A Kingly Dispute Updated 5-15-15
Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 10:35 am
A Kingly Dispute
Boromir and Legolas have a heated exchange of words about Aragorn’s Kingly status before the Fellowship leaves. Will this lead to more such confrontations along the way and how will Aragorn deal with them if they do? This story is told in double drabble installments.
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Part 1
Boromir’s anger was such that he started to withdraw his blade. However, he stopped mid-way when Legolas’ swifter movements aimed an arrow at his forehead.
“Is this how the men of Gondor deal with someone who speaks the truth?” the elf asked his steady voice belying his own built up anger.
“That Ranger won’t be my King!” Boromir sputtered while he let his sword slip back into its scabbard. Only then did Legolas lower his arrow.
“Aragorn will indeed be your King.”
“Stubborn jackass! You have no proof he is Isildur’s heir!”
“No, you’re the jackass for discounting the proof verified by Mithrandir and Lord Elrond!”
Boromir clenched his fists while he now contemplated punching the infuriating elf in the face. However, the ready presence of the arrow made him think twice.
“You will regret your support for that Ranger!” he growled confidently. Then he spun around and headed down the covered walkway leading to Rivendell’s main gate.
Silently Legolas slipped his weapons into their places on his back before following.
Later at the gate Aragorn’s noticed an angry Boromir’s attempts to ignore an equally angry Legolas’ glare and he hope this didn’t have anything to do with him.
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Part 2
Suspicion joined the lingering anger in Boromir’s heart while he watch Aragorn and Legolas have another hushed conversation away from the resting Fellowship.
“You’re right in not trusting that elf,” the man heard Gimli say from his side.
“How do you know I don’t trust him?”
The dwarf smiled knowingly. “As a dwarf, I’m keenly aware of suspicion directed towards elves seeing how they’re a thorn in the side of dwarf-dom.”
“Do you trust the ranger?”
“I’ve heard he’s honorable enough to be a kingly heir.”
“Gondor needs no King! My father’s rule will see us through and we should be using the ring now to stem this tide of evil instead of trying to destroy it!” Boromir firmly stated in a lower voice as Legolas purposely walked past and ahead on the path the Fellowship had been following.
“I wonder where he is going?” Gimli mused suspiciously just as Aragorn joined him.
“We’re leaving familiar lands so Legolas’ sharper senses will warn us against the unfamiliar,” the ranger explained.
Boromir smirked. “Feeling too kingly ranger to do it yourself?” he asked.
“Not at all!”
“Don’t trust the elf!” Gimli warned emphatically.
Aragorn sighed and walked away for now.
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Part 3
As the days passed, two thoughts weighed heavily on Boromir’s mind. The first was his growing feeling of confidence about the Ring going back to Gondor. The other had to do with Legolas.
Now the elf hadn’t spoken a word to him since the Fellowship’s departure and had gone out of his way to avoid him too. However, that changed when Boromir spied Legolas having a hushed conversation with Frodo while glancing in his direction.
Instantly the man’s earlier suspicion flared into uncontrollable anger. It was bad enough the elf stubbornly thought the ranger a king. But to now having him meddling with the Ringbearer to secure the Ring for himself was the last straw.
Without further thought, Boromir slipped out his dagger and thew it swiftly at Legolas’ back just as the elf walked away from Frodo.
As for the hobbit, he could only watch helplessly in horror as the blade hit and caused the elf’s graceful stride to come to a faltering stop. Then he slowly sagged to one knee while trying to reach back for the dagger.
“The Ring must go to Gondor Frodo no matter what that elf says!” Boromir shouted angrily after the fleeing hobbit.
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Part 4
“Boromir is trying to kill Legolas!” Frodo shouted toward Aragorn and Gandalf while he ran over to the pipe smoking man and wizard.
Without saying a word, a fearful Aragorn quickly headed back along the hobbit’s trail until he reached the elf’s side. The sight of the lodged dagger adding anger to his fear.
“Make yourself scarce Boromir!” he snapped at the man when he saw the murderous look in Legolas’ eyes.
“And if I don’t ranger?”
“You will suffer my staff upside your head!” Gandalf angrily interjected as he grabbed the man by his arm and pulled him roughly away.
An amused Gimli trailed after them.
“Sam I need my bag from Bill’s pack,” Aragorn said to the hobbit before he began to help Legolas slip free of the harness holding the elf’s quiver, bow, and twin knives snuggly to his back.
“He is a dead man,” the fuming elf whispered in elvish.
“I would not argue that if we did not need him,” the man replied in kind.
“Fortunately, the quiver caused the dagger to go in at an angle so it only made a deep cut,” he added in the common tongue for the remaining listening Fellowship.
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Part 5
“Have you lost your mind?” Gandalf demanded after he had pulled Boromir a good distance away.
“You should be asking the elf that. He’s the one who tried to coerce Frodo into not taking the ring to Gondor with that whispering of his!”
“Do you know who Legolas is?” the wizard asked.
Now this sudden change of subjects momentarily through Boromir off-balance since he expected to be defending his correct course of action for the ring.
“Just a meddlesome elf,” he replied with a snort of contempt.
“He’s King Thranduil’s son and if word were ever to reach him about what you did your father will have a far greater problem to worry about than an evil magical ring,” Gandalf replied in a low dire sounding voice. “You see King Thranduil won’t suffer anyone foolish enough to harm the son he loves more than life itself so its safe to assume he will destroy your White City to repay in kind.”
“He wouldn’t dare!” a shocked Boromir exclaimed.
“His Woodland realm is mighty and vast. Gondor is doomed unless you rectify the situation now.”
“How do I do that?”
“Start by apologizing to Legolas and then hope he accepts.”
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Part 6
After Sam had brought him his bag, Aragorn expertly removed the dagger and then helped Legolas to remove his jerkin and tunic which left the elf’s well toned upper body bare to the waist.
It also revealed tense back muscles from the elf’s continuing anger and pain. Both of which could work against his healing efforts.
“We are in luck my friend,” he suddenly said lightheartedly.
“How so?” a disbelieving Legolas replied while glancing over his shoulder.
“Since we are miles from any settlement your elfish virtue will not cause hordes of swooning maidens. The care of which would exceed my capability.”
Now this quickly earned Aragorn a second look of disbelief at such outlandishness and then a soft snort of amusement.
“Who better to have as a friend than a ranger willing to sacrifice his life and limb as he fends off those maidens not so easily put into a swoon,” Legolas countered impishly.
The four hobbits looked at one another unsure if they should be listening in on this.
“Do not worry about your presence Master Hobbits since what you are hearing is nothing but healing teasing,” Aragorn reassured.
“My Father may think otherwise,” Legolas impishly countered again.
Boromir and Legolas have a heated exchange of words about Aragorn’s Kingly status before the Fellowship leaves. Will this lead to more such confrontations along the way and how will Aragorn deal with them if they do? This story is told in double drabble installments.
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Part 1
Boromir’s anger was such that he started to withdraw his blade. However, he stopped mid-way when Legolas’ swifter movements aimed an arrow at his forehead.
“Is this how the men of Gondor deal with someone who speaks the truth?” the elf asked his steady voice belying his own built up anger.
“That Ranger won’t be my King!” Boromir sputtered while he let his sword slip back into its scabbard. Only then did Legolas lower his arrow.
“Aragorn will indeed be your King.”
“Stubborn jackass! You have no proof he is Isildur’s heir!”
“No, you’re the jackass for discounting the proof verified by Mithrandir and Lord Elrond!”
Boromir clenched his fists while he now contemplated punching the infuriating elf in the face. However, the ready presence of the arrow made him think twice.
“You will regret your support for that Ranger!” he growled confidently. Then he spun around and headed down the covered walkway leading to Rivendell’s main gate.
Silently Legolas slipped his weapons into their places on his back before following.
Later at the gate Aragorn’s noticed an angry Boromir’s attempts to ignore an equally angry Legolas’ glare and he hope this didn’t have anything to do with him.
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Part 2
Suspicion joined the lingering anger in Boromir’s heart while he watch Aragorn and Legolas have another hushed conversation away from the resting Fellowship.
“You’re right in not trusting that elf,” the man heard Gimli say from his side.
“How do you know I don’t trust him?”
The dwarf smiled knowingly. “As a dwarf, I’m keenly aware of suspicion directed towards elves seeing how they’re a thorn in the side of dwarf-dom.”
“Do you trust the ranger?”
“I’ve heard he’s honorable enough to be a kingly heir.”
“Gondor needs no King! My father’s rule will see us through and we should be using the ring now to stem this tide of evil instead of trying to destroy it!” Boromir firmly stated in a lower voice as Legolas purposely walked past and ahead on the path the Fellowship had been following.
“I wonder where he is going?” Gimli mused suspiciously just as Aragorn joined him.
“We’re leaving familiar lands so Legolas’ sharper senses will warn us against the unfamiliar,” the ranger explained.
Boromir smirked. “Feeling too kingly ranger to do it yourself?” he asked.
“Not at all!”
“Don’t trust the elf!” Gimli warned emphatically.
Aragorn sighed and walked away for now.
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Part 3
As the days passed, two thoughts weighed heavily on Boromir’s mind. The first was his growing feeling of confidence about the Ring going back to Gondor. The other had to do with Legolas.
Now the elf hadn’t spoken a word to him since the Fellowship’s departure and had gone out of his way to avoid him too. However, that changed when Boromir spied Legolas having a hushed conversation with Frodo while glancing in his direction.
Instantly the man’s earlier suspicion flared into uncontrollable anger. It was bad enough the elf stubbornly thought the ranger a king. But to now having him meddling with the Ringbearer to secure the Ring for himself was the last straw.
Without further thought, Boromir slipped out his dagger and thew it swiftly at Legolas’ back just as the elf walked away from Frodo.
As for the hobbit, he could only watch helplessly in horror as the blade hit and caused the elf’s graceful stride to come to a faltering stop. Then he slowly sagged to one knee while trying to reach back for the dagger.
“The Ring must go to Gondor Frodo no matter what that elf says!” Boromir shouted angrily after the fleeing hobbit.
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Part 4
“Boromir is trying to kill Legolas!” Frodo shouted toward Aragorn and Gandalf while he ran over to the pipe smoking man and wizard.
Without saying a word, a fearful Aragorn quickly headed back along the hobbit’s trail until he reached the elf’s side. The sight of the lodged dagger adding anger to his fear.
“Make yourself scarce Boromir!” he snapped at the man when he saw the murderous look in Legolas’ eyes.
“And if I don’t ranger?”
“You will suffer my staff upside your head!” Gandalf angrily interjected as he grabbed the man by his arm and pulled him roughly away.
An amused Gimli trailed after them.
“Sam I need my bag from Bill’s pack,” Aragorn said to the hobbit before he began to help Legolas slip free of the harness holding the elf’s quiver, bow, and twin knives snuggly to his back.
“He is a dead man,” the fuming elf whispered in elvish.
“I would not argue that if we did not need him,” the man replied in kind.
“Fortunately, the quiver caused the dagger to go in at an angle so it only made a deep cut,” he added in the common tongue for the remaining listening Fellowship.
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Part 5
“Have you lost your mind?” Gandalf demanded after he had pulled Boromir a good distance away.
“You should be asking the elf that. He’s the one who tried to coerce Frodo into not taking the ring to Gondor with that whispering of his!”
“Do you know who Legolas is?” the wizard asked.
Now this sudden change of subjects momentarily through Boromir off-balance since he expected to be defending his correct course of action for the ring.
“Just a meddlesome elf,” he replied with a snort of contempt.
“He’s King Thranduil’s son and if word were ever to reach him about what you did your father will have a far greater problem to worry about than an evil magical ring,” Gandalf replied in a low dire sounding voice. “You see King Thranduil won’t suffer anyone foolish enough to harm the son he loves more than life itself so its safe to assume he will destroy your White City to repay in kind.”
“He wouldn’t dare!” a shocked Boromir exclaimed.
“His Woodland realm is mighty and vast. Gondor is doomed unless you rectify the situation now.”
“How do I do that?”
“Start by apologizing to Legolas and then hope he accepts.”
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Part 6
After Sam had brought him his bag, Aragorn expertly removed the dagger and then helped Legolas to remove his jerkin and tunic which left the elf’s well toned upper body bare to the waist.
It also revealed tense back muscles from the elf’s continuing anger and pain. Both of which could work against his healing efforts.
“We are in luck my friend,” he suddenly said lightheartedly.
“How so?” a disbelieving Legolas replied while glancing over his shoulder.
“Since we are miles from any settlement your elfish virtue will not cause hordes of swooning maidens. The care of which would exceed my capability.”
Now this quickly earned Aragorn a second look of disbelief at such outlandishness and then a soft snort of amusement.
“Who better to have as a friend than a ranger willing to sacrifice his life and limb as he fends off those maidens not so easily put into a swoon,” Legolas countered impishly.
The four hobbits looked at one another unsure if they should be listening in on this.
“Do not worry about your presence Master Hobbits since what you are hearing is nothing but healing teasing,” Aragorn reassured.
“My Father may think otherwise,” Legolas impishly countered again.