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The fellowship was exhausted. They had just exited the mines of Moria, Gandalf had fallen, and Boromir had been shot with an arrow. It had pierced his side, and according to Aragorn, it was laced with some rare poison he could not cure. It needed elven medicine. It was a godsend when they arrived in Lothlorien, relieved that they were safe once more and Boromir could be healed. That, however, was not the case.
"What do you mean you cannot help him?" Aragorn asked the queen, who shook her head slowly.
"I can not. This is beyond even my skills. You need someone else." She sighed, sliding her eyes on the fellowship. Aragorn's shoulders sank. He hoped this wasn't going where he thought it was going.
"My sister could help you. But she is very protective of her kingdom. She does not trust people easily, especially those outside of our own kin." Galadriel was clearly not very pleased to suggest such things, as she knew her sister was unlike her or Lord Elrond. The only elven lord that could rival her was King Thranduil, and even he was bested by the queen of Rivers. Her kingdom was at the start of the river that flowed through Mirkwood, and many people that had strayed into her kingdom had not gotten out to tell the tale.
"You are sending us to the kingdom of Y/N? The sorcerer, the seer?" Aragorn asked, auspicious.
"I wouldn't if I had any other choice. If you want him to live, you will go."
- -
It took the fellowship a month to make it to your kingdom. Legolas was happy, he was almost home. The hobbits were ecstatic to see another elven kingdom. The others, however, were not. Aragorn was on high alert, and Gimli kept muttering about being done with elves.
A crack sounded in the forest, and Legolas' head shot up, but they were already surrounded, arrows pointed straight at their faces.
"State your business." One of the elves, leader of the guards, demanded to know as he stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
"We are here to see the queen. Her sister sent us. lady Galadriel sent us." Aragorn tried to explain, keeping an eye on Boromir who was starting to look very pale and sickly and clearly had trouble standing on his feet. The guard eyed Aragorn for a moment with his dark eyes and let his eyes wander around the group until his eyes landed on Legolas. The two looked curious side by side, Legolas with his blonde hair and light blue eyes and the guard with black hair and dark brown, nearly black, eyes.
"Legolas Thranduillon. You travel with a curious company." The guard's tone was immediately more polite, and the elf in question stepped forward.
"Girithion. We need to see the queen, one of our company is gravely wounded." The guard eyed Boromir for a moment before nodding.
"Very well. Follow us."
The kingdom was stunning. Strong stone pillars held up the high roof, bright fires lit up the enormous space, and bright green vines hung from the walls. And a roaring waterfall was in the center of it, filling the air with tiny water droplets. Even Gimli couldn't help but admire the stunning skill that had gone into the carving of the pillars, and Legolas felt right at home. The hobbits were in awe, and Aragorn was now half-carrying Boromir whose condition had taken a dramatic turn for the worse. The stubborn man refused to complain or ask the guard to slow down, so they continued with a brisk pace into the kingdom.
They were led into a room that had been mined deep into the rock behind the waterfall. It held a simple throne made out of dark stone and wood, lit by two large fires on either side of it, guards in dark armor, holding tightly to their spears. The walls reflected the light, and Gimli went to inspect the wall to see what was going on. The walls were filled with strains of iron that didn't stand out in the dark stone otherwise by its shine.
"And what might your business be inside my kingdom, might I ask?" The fellowship turned their attention to the elf that had just entered, and even if she was dressed differently than every other elven lord or lady they had met before, it was clear that this was the queen. She held herself high and she had an aura that told them that she was a force to be recorded with. Her hair was pitch black and short, and upon it rested a silver circlet with one large gem, an onyx, that rested on her forehead. Her pants were made out of dark leather, and the decorative dark shirt she wore was made out of heavy silk.
Her unnervingly light blue eyes scanned over the fellowship, landing on Legolas.
"Legolas Thranduillon of Mirkwood. It has been some time since I have last seen you." The prince walked forward and placed a kiss on the queen's hand.
"Queen Y/N. Always a pleasure." The blonde elf fought to keep his voice level in her presence, his father had warned him many times not to step a toe in her kingdom as she was ruthless.
"You've grown into such a handsome Ellon, much like your father." One of the queen's fingers was pressed under Legolas' jaw, and she slowly tilted his head so he could look into her eyes.
"I would still like to know what you are doing in my kingdom." She pulled her finger back, and Legolas slowly returned back into the group. Aragorn was the one who had the guts to answer her.
"Your sister sent us. Boromir was shot by an arrow, and it has some kind of poison no one has been able to heal." Boromir was standing behind Aragorn, his skin had gotten a greyish hue and Merry and Pippin struggled to help him stand upright, as he was still too stubborn to admit he was sick and allow it to sink him to the floor. The queen didn't say anything, just gestured with her hand for Boromir to walk closer.
The man did, trying his best to stay on his feet. He had a splitting headache, and he was shivering due to the high fever that refused to leave despite all the herbs he had been given. The queen steps closer, sliding her fingers on his fervent skin, and Boromir holds in a sigh as her cool fingertips seem to such the pain and fever away. However, the moment her hand retracts, the pain and illness are back.
"I will do my best for him." You gestured with your hands, and two of your best healers came to escort Boromir to the healing bay. You would join them shortly after you'd dealt with the rest of the fellowship.
You eye around the fellowship and as your eyes land on the dark-haired one, a sense of dread fills you. It couldn't be. But as another wave of dread and darkness washes over you, you realize that it is him. The ring of power is inside your kingdom.
"Now I must insist upon you leaving. You bring great evil into my kingdom." Aragorn stiffens at this.
"We cannot just leave Boromir-" You interrupt him by raising your arm.
"Healing your friend will take more time than you have to deliver that ring. Now go." The group turns to leave, glancing with solemn looks into the direction that Boromir was led to. The little hobbit that carries the ring patterns in front of you, and you study him in detail. The small frame hides a good and determined heart.
"I don't know if I am the right person to deliver the ring. I'm scared." He reaches his hand forward, the ring resting on his palm. You allow a small smile to spread on your lips, and you extend your hand and gently close his palm around it.
"You are the right person to deliver it. If you weren't scared you'd be a fool." You stand up straight again and fold your arms over your stomach.
"Go now." You watch them leave the throne hall and once they have disappeared and the door has closed behind them, you walk to see your patient. You know that poison and you have a long night ahead of you.
- - - -
Boromir was bored. He was so bored just sit in this cage. You had put him there once he was healed enough, stating that you did not trust him. It was partially true. You hadn't trusted him once he had just arrived, but over time, the feeling had vanished and you had begun trusting the man. And more. You tried to lock away the feelings you had for him by locking him up, but unfortunately, hearts don't work that way.
It took Boromir weeks to convince you to let him out of that cursed cage, and once you did, you didn't allow him to train with your guards. You kept him close and he acted as sort of your secretary as he helped you organize the vast amounts of papers you worked through every day. You hoped that over time his human-y habits would start to annoy you and your feelings would subside, but they didn't, quite the opposite. You grew more and more enamored with the man every day, as he was loyal, hardworking, and funny. Boromir couldn't also help the feelings he had started harboring for you. He tried to deny them at first, but when his heart jumped every time you entered the room or smiled at him, he was forced to face the facts. So he kept telling himself that you would never fall for him. He was a human, and you were an elven queen. It could not happen.
Both of you still enjoyed the conversations you had over the low-burning candles and the smell of parchment. He told you about his home, how he trained with his brother and fought in the wars. You told him of your life, patrolling in the woods, the death of your father, and your own crowning as queen. You confided in him that the elves in your kingdom had a weaker sense of hearing due to the roaring volcano, but because of this, your people's eyesight was vastly better than elves that came from other kingdoms. Your eyes flashed with a feeling Boromir could not understand when you said it, but he decided not to press it further.
- - - -
It was a late evening and you and Boromir were going through some papers in your office when a slam sounded from the throne room. You sighed and stood up.
"One of the guards probably just dropped their spear but I better check anyway. I will be back soon." You gave him one of your rare smiles and exited the room, leaving Boromir alone with a fluttering heart. He turned his head back to the papers and continued to work until a cold laugh sounded from the throne room. The hairs on his arms stood up and he stood up quietly and hurried to the doorway, making sure that he was hidden.
He peeked into the room and what he saw made his heart first grow cold with fear and then burning hot with anger. You were laying on your side at the bottom of your throne, three swords aimed at your chest. A ragged scrape made its way across most of your right arm, and it was dripping blood to the dark floor. You pulled a knife out of your boot and blocked a swing of a sword with it, but the next one sent it clattering to the floor.
"Not so high and mighty now, are you, queen Y/N." Mockery was clear in the assassin's tone as he made his way towards you slowly, his sword only inches away from your throat.
"What are you waiting for? Just kill me." You hissed, knowing no help would come.
"Oh, I will. But first, you will beg." You lifted your chin higher.
"Never." Despite the horror welling in Boromirn's stomach, your show of pride and courage impressed him. The assassin, on the other hand, didn't like it. He slowly pressed his sword into your thigh, and you couldn't hold in the cry of pain.
"Beg!" The man barked, and you shut your jaws tightly.
"Never." You hissed tough your teeth, making the man drive his sword even deeper into your leg. Another cry escaped you, but before the man could spew out another order, something rammed into his side. Or rather someone.
Boromir had sprung out of his hiding place after your second cry. He had grabbed a sword off one of the fallen guards, and rammed himself right into the man, making sure his sword sunk deep into his flesh. The man let out a yelp as Boromir threw him away and turned toward the remaining two. They didn't hesitate to attach, and the first approached, swinging his sword in a large arch, making Boromir back away. He waited until the man reclined his arm to swing again and attached, plunging his sword through him as well.
It didn't take long for Boromir to deal with the last remaining assassin, and he ran to you, dropping the sword as he kneeled down. You flinched as he appeared next to you but relaxed as you saw who it was.
"My queen, are you alright?" You shifted your position, turning your head to see him better.
"I've been better but my life isn't in danger." Even if the wounds were bleeding, it wasn't so bad that it would cause you to die of blood loss. Boromir relaxed visibly after hearing this, and you lifted your uninjured hand to caress his jaw and run your thumb over the small wound that resided on his cheek. He shifted closer to you, leaning down. His eyes shifted from your eyes to your lips and back, and his voice was breathless.
"Can I-?" You interrupted him.
"Yes."
But before your lips could meet, Boromir let out a sharp gasp, and when you lifted your head there was a blade sticking out of his stomach. The first assassin was on his feet, the sword tightly in his hold as he grinned wickedly. You let out a sound that was something between a scream and a growl and grabbed the sword Boromir dropped next to you. You swung it in the direction of the masked man before he could react, and when it struck him, you kicked him backward with all your might, ignoring the sharp pain in your injured leg.
You turned your attention immediately back to Boromir, whose wound was bleeding profusely. You placed your hands on it, trying to stem the bleeding as you called for a healer. You weren't good with wounds like this, your specialty was poison and other causes that killed the victim slowly.
"Y-Y/N."
"Don't try to speak now." You shifted your weight slightly so you could get him into your lap in a better position.
"Try to keep your eyes open. Help is coming." You prayed that your words were true. Boromir nodded shakily, but you could see how his eyelids were fluttering and you knew he wouldn't stay conscious for long.
"I l-lo-," he breathed out, his eyes rolling into his head as he went limp in your arms.
"No!" You stared at Boromir's unmoving body. You had only a few seconds to make your decision. The other one left him dead and the other... kept him alive, but he might resent you for the rest of his life. You had to make the choice now.
You took a deep breath and gathered the energy and powers that you had pushed hidden long ago. You felt the tingling energy in your veins, and you leaned in and captured Boromir's lips with yours. You closed your eyes and prayed this worked. And if it did, that he would not resent you for the rest of his life.
Boromir gasped for air and you pulled away, watching him intensely as he leaned on his own arms, panting and looking around him wildly. He slid his hand onto his chest where the wound was, or should have been, and when he could only feel skin he turned his head to see only healthy skin. His shirt had a hole in it and it was crimson red, but no more blood was seeping into it. There wasn't a wound that could seep blood. It was gone.
Boromir turned his eyes to you and wrapped his arms around you, seeing the blood on your hands.
"H-How...?" You didn't answer, beyond thrilled that he was alive but dreading that you had to tell him.
"Y/N?" He saw the turmoil of emotions in your eyes, and he softly lifted your chin up.
"I..." You trailed off. How did one tell someone such news?
"I-I made you immortal." There. You said it. It was out. Now all you had to do was to flee to your room and leave him here to hate you forever. You began to stand up, but Boromir's hand on your wrist stopped you from getting up. He yanked you back down, straight into his lap, and he grabbed your face and kissed you. You were dumbfounded for a moment but kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer. His beard scratched your skin sligtly but you didn't care. The kiss was almost harsh, heated, and long, and you pulled away at the last minute to catch your breath. You panted as you stared at each other for a moment, and then dove in for another kiss. One of your guards walked into the room but was chased away as you pulled away from Boromir's lips just long enough to yell
"OUT!" before returning to your lover's lips. Nothing could pry the two of you apart for a good moment.