The Hobbits slept, and Aragorn and Gimli was deep in conversation. Boromir did not wish to disturb and found himself instead approaching the still form of the Elf, silhouetted against the sky.
“Can you see your lands, Elf?”
Legolas did not turn. “Yes. There is darkness stirring on the borders. The King makes ready for war.”
“Mordor,” Boromir spat. “Even far from its lair, Sauron's arm reaches. Long has he inflicted darkness and despair upon my people. His arm claimed Gandalf from us.”
“Not Sauron's,” Legolas replied. “Morgoth, for the Balrogs served him. Long did they inflict the unforgivable upon my kindred in his name.”
“You fall to darkness, there is never any forgiveness,” Boromir said silently, but his face was dark and troubled.
Legolas looked at him quietly, Elven light in his eyes. “There's always redemption, Boromir of Gondor, even if there is not forgiveness.”
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Date: 2005-03-28 03:08 am (UTC)“Can you see your lands, Elf?”
Legolas did not turn. “Yes. There is darkness stirring on the borders. The King makes ready for war.”
“Mordor,” Boromir spat. “Even far from its lair, Sauron's arm reaches. Long has he inflicted darkness and despair upon my people. His arm claimed Gandalf from us.”
“Not Sauron's,” Legolas replied. “Morgoth, for the Balrogs served him. Long did they inflict the unforgivable upon my kindred in his name.”
“You fall to darkness, there is never any forgiveness,” Boromir said silently, but his face was dark and troubled.
Legolas looked at him quietly, Elven light in his eyes. “There's always redemption, Boromir of Gondor, even if there is not forgiveness.”