Hope Never Fades Agrophobic Sometimes it's better to die young than not to have lived at all. (Boromir/Legolas, Haldir/Legolas) Legolas POV Reviews can be sent to pissed_elf2002@yahoo.com Yahoo Users: I will soon be setting up a group for lotr slash writers. Watch this space! His eyes were glazed. I had come too late. "Boromir!" I cried and my heart, everything that had happened over the past few weeks came spilling out of me in this cry. Gimli gripped my arm and held me back. "Legolas..." he said, roughly. Aragorn stood up and his haunted expression told me everything, before he opened his mouth, "Boromir..." he began. "Oh, no, no." I said dazedly. "Oh, no." Gimli led me as gently as a dwarf could over to the body. I touched his cheek gently and it seemed for a second as if he breathed, but my hope was curbed. No one could have survived the onslaught of arrows that had marred his body. His face was still and peaceful, though. I had a knife in my belt and I cut a lock of hair from his head, and held it close. I cannot remember anything else of that day. He will never be with me again. I still have that lock of hair and press it to my face as if to soak up the unshamed tears that pour down my face. Not one of the Fellowship ever saw me cry over Boromir. I would not allow it. It hurts, but one day, one day it will stop stinging as much and I will be able to look back on it and remember the good times. As Boromir said once to me, hope never fades. It's better to die young than not to have lived at all. TBC... Chapter Two Agoraphobic See Chapter One (Boromir/Legolas, Haldir/Legolas) Reviews can be sent to pissed_elf2002@yahoo.com I first saw him at the Council of Elrond, more than two months ago.He had a gleam in his eye and his sword was too easily used, the foolish, arrogant man. Frankly, those first few hours in the council, I hated him. He had no idea of the power of the Ring, no idea of how evil it was. It hurts to remember how easily he was corrupted. I do not know why I never felt any attraction to the Ring, but maybe... it was because I had everything I needed in Boromir and I needed nothing else. I did not want power. It is funny to think that if I had not gone walking in the gardens of Rivendell, I might have been the one to take the Ring from Frodo. I could have been in Boromir's place. However, I did walk in Rivendell that clear moonlit night. I wanted to be alone with my thoughts. I could not imagine dying - I was immortal and until now, death had held no fears for me. But, in my opinion, to become an Orc was dying and this Quest was death for me. Lucky Fellowship, they could all succumb to the torture, but I could not. And during those long millenia of slavery the grief I felt would be multiplied billions of times for all eight of the group that had died in such a brutal way. He must have been watching me for some time, for I soon realised I was not alone - Men are as loud as elephants to us and I turned to try to see who was there and he stepped unashamedly out from behind a bush. "I was thinking," he said, in way of explanation. "So was I," I said, quietly. He nodded and put his hand on my shoulder. "I wonder," he said, dreamily, "how it must feel to be immortal." "I have often wondered how it felt to be mortal." I parried. He laughed and drew me close to him, "These are dark days on Middle-earth," he whispered, "and our Quest is its only remedy. We fail and Middle-earth fails with it. But, the Fellowship will only die. You, Legolas, will be flung into torture so terrible that you will beg to be mortal before the end." I nodded. "It is hard." He looked at me sharply, "It is," he agreed, "it is hard for all of us." "I do not wish to die." "Who does," he said wryly, "But sometimes it is better to die young than not to have lived at all, Legolas. Try to remember that." "I don't see..." I began, but he put a finger on his lips. "You are inexperienced for one so great in years." "I am young for my kind." "Yes," he said reflectively, "and those years may be shortened." I looked at him as he stood there, and breathed. "I love living." Suddenly, his arms were around me, holding me close. There were tears on his cheeks and his breathing was shallow. "One of us can change the world," he said hoarsely, "think of what two can do." Then his mouth was on mine, as gentle as silk, sweet as fire. I stopped breathing for a second and then responded. It was right. We belonged like this. For those three seconds I was in ecstasy. TBC Chapter Three Agoraphobic See Chapter One (Legolas/Haldir, Legolas/Boromir) Reviews can be sent to pissed_elf2002@yahoo.com. Slash Group: I am a memberof Thansk: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/thanskfanfiction/ That was how it began, like paper thrown onto fire and I was consumed by this love. So was Boromir, but he kept his head. I didn't, however we did not consummate our love. The fact that we were on a Quest, for example, and the fact that I could not face it if any one ever found out. Also, I had never been touched before and I wanted to wait until these times were over and it was a happier fate that shone on us. I wish I had not, but it is too late. None of the Fellowship had any idea. We were frosty during the day, when we baked under the sun, or froze on the slopes of Caradhras, and yet, at night we were always together, basking in our love. However, friction was growing in the Fellowship. Saruman was concentrating all his efforts onto finding us and Gandalf, though a fine wizard was afraid. And Gimli's stupid efforts did not help us much. We took the worst path we ever could have taken and went through Moria. Elves have never been at home underground and the longer I spent in it's dark passages, the more depressed I became. But I went on for Boromir and for Middle-earth. It would have been selfish not to. Gimli, the bumbling idiot, was obviously much saddened by this place, but could not hide his glee at the craftmanship of the mines. This says everything about dwarves. I longed for freedom and so, I think, did Boromir. In the Mines we were never alone, never allowed to go out of sight. Aragorn was most strict about this. But, despite all our efforts at going unoticed, we were pursued by a Balrog! Ai, a demon of the ancient world, and in those shadowy caverns Gandalf, our leader, our wizard, our friend was taken. My heart hurts still with the remembrance of it! Ai, Mithrandir, you should not have died so! TBC...