Title: Release and Rejuvenation 
 
Author (including email): Dhvana (Dhvana@aol.com) 
 
Pairing: Boromir/Legolas 
 
Rating: NC-17  
 
Summary: Boromir sees an Elf at the Council of Elrond, a figure from his  
past, and thinks back on their encounter. 
 
Disclaimer: Not mine--Tolkien's. In serious debt--don't bother suing.  
Waste of time for us both. 
 
Author's Note: This story began as part of another one, but when that went a  
different direction, I found myself with a love scene that had nowhere to go.  
So, I changed a couple of characters, added a beginning and an end, and  
hopefully, it works. I would definitely appreciate feedback. Thank you!  
 
 
Release and Rejuvenation 
 
 
Boromir stared at the comely vision sitting across from him, momentarily  
stunned into silence. It couldn't be him! Not here, in this place, at this  
hour--but it was. Twenty-one years had passed and the Elf hadn't aged a day,  
whereas he... well, he was no longer a young man. Indeed, the twenty-one  
years hadn't been kind to him. The constant warring with Mordor and trying  
to keep a kingdom from falling to pieces had taken its toll on the warrior.  
He had gained in mass and battle skills, yes, but his face was lined with the  
worries of his life and the lives of his people. It was a miracle his hair  
hadn't turned white but remained the golden red of his youth, though he did  
not doubt that if he looked close enough, he would find it streaked with  
gray. However, his physical appearance wasn't his most significant  
change--he had gained in responsibility and lost the wild flair of his youth.  
All those years ago, he didn't hesitate to make a conquest of the Elf. Now,  
it wasn't even a consideration. 
At that moment, the Hobbit was ordered to reveal the One Ring and Boromir  
found his attention was thoroughly distracted, until the golden vision rose  
and challenged him. Even his voice hadn't changed, the lilting softness  
enchanting him as it did before. He frowned at the Man the Elf had been  
defending, the same Man who apparently wished to lay claim to the throne. He  
could attempt it all he wanted--Gondor was beyond a Ranger's grasp. The Man  
ordered the Elf to sit and Boromir couldn't help but wonder if there was  
something going on between them. Again, he found his gaze was subverted by  
the golden hair and the powerful blue eyes. 
Did the Elf even remember what had passed between them? Probably  
not--what was a tumble with a mortal to one who was immortal? He had  
probably bedded hundreds since they'd met, and even if he did remember, he  
would never associate the eager youth with the battle worn Man sitting before  
him. It was so long ago--a blink of an eye to an Elf, an eternity to a  
Human. He had only been nineteen at the time. Nineteen, Boromir sighed. It  
seemed so long ago. 
 
 
Legolas looked around at the White City, his stoic Elvish demeanor  
perfectly hiding the wonder he felt at the sight of so many buildings so  
close together. The cities of the Elves were nothing like this! They had  
grace and elegance, while this city was so haphazard, as if it had been  
planned as an afterthought. And then there were the people--Humans rushing  
in all directions, displaying nothing of the calm and serenity of his kind.  
Did their short lives mean they were more impatient? Or would Humans have  
been like this even if they were immortal? 
Gandalf chuckled as he watched the eyes of the young Elf. "Impressive,  
isn't it?" 
"Different," Legolas shrugged, refusing to admit any emotion to the  
Istari. The second Elf that made up the trio laughed, and Gandalf glared at  
him. 
"Your influence on the young Prince is entirely too comprehensive. I  
should have left him back in Mirkwood, or you." 
"Thranduil would never have let his youngest son travel alone, even with  
you Mithrandir, and I wasn't about to let him out of my sight for a moment,"  
Cullornė said, sending a rare smile in the Prince's direction. 
Legolas beamed at the Elf who was alternately his lover and his teacher,  
eager for any approval he could get. Cullornė held the young prince  
completely spellbound by his beauty and sexuality. It had started hundreds  
of years ago when Legolas had just reached his maturity. The other Elf had  
taken the opportunity of the Elf's inexperience to enslave him with pleasure.  
There was nothing he wouldn't do for Cullornė, and nothing he wouldn't allow  
be done to him. The Lorien Elf was infamous for his unusual coloring, violet  
eyes and dark red hair, in addition to being tall, slender, muscular, and  
remarkably flexible. Just being near him was enough to make Legolas' hands  
clench with desire. Cullornė had taught him everything, and denied him  
everything, and thus was able to keep Legolas in his power, which was just  
where the older Elf wanted him. 
As they traveled deeper into the city, Cullornė kept an eye on Legolas,  
watching the golden Prince with immense pleasure. Knowing the young Elf as  
he did, he was able to see beyond the mask to the awe Legolas was  
experiencing. He also knew that as soon as the uniqueness of this encounter  
with the city wore off, Legolas would start to feel claustrophobic and begin  
to feel the need to escape. It was the same with all Elves on their first  
visit to a Human city, and some were never able to grow used to being  
surrounded by the people and the buildings. Elves needed to feel a constant  
connection with nature, and that was difficult to do in a place such as this. 
Cullornė reached out his hand and took hold of Legolas'. The golden  
Prince smiled, unable to disguise his adoration for the older Elf.  
"I'm glad you're here," Legolas said. 
"How glad?" 
"No words can express it." 
Slowly licking his lips, Cullornė arched an eyebrow at the Elf. "No  
words? Perhaps we should find a place where you can show me." He grabbed  
hold of the Prince, wrapping his arms around the slender waist. "Or maybe  
you should show me here." 
The Prince's breath caught in his throat, his groin instantly burning  
with need. "If that is what you desire." 
"It is," he said, consuming Legolas' mouth. 
Though the couple was oblivious to the stares around them, Gandalf  
wasn't, a scowl crossing his face as he whacked them each on the head with  
his staff. With a yelp of pain, the Elves separated. 
"Enough. This is not Caras Galadhon. I expect you two to behave." 
"As you wish, Mithrandir," Cullornė smirked, not fooling the old wizard  
for a second. 
Gandalf led them to lodgings near the Keep where he was to do his  
research for the next two weeks. Though he could have stayed with the  
Steward of Gondor, Gandalf preferred not to have to rely on his host's whims  
and therefore had taken accommodations at a nearby inn. He was careful to  
make certain that there was a courtyard available for the Elves' comfort,  
though he knew they would be seeking space beyond the borders of the city  
before long. 
"You really didn't need to get the third room," Cullornė said, his back  
against the door as he reached for the handle, Legolas' mouth attached to  
his neck, "but thank you for the thought." 
"Just get out of sight," Gandalf growled, narrowing his eyes as the two  
fell into the room. He and Thranduil had hoped to get the young Prince away  
from Cullornė for a month, but Legolas had refused to leave unless Cullornė  
joined them. That damn Elf had Legolas completely under his control, an  
unhealthy relationship Gandalf was hoping to dissolve. The Prince had a  
larger destiny than to be an Elf's plaything for eternity. 
 
 
They had been in Minas Tirith for nine days and Legolas was starting to  
feel the anxiety of being trapped and surrounded on all sides by nothing but  
people and immense structures. He missed the sun, the air, the trees, an  
unending sky. When he searched for these things in the city, he saw only  
shadows, the three trees in the courtyard, and the scent--he could only pray  
that this wasn't an example of how all Human cities smelled. 
Gandalf had dragged a reluctant Cullornė into the market to help search  
for a specific book, leaving Legolas to pace the floor. Cullornė had  
suggested that he not leave the room, but he had to get outside or he was  
going to go mad. Walking into the courtyard, he was so distracted by the sun  
on his face that he missed seeing the Human running towards him. 
Boromir had spent half an hour looking for the inn where the wizard was  
staying and now that he had found it, he was eager to deliver the message  
from his father and get on with his life. He ran through the courtyard and  
failed to see the Elf emerging from behind the trees until it was too late.  
The two collided and fell over, Boromir on top of the Elf. 
"I'm sorry--" he began, then froze as he gazed upon the ethereal being  
spread out beneath him. Overwhelmed by his beauty, Boromir was instantly  
filled with a lust unlike any he had ever experienced. An Elf! he realized,  
catching sight of the pointed ears. This stunning man wasn't a man at all,  
but a living and breathing Elf! He had never seen an Elf before and was  
instantly captivated. 
Realizing the Human was momentarily incapable of thought, much less  
action, Legolas pushed him off and quickly climbed out of the way. The  
Prince stared at him, his eyes filled with distrust.  
Sensing he wasn't entirely welcome, Boromir laughed, trying to ease the mood.  
"I am sorry--I didn't mean to run into you. I wasn't watching where I was  
going. Are you all right?" 
As Legolas looked at the young man, his lungs ceased to work, his heart  
skipping a beat. Never had he seen a Man of such beauty. The only other  
Human he was close to was Elrond's foster son and while Estel was handsome  
and could captivate with his personality alone, this young man... there was a  
power to him, a blatant sexuality that completely enticing. He was tall with  
tanned skin, red-gold hair that fell in waves about his face, and his eyes--a  
piercing blue. Legolas felt himself being pulled into those sapphire  
depths--he was completely enthralled. The way he moved, the fullness of his  
lips, his very laugh--the youth radiated sensuality. 
Fearing the way his senses were reacting, Legolas steeled himself against  
the young man's physical charms and met Boromir's eyes. He felt a flush  
creeping across his face as the Human's gaze penetrated through his body to  
his very soul. It was too much, he had to get out of there. Rising to his  
feet in one fluid motion, he fled from the courtyard, Boromir's eyes  
following him. Truly, Legolas was the most exquisite creature he had ever  
seen, but it was the war in the Elf's eyes that caused his gaze to linger  
longer than necessary. There was a challenge to be found in this beauty. He  
wanted this golden vision, and he promised himself he would have him. 
Rushing from the courtyard, he stuck his head into the front room where  
the innkeeper was sitting. 
"The Elf with the blond hair--who is he?" 
The innkeeper instantly recognized the Lord of Gondor and rose to his  
feet. "The Elf, my Lord? I believe he is called Legolas, though I can't be  
sure. The one with the red hair keeps a pretty close watch on him and he  
doesn't speak much." 
"Legolas," Boromir grinned, tossing the man a coin. "Thanks for your  
help." 
Boromir quickly made to follow the fleeing Elf, having just left the inn  
when a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him aside. 
"Boromir, where are you going? Tell me you didn't forget we were  
supposed to be sparring today." 
"I'm sorry, Faramir, but we'll have to wait till tomorrow. Something has  
come up." 
"From the way he ran out of here, I can guess what that was. What do you  
think you're doing?" 
"None of your business, brother dear," he said, scowling at his younger  
brother, not even attempting to hide his irritation.  
"Boromir, I know what you're thinking, and I want you to stop right now." 
Arching his head, he was able to keep an eye on the direction the Elf was  
heading. "Stop what?" 
"He is a companion of Gandalf and a guest in our city. No good will come  
of this. I want you to leave him alone." 
"I'm not going to hurt him, I promise." 
"I didn't think you were going to hurt him. I just don't want you going  
near him." 
"He is clearly troubled--I simply thought I might try to comfort him." 
His eyes narrowed. "I don't think he needs your comfort." 
"On the contrary, I think I am exactly what he needs." He placed a hand  
on his brother's shoulder and squeezed. "I will see you later." 
"Boromir!" Faramir shouted, watching him go, knowing there was nothing he  
could do to stop him. "Boromir, come back here!" 
His older brother raised his hand and waved as he continued to follow the  
Elf through the city gates. It seemed the luscious creature was making for  
the hills beyond the city that were relatively left alone by mortal hands.  
With an idea of where Legolas was heading, he was able to stop along the way  
and pick up a few items. If there was one thing he learned, it was to always  
be prepared, and with this specific conquest, he didn't want to risk any  
mistakes. 
Catching sight of the Prince sitting on top of a hill, Boromir paused.  
He truly was breath-taking, this Elf, his tunic removed to allow his skin  
access to the sun's rays. Boromir was almost tempted to do nothing more than  
just watch the beautiful creature--that alone would be an immense pleasure.  
But not as much as the pleasure he was planning. 
Boromir walked slowly up the hill, not wanting to disturb the Elf, but he  
needn't have worried about that. 
"Cease, Human, and go back to your home. There is nothing for you here." 
He paused in mid-step. Legolas hadn't even turned around to look at him,  
but he had known he was there. "So it is true what they say about Elves  
having heightened senses." 
"It is. Now leave." 
"I'm not ready to leave." 
"I want you to leave." 
"Do you?" Boromir asked, easily reading the tension in Legolas' voice  
and felt his heart quicken with glee. The Elf did want him--there was no  
mistaking the desire in that melodious voice. "Look at me and tell me to go." 
Taking a deep breath, Legolas twisted around to look at the Human,  
altogether too handsome with the blue sky highlighting his eyes, his hair  
blown wild by the wind, and that lush mouth curling into a smile so irksome,  
Legolas felt the only way to stop it would be with a kiss. This Human was  
far too lovely for his own good, but that didn't make him irresistible. 
"Go. Away." 
"My Legolas, you're going to have to be much more convincing than that,"  
Boromir said as he hiked up the last few steps to the top of the hill. 
"I am not 'your' Legolas, and how do you know my name?" 
"I like to know about those who interest me." 
"You have no intention of leaving, do you?" 
"No." 
"Then I shall," Legolas said, starting to rise to his feet. Boromir  
quickly reached out and pressed down on the Elf's shoulder, the shock of the  
Man's touch startling him into complying. 
"Don't leave just yet. I'm here to help you." 
"Help me?" he asked, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "With what could I  
possibly need your help?" 
"It is obvious that something is disturbing you," Boromir said as he  
knelt down next to the Elf. "I am here to offer a sympathetic touch, eager  
to do anything to help ease your mind." 
Legolas tore his gaze from the Human, trying to even out his breaths that  
had come much faster with the nearness of the young man. "My mind is none of  
your concern." 
"Then I shall focus on sympathizing with the rest of your body," Boromir  
said with a grin. Again, Legolas tried to stand and again Boromir held him  
back. "Shh... just relax. I will do nothing without your consent." 
Legolas had already known he could leave whenever he wished, whether the  
Human wanted him to or not. No Human could hold an Elf except by force, and  
it would take more than one to accomplish that task. As Boromir was alone  
and unarmed, Legolas fought the urge to run and remained seated. 
With a triumphant smile, Boromir moved around behind the Prince, picking  
up two of the leaves he had brought with him. 
"Elves are fond of nature, aren't they?" 
"'Fond' is not strong enough a word to cover our affection for nature,"  
Legolas replied, his voice filled with disdain. While he was somewhat  
reassured not to have Boromir in his direct line of sight, it made him  
nervous to wonder what he was doing behind him. 
"I, too, am a lover of nature, spring especially, when the world is fresh  
and new. Each color seems to be a surprise after the bleakness of winter,  
but my favorite part of spring is the leaves. There is nothing like the  
green of new leaves, don't you think?" 
As Boromir asked this, he wrapped his arms around Legolas, pressing his  
cheek against the Elf's silky hair while holding before him two spring leaves  
he had plucked from an oak tree. Legolas tensed to have the lissome  
sun-browned limbs around him, the seductive voice directly in his hear. He  
closed his eyes to try and block Boromir out, but it was of no use.  
"The scent, in particular, is intoxicating," Boromir continued as he  
folded the leaves over, tearing their fibers open without breaking them in  
two. He held the leaves in front of Legolas' nose so the Elf couldn't help  
but breathe in the scent of the leaves, the embodiment of spring with their  
fresh, green odor mixed with a bitterness that acted as a reminder of the  
winter so recently left behind. The smell filled his lungs, calling to his  
Elvish blood and causing his eyes to glow. The leaves were acting as an  
aphrodisiac, setting his senses on fire. Had Boromir known he would respond  
this way, or was it simply a lucky guess? 
Flicking the edge of the pointed ear with his tongue, Boromir sat back  
and parted the silky blond hair, brushing it over the Elf's shoulders.  
Taking two whole leaves, he began using them to trace random patterns over  
Legolas' back. 
The golden Prince clenched his fists, grinding his teeth together as the  
brushing of the leaves tickled and teased his bare skin. The boy was just as  
good as Cullornė, possibly even better, at manipulating his senses. A warmth  
began to grow between his legs and it took all of his willpower not to shift  
and ease his discomfort. Boromir, able to read precisely the reaction he was  
getting from the Elf, added his breath to the leaves, lightly blowing a trail  
across the strong back. 
Closing his eyes, Legolas devoted all of his concentration to ignoring  
the human and regaining control of his body. So focused was he on his  
struggle, he failed to notice that the Human had ceased his ministrations and  
had drawn the golden mane back over the pale shoulders. Boromir crawled  
around the Elf until he was kneeling directly in front of him. He smiled to  
see how tense Legolas was, his lips white, his body trembling.  
Boromir picked up a piece of bark upon which he had placed a broken-off  
section of honeycomb. Dipping his fingers into the honey that had pooled in  
the bottom curve of the bark, he lifted up his hand and traced the Elf's lips  
with the sugary nectar.
Legolas' eyes flew open at the touch and he leaned back on his hands in  
an effort to distance himself from the young man. When Boromir made no  
motion to advance, he tentatively drew his tongue over his lips, his taste  
buds coming alive with the flavor of new honey, another Elven weakness. 
"Delicious, isn't it?" Boromir asked, covering a finger in the sticky  
substance and placing it in his mouth, slowly sucking off the honey as he  
drew his finger out. His eyes danced as he realized the Elf's cobalt gaze  
was following his progress. "Would you like some more?" 
Coating two fingers in the amber fluid, he lifted his hand to Legolas'  
lips. Legolas warred with his conscience, wanting more than the honey but  
afraid of betraying Cullornė. The temptation of the honey, however, was too  
hard to resist and he opened his mouth. Before the Elf could change his  
mind, Boromir placed his fingers between the velvety lips, which Legolas  
quickly closed. 
Boromir's insides quivered as the determined tongue began eliminating all  
traces of the honey from his hand. The golden Prince never once removed his  
gaze from Boromir's face and their eyes remained locked as Legolas toyed with  
the fingers in his mouth. The Elf watched with pleasure as the young man's  
face deepened in color, his breathing becoming harsh. 
Long after the honey had been removed, Legolas released Boromir's. Once  
more, the Human dipped his fingertips into the amber pool and traced he Elf's  
mouth, and then his own. He ran his tongue over his lips, Legolas doing the  
same. Moving faster than the Elf had thought possible, Boromir leaned  
forward and captured Legolas in a honey-sweetened kiss. The Prince gasped  
and bent backward, trying to escape, but Boromir willingly matched every  
inch. The young man's mouth allowed no retreat and Legolas couldn't deny  
that their lips collided with enthusiasm. 
When Boromir finally allowed them a breath of air, it was only to play a  
different game. Covering Legolas' left nipple with honey, he began lapping  
at it, nibbling at the stiffening nub. Legolas' eyes rolled back as he  
weakened against this new attack. The Human's tongue was ruthless,  
overwhelming the Elf whose increased yearning effectively distracted him from  
the touch of Boromir's honeyed hand down his stomach to his navel. 
Having done the left nipple justice, Boromir traveled down the length of  
Legolas' torso. He carefully removed all traces of the sugary trail he had  
created, lingering at the Elf's navel. He dipped his tongue in and out of  
the little space, completely ravaging it while Legolas, who was fully lying  
on his back, ripped out handfuls of grass as he writhed beneath the Human's  
mouth. He barely noticed the laces of his breeches being loosened by deft  
hands. He only felt the relief as the tightness around his erection was  
eased. 
"Legolas. . ." Boromir whispered, nudging his chin against the tip of the  
Elf's cock. 
The golden Prince shook his head, his eyes pinched shut. He couldn't  
look, he couldn't watch himself betray Cullornė. 
"Legolas, look at me." 
"I can't. I won't." 
"Do you want me to stop?"  
The Elf whimpered--his body was crying out for Boromir. The last thing  
he wanted was for the Human to stop.  
Opening his mouth, Boromir licked the length of the shaft, causing  
Legolas to gasp, his body tensing at the flame that rushed through his blood.  
 
"If you want me to stop, you'll have to tell me. Otherwise, I'm going to  
continue." 
He licked Legolas' elfhood again. When Legolas continued to be silent,  
he did it again, and again, and again till the Elf shouted his agony. 
"No! No more! I can't take any more!" 
"That's all you had to say," Boromir said, sitting back on his heels. 
"Nooo," the Elf moaned, grasping at the air where the Human had been.  
Boromir leaned over him, staring down at the bewildered creature. 
"Does this mean you want me, Legolas?" 
"The Valar save me, yes!" he shouted, practically weeping with need and  
the shock of what he was feeling. 
That was all Boromir needed to hear. With a grin, he took the Elf's  
entire length into his mouth. Legolas nearly swooned as he was finally  
allowed some relief. He clasped Boromir's head between his hands, urging him  
faster, deeper, and the Human quickly adjusted to his demands. He had never  
tasted anyone like the Elf before--there was a rich, dark sweetness to him  
that was completely unexpected.  
Unable to wait to see what other surprises were to be found in the Elf's  
luscious form, Boromir teased the tip of Legolas' cock with his tongue,  
bringing him to the brink of orgasm. He then engulfed the entire shaft and  
with a few demanding strokes, he forced the Elf over the brink, causing  
Legolas to shout as his essence filled the Human's mouth. Boromir swallowed  
every last drop, thinking he would gladly give up ale forever if it meant he  
could drink from the Elf for the rest of his life. 
As the remnants of his orgasm ebbed and flowed throughout his body,  
Legolas found himself in awe of the Human. All his life, he believed only  
Cullornė had the abilities to pleasure him like this, but it had been years  
since the Elf had left him breathless and weak as a bird caught in a storm.  
This young mortal had awoken him to an entirely new passion, one he was  
anxious to explore.  
Boromir watched as Legolas lay panting on the grass and before he could  
recover, Boromir pounced. He sprang up between the Prince's legs, wrapping  
the long limbs around his neck as he captured the Elf's mouth with his own.  
The Human possessed the kiss and, for a while, Legolas fought back. Their  
mouths warred as they tried to devour each other, Legolas' hands running  
over the Human's face and chest, Boromir's hands claiming the Elf's legs and  
waist.  
Seeing his lover wasn't about to relent to his kiss any time soon,  
Boromir tried another tactic. He reached for the bark, doused his fingers in  
the remaining honey, and slipped them between the Elf's legs. Legolas  
gasped, momentarily losing concentration as two of Boromir's fingers entered  
him, stretching and massaging him from the inside. He squirmed against the  
Human's touch, then pressed against him as the fingers reached the sensitive  
spot deep within. Once again, Legolas found himself completely at the  
Human's mercy and begging for more. 
Withdrawing his hand, Boromir kissed the Prince, thrusting his tongue  
into the silky mouth at the same time as he thrust his cock into the Elf.  
Legolas groaned in pain, the Human feeling rougher than what he was used to.  
Boromir almost stopped, fearing he had harmed the delicate looking creature.  
Searching Legolas' eyes, he saw that the Elf in fact welcomed the pain. The  
hurt was combined with a pleasure the Prince had never known, and he reached  
for the Human, urging him to continue.  
Kissing Legolas, he moved further within his lover, losing himself in the  
sensation. His skin seemed to spark wherever it met with that of the Elf's,  
making Boromir aware every inch of his body. Instead of growing tired  
through their enthusiastic love-making, he felt energized. If he desired, he  
had no doubt that he could make love to the Elf for hours and never feel a  
touch of weariness. 
Though his energy level might have sustained him, his manhood was craving  
the urgent need for release. He tried to restrain, wanting to feel himself  
inside the Elf for as long as possible. He had never connected with anyone  
like this before and didn't want it to end. Finally, however, Boromir could  
hold back no longer and he came in seemingly endless waves. He shouted the  
Prince's name, swearing his love for the Prince until he was completely  
drained. Every muscle in his body trembling from his exertion, he collapsed  
next to Legolas, his face filled with wonder. They stared at each other,  
unable to believe what had happened between them. 
"I'm sorry," Boromir said, taking the Elf's hand in his. 
"Why?" 
"When I first saw you, I only wanted you. I realize now that you are  
unworthy of such thoughts--you are so much more than I could ever have  
imagined." 
Legolas pressed his palm against Boromir's cheek, leaning over to kiss  
him. "I know what you mean." 
"LEGOLAS!" 
The Prince yelped, pulling away from the Human. "Cullornė!" 
The crimson-haired Elf stood over them, his fists clenching and  
unclenching. Legolas cringed to see the purple sparks issuing from his  
flashing eyes. The Elf was not going to forgive this incident, not any time  
soon, not without severe punishment. Careful not to look at Boromir, he  
quickly slid into his clothes. 
"Cullornė, I--"  
The Elf's eyes narrowed and Legolas closed his mouth, knowing better than  
to continue. Cullornė turned and walked down the hill, his shoulders squared  
with barely concealed anger. As Legolas watched his Elven lover, his lips  
began to quirk into a smile. By the time he turned to look at Boromir, he  
was actually grinning. 
Leaning over, he gave the Human a passionate kiss.  
"Thank you," he said softly, then scrambled to his feet and ran after the  
fuming Elf. 
 
 
Boromir managed to wait until nightfall before his decision to stay away  
from the Prince gave out. He ran through the city to the inn where Legolas  
was staying, only realizing when he got there that he had no idea which room  
he was in. Passing through the courtyard, he pounded on the first door he  
came to. 
Gandalf opened the door, arching an eyebrow to see the son of the Steward of  
Gondor standing there.  
"Boromir, is there something I can help you with?" 
"Legolas--where is he?" 
Smiling, the wizard turned and walked over to the desk holding the  
research he was packing, humming to himself along the way. 
"Gandalf?" 
"Come in, boy, come in." Boromir hesitated, then did as he was told,  
shutting the door behind him. "So you're the reason why Cullornė was in such  
a snit this afternoon." 
Boromir stared blankly at the old man. "What do you mean?" 
"Don't try to pretend with me, boy. You'd just be wasting your time." 
He thought about it for a moment, then chuckled. "All right, you win. Now,  
where is he?" 
"Gone. They're both gone." 
"What?" He couldn't believe it--he could still smell the Elf on his  
skin. There was no way he could be gone already. 
"Cullornė insisted that they both leave immediately. I have a feeling  
Legolas is in for a rough time through the next couple of decades." 
Leaning against the wall, Boromir felt his heart sink. "I'm never going  
to see him again, am I, Gandalf?" 
"You never know, my young Lord," the elderly wizard said with a secret  
smile. "You never know." 
 
 
The Council of Elrond came to an end and Boromir found himself dedicated  
to a quest to destroy what was possibly the one thing that could save his  
people. He hadn't meant to agree, but he couldn't leave the Ring in their  
control. He was determined to keep an eye on it and hopefully guide it to a  
more useful future. 
There was a feast that night to celebrate the creation of the Fellowship.  
The son of Gondor spent the entire meal staring at Legolas, who was wrapped  
in the embraces of Elrond's twin sons. As the guests scattered to prepare  
for their departure, he couldn't help but notice the trio disappear in the  
direction of the living quarters. Feeling a need for a distraction, Boromir  
decided to take a walk and enjoy the serenity of Rivendell's gardens. It was  
probably going be the last moment of peace he would experience for a long  
time, and he wanted to use the opportunity to think. Clearly, Legolas didn't  
recognize him, and now he was committed to a long journey with the Elf.  
Should he mention their encounter, or would it be better to let it remain in  
the past? If only he could forget about it and treat Legolas as a traveling  
companion, nothing more.  
Wandering around the magnificent gardens, he came to a bridge crossing a  
small stream. He leaned against the railing, his eyes growing distant as he  
stared at the flowing water. He wondered how his family was doing, if his  
city was still standing. That he would have to be separated from both for so  
long was the most galling circumstance of this quest. Since their  
destination was Mordor, perhaps they would be able to pass through the White  
City and he could see his family. 
"Boromir," a voice whispered from behind him. 
The warrior had been so distracted by his thoughts, he failed to hear  
anyone approach. Turning around, his eyes widened as his mouth was captured  
by a kiss. He tried to resist, but the other was relentless, the slender  
body stronger than it should have been. 
Finally feeling the need to seek breath, Legolas stood back and eyed the  
Human. "You've changed. Has it really been so long?" 
Boromir was amazed as he gaped at the golden Prince. "You remember me?" 
"How could I forget you?" he smiled, placing a hand on Boromir's heart.  
"You saved me." 
"I saved you?" 
"If I hadn't met you, I wouldn't even be in Middle Earth right now, but  
across the sea for the rest of eternity. You made me realize how much  
control I was giving Cullornė over my life. You started me on the path that  
led to my escape," Legolas said, his voice earnest, but then his face  
softened and he chuckled. "I owe you so much, but it wasn't until today that  
I even learned your name." 
"As I recall, we skipped over the formal introductions." 
"I noticed that myself. You were in too much of a hurry--the curse of  
youth, I suppose." 
"A curse I no longer suffer from," Boromir replied, his voice heavy with  
unspoken emotions. 
"I think it's an improvement," Legolas said, leaning closer as he slid  
his hand down Boromir's chest to stroke his crotch. The Human's breath caught  
in his throat, his cock instantly coming alive at the Elf's caress. Legolas  
smiled, removing his hand. "Though, it is nice to see that some things  
haven't changed. I'm glad to see you again, Boromir," he said, kissing the  
Human one last time before he turned towards the palace. "I look forward to  
getting reacquainted with you on this journey." 
Boromir watched the Elf leave, his body a mass of confused feelings. He  
didn't know whether to be elated or disappointed, but he did know that he was  
relieved to have a distraction from his worries. It would be hard to  
concentrate on the distant concerns of his people with Legolas only a breath  
away.  
"I'd be careful if I were you," Gandalf said, walking towards the Human,  
the glow from his pipe illuminating his face. "He's not the same Elf you  
knew all those years ago." 
"I'm not the same man I was all those years ago." 
Gandalf nodded, staring at the Son of Gondor with knowing eyes. "There  
is some truth to that. Well, I wish you luck." 
"With what?" 
"With whatever it is you decide you want," Gandalf said as he passed  
Boromir on the bridge. "Just remember my warning." 
"I will. Good night, Gandalf." 
"Good night, Boromir." 
The old wizard faded into the darkness and Boromir turned around, his  
eyes focusing on the water once more. Thinking of Gandalf's warning, he  
couldn't help but smile. He had considered the Elf a challenge twenty-one  
years ago--he couldn't wait to see what he would be like now. Taking a deep  
breath, Boromir felt rejuvenated, almost as if he was nineteen again. He had  
a feeling he was going to enjoy this quest.