Boromir he met upon the edges of Rivendell, and little welcome he gave, for the man arrived unlooked-for and uninvited.
"Halt, and give your name, man," he said, notching string to bow amongst his brothers. "State your allegiance and your business here."
The man, atop his horse, looked upon them with keen eyes. "Elves," he said. "Then perhaps I have found my goal, or at least I approach it. He drew himself up. "Boromir am I, son of Denethor, Steward of Gondor. I seek the hidden valley of Rivendell and the counsel of Elrond Half-Elven."
"The path to Imladris takes much skill to find," Legolas said, hiding his wonder. "How came you hence?"
"By rumors, and half-truths, and no small dint of labor," said Boromir. "Are you of Rivendell, then, that you speak of its path?"
"I am of the Greenwood," answered Legolas. "But my brothers are of Rivendell. What is your mission, that you seek such a difficult and dangerous road? Chose your answer wisely, lest we send you back on the road you came."
The man did not answer immediately. "I seek the answer to a dream," he said. "It spoke of the Sword that was Broken, and Isildur's Bane, and the Halfling. What these things mean I cannot say, only that I am bound to seek them, and will test my strength against you, should you deny me passage."
Legolas gave no sign, though he was indeed alarmed. The man spoke of matters that were secret even in Rivendell, and of which even Legolas's knowledge was imperfect. "Such matters are beyond me," he said, lowering his bow. "Yet if what you say is true, Lord Elrond will wish to hear it, and how you came to know it."
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Many Meetings and Partings
FanfictionLegolas Greenleaf describes, in a series of short one-shots, how he met each member of the Fellowship.
