after. The emotional pain was so intense that they could’ve drowned in it but they didn’t; underneath it all they had each other, they understood each other’s pains and fears. They would always have each other and they rested comfortably in their embrace.

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“Legolas, why will you not wake?” Gimli said as he squeezed the elf’s listless hand. Eowyn was right by the dwarf’s side with a hand upon his shoulder. Gimli looked almost to the point of tears; he truly wanted his friend back by his side. Eowyn had never been so moved, she had grown up hearing tales of the legendary rivalries between elves and dwarves; but Gimli’s devotion to Legolas was enough to make her think that such tales were unfounded.

“Master dwarf, you must have faith that Legolas will return. Besides, Master Gandalf said-”

“I know what Gandalf said; it’s just that…”Gimli began to sob openly. “ This elf is very stubborn. What if he decides to leave after all?” He pressed the back of Legolas’ hand to his forehead (it was almost buried by the bushy red hair) “I am sorry my lady…” he sobbed, “It’s just that Legolas has been such a good friend to me. He thinks all I ever do is pick fights with him but that is how we dwarves socialize.” Eowyn made no effort to suppress a laugh. “I tease and make fun of him but I don’t want anything bad to happen to him. He is a show-off, he may act like he is better than every one else and he is arrogant as well…” Gimli sniffed, “He’s been the best friend a dwarf could ever ask for.”

Eowyn dipped and gave the dwarf a big hug. “Your best friend you say; then he must be able to put up one hell of an argument.” She handed Gimli a handkerchief. He accepted the white cloth and wiped his eyes.

“You have no idea.” Eowyn smiled and Gimli calmed down and went back to his vigil of squeezing the elf’s hand as if trying to will life into the elf. Eowyn was glad that she was able to alleviate Gimli’s bout of panic but she could understand how he felt. She had never seen elves, not while she was awake anyway. When she laid eyes upon Legolas she thought him a waking dream in the nightmare that was her everyday life. How tragic it would be if the first elf that she ever laid eyes upon withered and died in her home. As Gimli continued to talk to Legolas she sent a prayer to any god that was listening that Legolas would find the strength to return to the world and to those who loved him.

“Legolas,” Gimli whispered. “Please wake up. Legolas…”

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Legolas’ eyes snapped open; he thought he heard someone calling his name but who was it? He wanted to go back to sleep but the voice lingered in his mind. The voice seemed familiar but it was also very sad, almost pleading to him. He did not want to leave the bed where he and his beloved now rested but a part of him would not be satisfied until he at least investigated. Taking care not to wake Boromir, Legolas got up from the bed and dressed. As he headed for the door he looked behind him to make sure Boromir was still asleep; what he saw nearly shattered his soul. There lying upon the bed in tattered Gondorian garments was Boromir. He was laying in funeral fashion with his hands folded over his chest and blood seeped out through three holes in his chest; death lay upon like a blanket of snow over blossoms in winter.

Legolas gasped at the grotesque sight and buried his face in his hands; he shook madly and hysteric tears welled in his eyes; he was shattered by what he had seen but he forced himself to look once more. But this time he saw only a sleeping Boromir, uninjured and at peace with his dreams. Legolas had only seen a nightmare, or had he? What he saw felt to real to him to be a nightmare, it felt more like a memory…just like the voice he had heard. Legolas could feel himself going weak in the knees and he left the room; he needed some air.

Boromir could feel that Legolas’ presence was no longer with him. He slowly raised himself from the bed and saw that Legolas was indeed gone. “And so the light calls to him.” He said sadly but also with quiet relief; it would not be long before all could be well again.

Legolas walked down the long narrow corridor; last time he was there he was too weak to even wonder where he was. When Boromir had come to him and they were together, Legolas felt like he had all he would ever need; now something else troubled him. He loved Boromir very much and wanted to be with him but something lingered with in him; like the feeling of guilt one has when they have unfinished business. As he thought more on it, voices began to pour in to his mind. They were all different but very distinct yet each felt like a memory.

“Legolas forgive me; I can no longer be with you for I have chosen another.”

“I will take the ring to Mordor!”

“You have my sword!”

“So be it, you shall be the fellowship of the ring.”

“But for what it’s worth, I think someone would have to be a complete fool to let someone like you go. You shouldn’t have to be alone.” That voice was followed by a vision of Boromir lying in death in an elven canoe; it felt so real.

“No it’s just a dream!” He told himself. “Boromir is not dead and those voices are not real, why do they torment me so?” Legolas cried out in despair; he leaned up against the wall and slumped to the ground.

Boromir came upon Legolas’ slumped figure upon the floor. His back was up against the wall but he clasped the sides of his head with his hands tightly, like he was trying to prevent himself from hearing harsh words. Boromir knelt down next to him and took the body of his precious elf into his arms.

Legolas could feel Boromir help him up off of the ground to his feet. He was so glad of his presence and melted in his arms. “You are here with me are you not? I mean, you are real and the voices are a dream. I was only dreaming, right?” He held Boromir tighter, his head falling onto his shoulder.

“Hush, it is alright. You have to focus on those voices. Focus and you will hear what they are saying to you. “Legolas relaxed into the embrace; he was confused by what Boromir had told him but he had to know what was going on. He was afraid, yes Legolas was afraid but he dropped the barriers in his mind and let the voices come through. They came like a rushing wave upon the shore but he drew the strength he needed from Boromir.

As Legolas focused the voices became clearer to him; to the point he could identify who the speakers were. The declaration of responsibility for the ring was made by a little hobbit and his name was Frodo. The statement of forgiveness brought him back to that dark day in Mirkwood when Aragorn, the one whom he thought would love him forever, turned him away for another. Legolas realized that all he was hearing and seeing were memories, memories that he had blocked out because of the pain they caused. The forging of the fellowship, the journey through Moria to Lothlórien, all of it was coming back to him. But then he remembered Boromir and that he had fallen in battle-he was dead. But if that was true, then how could he possibly be standing in front of Legolas holding him in his arms.

“GET AWAY!” Legolas screamed at the top of his lungs and he pushed Boromir away from him. Legolas felt his blood run cold; had he been taken by some dark magic? “What sorcery is this, are you some foul demon taking the form of my beloved to seduce me?” He cringed as Boromir, or whatever it was, approached him.

“No Legolas, I am no trick of evil or foul magic, I am Boromir; but neither are do your memories lie; I did die and you saw me as I lay lifeless.”

“Then how is it that you are here now; what kind of place is this?” His voice shook with confusion and fear.

“Can you not guess, we are in the hall of Mandos-the place of the dead!”

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Legolas still lay on the bed; it had been a whole day and a night since his collapse. He was no closer to death but neither was he any closer to joining his companions again in the world of living. Gandalf was beginning to fear that Legolas might not ever wake; perhaps his spirit might pass on after all.

Together with Aragorn, Gimli, even Eowyn, and Gandalf held vigil with Legolas and they all prayed for him to come back. For now it was the only option left to them.

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“The hall of Mandos, then did I die as well? Is it because I am dead that we have been able to be together?” Legolas was still in a bit of disbelief. He looked to Boromir for explanation.

“No Legolas. I sinned greatly by trying to take the ring from Frodo and I paid for it with my life. As much as I lament what I tried to do to Frodo; there is one thing I lament even more…” He indicated to the side Legolas’ neck where he had marked him with a promise. “I regretted leaving my promise to you unfulfilled. But I knew you were in pain and succumbing to grief; even Mandos himself sensed that your soul was imperiled so he sent me to you. He wants both of us to put our pain to rest.”

“So I died of grief and Mandos has now reunited us here in the realm of the dead.” He returned to Boromir’s waiting arms. “Then why do my memories still haunt me so? Why can I not be at peace even though I be with you?” Boromir held him tighter.

“Legolas, they haunt you because it is not yet your time. You blocked out the memories to save yourself from more pain as your spirit passed to this realm, your spirit was so weak that it would’ve faded. That is why the shadows threatened to swallow you, you were losing yourself to the darkness but Mandos sent me to save you. When we made love, I gave you all of my strength and now you must accept with your mind what your spirit knows. There is till so much that you have yet to do, you are still greatly needed. You are healed and now you must return to the world of the living.”

“But I do not wish to return, I do not want to feel the pain and the loneliness …I do not wish to be separated from you ever again.” He felt Boromir gently grasp his arms and turn him around so that his back was to Boromir and he faced the long corridor. At the end of it was magnificent light shining with the power of a million stars. It was so beautiful.

“Listen Legolas, you are not as alone as you believe.” Legolas did as Boromir stated. Again he heard the pleas that had awoken him earlier only this time he was sure of what was being said and who was speaking. He heard Gimli calling for him to come back and not to leave him all alone. Legolas had no idea that he had come to mean so much to Gimli; the dwarf was practically crying for him. He could hear lady Eowyn’s prayer for him, he felt Gandalf’s desperate concern for him and of course, he could hear Aragorn lamenting for him, believing that Legolas’ state was his entire fault.

As Legolas listened to their words he felt drawn to them; the same resolve he had when he joined the fellowship to help to save Middle-earth had been rekindled and he realized that he still had much to do in the world. But there was still one last thing. “Boromir, I love you so much, I know now that I must return but I still do not wish to be with out you. I need your spirit to be with me, always. I do not know if I can go on with out you.”

Boromir took Legolas’ hands, pressed them to his lips and kissed them gently. “I will always be with you, we are bonded in spirit now and wherever you go, I shall always be near. And when the time comes and the world goes dark, we shall meet again on this side, only then will it be forever.”

Legolas found his heart once again and knew that he would carry a part of Boromir back with him to Middle-earth and Boromir would also carry a part of himself with him in the spirit world. So in a way, both Legolas and Boromir existed in both worlds and as long as that was so, they would never truly be separated.

All was right once again; Boromir had repented for his sin in full and could pass on in peace while Legolas was now free of the pain that haunted him. Drawing strength from their spiritual bond, Boromir went to where he had to go and Legolas returned with a healed spirit to where he needed to be.

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Something warm and leathery gripped his hand but Legolas did not know what it was. He gripped it harder, the next thing he knew he heard a gruff voice proclaim that he was waking and that every one should come over. Legolas felt the warm grip on his hand squeeze even harder and he opened his eyes.

A face, nearly buried by a bushy brown beard, greeted his eyes and the only prominent feature was a big round nose. He was looking into the face of Gimli the dwarf; his hand was being squeezed by Gimli’s gloved hand. Legolas made eye contact with Gimli. Gimli’s eyes were red from lack of sleep and from worry but also from tears just like the ones that began to well up in his eyes. “Gimli” Legolas said, his voice was still a little weak. “Forgive me, I am sorry to have worried you.” Gimli burst out into sobs and threw his head on Legolas’ chest.

“You stubborn elf, do not ever do that to me again. I was so worried that you would die a. If you died, then who would I have to argue with?” Legolas chuckled and put an arm around the Dwarf’s massive, hair covered head.

“Oh Gimli, do not cry I am right here. You shall not be rid of me so easily.” He patted the dwarf’s head.

Gimli moved away so that the others could see Legolas. Gandalf breathed a sigh of relief as he examined Legolas with his magic. Legolas was still weak but he would make a full recovery. Lady Eowyn was relieved as well that the elf had pulled through and she told Legolas that he was very lucky to have a friend like Gimli who stayed by his side. Legolas was truly surrounded by friends and his heart beat with joy as his life force grew strong again. Gandalf tried ushering Eowyn and Gimli away to rest for they had been with Legolas for so long but they refused to leave him. It was Legolas who finally convinced them to take rest by insisting that he would be just fine and on his word, they did so. When Gandalf was satisfied that he was no longer needed he went to go take council with the king leaving Aragorn and Legolas alone.

Aragorn took up a chair by the bed of the still weary elf. Legolas’ eyes were tracing the gold patterns that decorated the wall of the Rohan dwelling; Aragorn knew that he should let Legolas rest but there were some questions that he wished to have answered. “Legolas…” Legolas turned his head to face Aragorn. “When you collapsed, Gandalf sensed that your spirit was leaving us for the hall of Mandos. We tried to save you by sending my spirit to yours only to find that some one had already gone to you in the spirit world. Who was it that healed you?”

“The one I was meant to be with always. In this life, we were only able to be together for a short while and we made a promise of hope for our future. Now that promise is fulfilled and though we be separated by death, we are joined forever in spirit.” Legolas stared up wistfully; his eyes alight with hope. “One day we shall meet again on the other side.”

Aragorn was in complete awe; the spirit of the one whom he truly loved had healed Legolas. Aragorn wanted to ask who it was, he heard Legolas say that they were only together for a short time and then it came to him-could it really be; Boromir? In truth though, Aragorn would never really know, for it was not his place to ask but he felt positive that it was Boromir’s spirit that reached out from beyond the grave and saved Legolas from an untimely end. Aragorn squeezed the bracers that adorned his wrist; they had once belonged to Boromir. Aragorn sent another thank you to Boromir, once he thanked Boromir for showing him the true strength and courage of men and now he thanked him for saving the life of this most precious elf.

Aragorn remained a few more minutes but then decided to leave Legolas alone so he could rest. Legolas watched as Aragorn left the room. He no longer felt any bitterness towards the man over their past for it was clear now that Aragorn was not really the one for him after all. The room may have of been empty but Legolas knew that he was not alone; he could never be alone ever again. Wherever he went, Boromir would be with him and every time he closed his eyes, he could see the man’s face.

And so Legolas lived to have many adventures in the quest to destroy the ring and many more thereafter. He traveled all over Middle-earth; over the land and eventually over the sea. But even that faded with time and the elves were finally consumed by their spirits and left the physical plane of existence. When that happened to the elves, Legolas went with his people and beyond the world of mortal sight. It was there that Legolas and his beloved Boromir were reunited for all eternity.

THE END