The Fate of You and Me (A Legolas Love Story)

Chapter 4: Run Baby Run

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In the morning we awoke early and made for Caradhras. We walked long and hard and the spirit of the group was not in good shape. Though not many words were spoken, much seemed to be said with expressions and actions. I have not experienced any sort of cold atmosphere, and while the air on the mountain was cold, the sense of foreboding I felt was colder. I cannot put my finger on it, nor can I describe it and this greatly frustrates me. Elves have a knack for seeing things as they really are, and the fact that I cannot name or see my fear makes me feel as if I'm trapped under a veil. As if I can hear, but only so much. As if I can see, but somehow still not see.

Once again we were walking in an almost single file line. I to the side of Aragorn and Frodo at the back, with Boromir just ahead of us. Frodo seems especially troubled, and my heart aches for him. Though I do not know the weight of the Ring, nor do I want to, I can sense the oppression and evil radiating off it.

All of a sudden Frodo slipped in the snow and rolled a bit before Aragorn helped him up. He looked terribly weary. He felt around on his chest for the Ring, and to our surprise and great concern it wasn't there. I looked to the place where he had fallen and just in time saw Boromir pick it up by its chain. He stared at it, entranced in the small ring of treachery.

"Boromir," Aragorn said skeptically.

"It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt, over so small a thing," he said unblinking. I slowly put my hand on the dagger hanging off my belt. "Such a small thing..." he trailed off reaching for the Ring. My grip tightened as Aragorn spoke.

"Boromir!" His head snapped up and his eyes seemed to clear. "Give the Ring to Frodo."

Boromir slowly strode forward. I looked to the rest of the group and they stared on in grave concern. I caught the narrowed eyes of Legolas and he casually put his hand on his bow.

He held the Ring out to Frodo. "As you wish," he said unconcerned as Frodo quickly snatched the Ring away. "I care not." Aragorn stared him down but Boromir just laughed and ruffled Frodo's hair. He readjusted his shield and strode off towards the rest of the group. I made eye contact with Aragorn and we both released our hands from our weapons.
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On and on we walked. As we got higher the snow got heavier and the air chillier. We found ourselves on a narrow ridge. The snow was so high there that the Hobbits would have had their heads covered. The wind howled so loud little else could be heard and snow blew everywhere. It seemed as if the sun refused to shine on us.

Aragorn packed Frodo and Sam while Boromir packed Merry. In my arms I carried Pippin, walking on top of the snow. Only Legolas and I can do this, and I feel sorry that the rest have to trudge through the icy cold. Legolas had been at the back when he suddenly ran forward. Even from where I stood I could hear it. It was a dark menacing voice carrying on the wind towards us.

"There is a fell voice on the air!" Legolas exclaimed.

"It's Saruman!" Gandalf cried as a shower of boulders almost crushed us. I cried aloud and stumbled back, away from the the falling grey stones.

"He's trying to bring down the mountain!" Aragorn had to yell to be heard. "Gandalf, we must turn back!"

"No!" Gandalf replied. He walked forward and began to speak words of another tongue, combatting Saruman's evil.