Note: This fic is rated R for a good reason. This is my first rated R fic,
so be kind. Boromir fans should leave right now; this is my version of how
and why Boromir betrayed the Fellowship. Contains shounen ai between
Legolas and Aragorn and severe violence. These characters do not belong to
me. The character whose POV are being written are marked with ********.
Elven words are in ' ', human words are normal.
Falling Tears
Part 1.
A.J. Matthews
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Legolas
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It was a fine day to be alive, I thought, as I gazed at the winter wonderland in the forest. I used my elven speed to dash up behind Aragorn and drop a snowball on him from up in a tree.
"Legolas!" he protested. "That's cold!"
I laughed merrily, my emerald green eyes sparkling. The hobbits were laughing as well.
'You should pay closer attention!' I called down to him, grinning.
Aragorn halted the trail and looked up at me with a challenge on his face. He ran up the tree faster than I would have expected.
I led him on a merry chase through three treetops, until he finally caught up and tackled me. We both fell out of the tree. The others were watching us closely to see if we were hurt.
I was pinned under him. I gazed up at him, feeling a familiar stirring inside my elven heart.
Aragorn looked down at me with a strange expression on his face.
'You win?' I offered, aware that we were being watched.
'And you should be quicker, Legolas,' Aragorn finally said, as he stood and helped me to my feet.
'Indeed,' I said, amused. I started brushing the snow out of my long blond hair. Aragorn gently brushed some snow out for me when I couldn't reach it. I smiled my thanks.
The hobbits were grinning and nudging each other. Gimli the dwarf just smiled and shook his head. Boromir was frowning at the sight of Aragorn and myself standing together.
I didn't know why, but this particular human made me uneasy. He was always watching me. In my heart, I could not bring myself to trust him completely.
"Let's get moving," Aragorn said, gesturing for our group to start walking again. 'Gimli and I still have to go talk with the dwarves who rule this land to ask if we may cross it.'
"Can we go too?" Frodo asked earnestly. He looked and acted like a small child a lot of the time. The other hobbits nodded their heads eagerly.
"Fine with me," Gimli said.
"They'll probably be safer with you, Aragorn, and Gimli." I saw Boromir frowning again. "Who would dare to attack a camp full of dwarves?" I asked logically.
Boromir looked slightly appeased at those words.
"Yes, my old friend. Your logic is sound, as always," Aragorn said, smiling at me. I felt a blush creep onto my face. He turned to the hobbits. "You may come if you like."
They cheered. I smiled. Some things never changed.
We began walking again. I walked beside Aragorn and felt Boromir staring again.
I spoke to Aragorn softly in Elvish, because I knew Boromir didn't understand Elvish very easily.
'Aragorn? Forgive me if I disturb your thoughts, but I am apprehensive about staying behind as well,' I murmured.
Aragorn looked at me, surprised. 'Why, Legolas?'
'I have doubts about that particular human,' I said quietly, glancing at Boromir.
'I am human, too, Legolas,' he reminded me gently. 'You trust me, don't you.'
I sighed softly. 'It's not you I don't trust, Aragorn. It's him.'
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Aragorn
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I wasn't entirely surprised to hear what Legolas said about Boromir. Almost everyone knew what Galadrial had meant when she said that 'he' would try to take the Ring.
But he continued speaking in Elvish. 'He always stares at me so. It makes me uncomfortable.'
I turned and saw Boromir was, in fact, staring directly at the beautiful elf. I smiled at Legolas reassuringly. 'He won't bite, you know.'
Legolas nodded slowly. 'But do try to make it a short visit, Aragorn. If Boromir and I are attacked, we will be severely outnumbered.'
"I will," I said. I spoke in English. I could see that Legolas had doubts still. I had never seen him so troubled before.
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Boromir
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I saw that Aragorn and Legolas were having one of their little talks again. In Elvish, no doubt. I didn't understand most of the Elvish tongue.
It made me so jealous, the way Legolas always preferred Aragorn's company. As if I wasn't good enough for him, or something. I wanted the delicate elf for myself. But Aragorn had Legolas's affections.
I'd seen that clearly enough back when the Fellowship was first formed. He'd jumped up and defended Aragorn to me, of all people.
I still did not see why we had to destroy the One Ring. I could use it for so much good. To defend my people in Gondor, and to claim Legolas for my own.
I frowned as I saw Aragorn smiled at the elf. Jealousy burned in my heart, as well as anger.
I knew then that if I wanted Legolas, I had to make my move quickly. Otherwise, the elf would be Aragorn's. I knew that they had feelings for each other. They tried hard to hide them, but it was obvious.
I saw the dwarves up ahead. They were to escort the hobbits, Aragorn, and Gimli to the dwarves. I would be alone with Legolas for several hours.
God, I wanted him so badly that it hurt. And I vowed then that Legolas would be mine, as I saw him whispering in Aragorn's ear. One way or the other, he would belong to me.
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Legolas
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"Farewell, my friend," I said to Aragorn softly. I looked at Gimli and the hobbits. "Be swift and be safe."
They nodded.
"We'll be fine," Aragorn said, as they were led away by the dwarves.
I waved after them, until they had faded from sight.
Boromir cleared his throat.
I turned and looked at him. "We should probably build a camp, for it will be dark soon after they return."
To my relief, he nodded.
"I'll gather firewood," I offered. "Can you light the fire?"
Again, he merely nodded. "I'll lay the beds out, as well."
Aragorn and the others had left their packs behind. I picked up all of the water skins.
"Then I shall gather water."
I walked away, feeling him watching me as I disappeared into the forest. I refilled the water skins and returned to the camp.
There was a strange gleam in Boromir's eyes as he watched me place the skins beside the packs. He'd already laid the beds out.
To my surprise, I saw that it was snowing again. "I shall gather firewood now, Boromir. I'll be back in a while," I murmured, as I walked deeper into the forest, picking up as many dry branches as I could carry.
When I turned around, I got the shock of my life.
Boromir was standing directly behind me, a few feet away.
I was so startled, I dropped the wood I'd gathered.
"You surprised me, Boromir. I thought you were making the fire," I said quietly. I knelt down and began to pick up the fallen pieces of wood.
"Legolas," his voice said huskily.
I looked at him warily. I stood and began to back away slowly as he advanced on me.
"What are you doing, Boromir?" I asked as I backed into a tree.
"Nothing."
I turned and began to run. Something was wrong with him.
I was tackled hard from behind. Boromir was a tall and strong human. I squirmed beneath him. He was too strong for me.
"What is this?" I asked. "What is wrong with you? Let me up!" I struggled hard, scratching him with my fingernails.
He grabbed my wrists easily and began to wrap cord around them. I lashed out with my feet, hard. Boromir wasn't playing a game this time.
"You will be mine, Legolas." His voice was full of lust and anger. "You will never be Aragorn's."
I let out a high-pitched Elven whistle. Aragorn knew what the different whistles meant.
Boromir knelt on me, holding his ears. "You'll pay for that." He drew his sword, and as I struggled helplessly, the hilt slammed down into my face.
I sank into darkness as rough hands tore at my clothes.
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Aragorn
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We hadn't been gone for more than two hours when I heard a high-pitched Elven whistle. Only Legolas could have whistled like that. I knew what that particular whistle meant. It was a cry for help.
"Gimli, I have to go. Legolas is in trouble," I said. "Probably Boromir is, as well."
He nodded wordlessly. He knew what the whistle had meant, as well.
I gathered the little hobbits together and bid farewell to the hospitality of the dwarves, who had given us the privilege of taking a shortcut across their land. Gimli stayed behind to finish the negotiations.
Our small group headed back towards where we had last seen Legolas and Boromir.
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Boromir
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I looked down at the battered and nude body beneath me, and felt a sense of shame and revulsion. What had I done? I pulled myself off of Legolas's unconscious body. God, I felt so sick. I put my clothes on and ran. In the distance, I heard Aragorn's voice calling for Legolas.
God, Aragorn would never forgive me. I'd violated Legolas in the worst way possible- more than once, too. I sank down to my knees and wished for death. How could I look the others in the eyes again, especially Legolas. I was a monster. I'd let my anger and feelings for Legolas get out of hand.
God, Legolas, I'm so sorry. I buried my face in my knees and wept.
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Aragorn
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I found the remnants of a camp, and saw the beds had been laid out. I felt a sense of forbearing as I saw that both Legolas and Boromir were missing. I couldn't help but remember what Legolas had said to me: 'It's not you that I don't trust, Aragorn. It's him.'
"Legolas!" I shouted. The snow made it difficult to see.
I followed the snow-covered tracks as best as I could.
Frodo let out a stricken cry and ran forward. He stopped and looked away, as in pain.
"Aragorn," he said, his voice cracking slightly. He pointed directly in front of him.
I walked over to him, and the other hobbits followed me.
All of them turned away at the sight.
I ran forward and knelt beside Legolas. God, he looked horrible. A massive cut was on his forehead, as well as numerous bruises. Cuts and bruises were all over him, for that matter. His clothes had been torn into pieces, and he kept whispering something soft in Elvish. He shivered, either from pain or cold. Or possibly both. His hands had been bound above his head.
'No more, please," he pleaded in a voice full of pain.
With those words, I knew something terrible had happened. I cut the ropes binding his arms. I then tore off my cloak and wrapped it around Legolas. I picked him up easily, and cradled his head on my chest. In the darkness, I saw that his blond hair now had a pink tinge to it. Elven blood, I saw.
He whimpered and tried to get out of my arms, fearful of physical contact.
'It's ok, Legolas,' I whispered in his pointed ears. 'It's me, Aragorn.'
He sighed and went limp.
I looked at the hobbits. "Run ahead and get the fire started. He needs to get warm as soon as possible."
They nodded and ran off. In my mind, I wondered where Boromir was. Surely he would come out now that we were here.
I carried Legolas back to the camp and laid him flat on my blankets. I looked around and saw that Frodo was missing.
"Where's Frodo?" I asked as I knelt beside Legolas and pulled my blankets over him.
"I thought he was with you," Sam said. Merry and Pippin nodded.
"No, I thought he was with you." My heart sank.
Then I heard the Horn of Gondor and the sound of battle.
"Sam, please remain here and protect Legolas." I dashed off, looking back at Legolas's pale and battered face.
"I will," Sam vowed.
Unknown to me, Merry and Pippin followed.
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Frodo
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My heart felt sick, as I clutched the belt I had found lying next to Legolas.
Boromir's belt. It had to have been Boromir. The Ring must have corrupted him worse than I thought.
I finally saw him, sitting in front of a tree, and walked up to him
"You did that to Legolas, didn't you?" I stated, flinging his belt at him.
"Yes," he whispered. "And I am so ashamed of myself for doing it." He wept into his hands.
"How could you!" I shouted at him. "He trusted you!"
Boromir just shook his head.
I knew in my heart that I had to leave the Fellowship. Galadrial had told me so in Rivendell. So when Boromir stood and advanced on me, asking for the Ring, I put it on and vanished.
I ran down to where the boats had been placed, and found Sam there waiting for me.
"I'm coming with you, Master Frodo," he said.
I nodded. "Let's go."
We pushed a boat in and shoved off, heading for Mordor.
In the distance, we saw the orcs carrying off Merry and Pippin. But there was nothing we could do for them.
To be continued
Falling Tears
Part 1.
A.J. Matthews
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Legolas
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It was a fine day to be alive, I thought, as I gazed at the winter wonderland in the forest. I used my elven speed to dash up behind Aragorn and drop a snowball on him from up in a tree.
"Legolas!" he protested. "That's cold!"
I laughed merrily, my emerald green eyes sparkling. The hobbits were laughing as well.
'You should pay closer attention!' I called down to him, grinning.
Aragorn halted the trail and looked up at me with a challenge on his face. He ran up the tree faster than I would have expected.
I led him on a merry chase through three treetops, until he finally caught up and tackled me. We both fell out of the tree. The others were watching us closely to see if we were hurt.
I was pinned under him. I gazed up at him, feeling a familiar stirring inside my elven heart.
Aragorn looked down at me with a strange expression on his face.
'You win?' I offered, aware that we were being watched.
'And you should be quicker, Legolas,' Aragorn finally said, as he stood and helped me to my feet.
'Indeed,' I said, amused. I started brushing the snow out of my long blond hair. Aragorn gently brushed some snow out for me when I couldn't reach it. I smiled my thanks.
The hobbits were grinning and nudging each other. Gimli the dwarf just smiled and shook his head. Boromir was frowning at the sight of Aragorn and myself standing together.
I didn't know why, but this particular human made me uneasy. He was always watching me. In my heart, I could not bring myself to trust him completely.
"Let's get moving," Aragorn said, gesturing for our group to start walking again. 'Gimli and I still have to go talk with the dwarves who rule this land to ask if we may cross it.'
"Can we go too?" Frodo asked earnestly. He looked and acted like a small child a lot of the time. The other hobbits nodded their heads eagerly.
"Fine with me," Gimli said.
"They'll probably be safer with you, Aragorn, and Gimli." I saw Boromir frowning again. "Who would dare to attack a camp full of dwarves?" I asked logically.
Boromir looked slightly appeased at those words.
"Yes, my old friend. Your logic is sound, as always," Aragorn said, smiling at me. I felt a blush creep onto my face. He turned to the hobbits. "You may come if you like."
They cheered. I smiled. Some things never changed.
We began walking again. I walked beside Aragorn and felt Boromir staring again.
I spoke to Aragorn softly in Elvish, because I knew Boromir didn't understand Elvish very easily.
'Aragorn? Forgive me if I disturb your thoughts, but I am apprehensive about staying behind as well,' I murmured.
Aragorn looked at me, surprised. 'Why, Legolas?'
'I have doubts about that particular human,' I said quietly, glancing at Boromir.
'I am human, too, Legolas,' he reminded me gently. 'You trust me, don't you.'
I sighed softly. 'It's not you I don't trust, Aragorn. It's him.'
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Aragorn
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I wasn't entirely surprised to hear what Legolas said about Boromir. Almost everyone knew what Galadrial had meant when she said that 'he' would try to take the Ring.
But he continued speaking in Elvish. 'He always stares at me so. It makes me uncomfortable.'
I turned and saw Boromir was, in fact, staring directly at the beautiful elf. I smiled at Legolas reassuringly. 'He won't bite, you know.'
Legolas nodded slowly. 'But do try to make it a short visit, Aragorn. If Boromir and I are attacked, we will be severely outnumbered.'
"I will," I said. I spoke in English. I could see that Legolas had doubts still. I had never seen him so troubled before.
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Boromir
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I saw that Aragorn and Legolas were having one of their little talks again. In Elvish, no doubt. I didn't understand most of the Elvish tongue.
It made me so jealous, the way Legolas always preferred Aragorn's company. As if I wasn't good enough for him, or something. I wanted the delicate elf for myself. But Aragorn had Legolas's affections.
I'd seen that clearly enough back when the Fellowship was first formed. He'd jumped up and defended Aragorn to me, of all people.
I still did not see why we had to destroy the One Ring. I could use it for so much good. To defend my people in Gondor, and to claim Legolas for my own.
I frowned as I saw Aragorn smiled at the elf. Jealousy burned in my heart, as well as anger.
I knew then that if I wanted Legolas, I had to make my move quickly. Otherwise, the elf would be Aragorn's. I knew that they had feelings for each other. They tried hard to hide them, but it was obvious.
I saw the dwarves up ahead. They were to escort the hobbits, Aragorn, and Gimli to the dwarves. I would be alone with Legolas for several hours.
God, I wanted him so badly that it hurt. And I vowed then that Legolas would be mine, as I saw him whispering in Aragorn's ear. One way or the other, he would belong to me.
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Legolas
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"Farewell, my friend," I said to Aragorn softly. I looked at Gimli and the hobbits. "Be swift and be safe."
They nodded.
"We'll be fine," Aragorn said, as they were led away by the dwarves.
I waved after them, until they had faded from sight.
Boromir cleared his throat.
I turned and looked at him. "We should probably build a camp, for it will be dark soon after they return."
To my relief, he nodded.
"I'll gather firewood," I offered. "Can you light the fire?"
Again, he merely nodded. "I'll lay the beds out, as well."
Aragorn and the others had left their packs behind. I picked up all of the water skins.
"Then I shall gather water."
I walked away, feeling him watching me as I disappeared into the forest. I refilled the water skins and returned to the camp.
There was a strange gleam in Boromir's eyes as he watched me place the skins beside the packs. He'd already laid the beds out.
To my surprise, I saw that it was snowing again. "I shall gather firewood now, Boromir. I'll be back in a while," I murmured, as I walked deeper into the forest, picking up as many dry branches as I could carry.
When I turned around, I got the shock of my life.
Boromir was standing directly behind me, a few feet away.
I was so startled, I dropped the wood I'd gathered.
"You surprised me, Boromir. I thought you were making the fire," I said quietly. I knelt down and began to pick up the fallen pieces of wood.
"Legolas," his voice said huskily.
I looked at him warily. I stood and began to back away slowly as he advanced on me.
"What are you doing, Boromir?" I asked as I backed into a tree.
"Nothing."
I turned and began to run. Something was wrong with him.
I was tackled hard from behind. Boromir was a tall and strong human. I squirmed beneath him. He was too strong for me.
"What is this?" I asked. "What is wrong with you? Let me up!" I struggled hard, scratching him with my fingernails.
He grabbed my wrists easily and began to wrap cord around them. I lashed out with my feet, hard. Boromir wasn't playing a game this time.
"You will be mine, Legolas." His voice was full of lust and anger. "You will never be Aragorn's."
I let out a high-pitched Elven whistle. Aragorn knew what the different whistles meant.
Boromir knelt on me, holding his ears. "You'll pay for that." He drew his sword, and as I struggled helplessly, the hilt slammed down into my face.
I sank into darkness as rough hands tore at my clothes.
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Aragorn
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We hadn't been gone for more than two hours when I heard a high-pitched Elven whistle. Only Legolas could have whistled like that. I knew what that particular whistle meant. It was a cry for help.
"Gimli, I have to go. Legolas is in trouble," I said. "Probably Boromir is, as well."
He nodded wordlessly. He knew what the whistle had meant, as well.
I gathered the little hobbits together and bid farewell to the hospitality of the dwarves, who had given us the privilege of taking a shortcut across their land. Gimli stayed behind to finish the negotiations.
Our small group headed back towards where we had last seen Legolas and Boromir.
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Boromir
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I looked down at the battered and nude body beneath me, and felt a sense of shame and revulsion. What had I done? I pulled myself off of Legolas's unconscious body. God, I felt so sick. I put my clothes on and ran. In the distance, I heard Aragorn's voice calling for Legolas.
God, Aragorn would never forgive me. I'd violated Legolas in the worst way possible- more than once, too. I sank down to my knees and wished for death. How could I look the others in the eyes again, especially Legolas. I was a monster. I'd let my anger and feelings for Legolas get out of hand.
God, Legolas, I'm so sorry. I buried my face in my knees and wept.
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Aragorn
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I found the remnants of a camp, and saw the beds had been laid out. I felt a sense of forbearing as I saw that both Legolas and Boromir were missing. I couldn't help but remember what Legolas had said to me: 'It's not you that I don't trust, Aragorn. It's him.'
"Legolas!" I shouted. The snow made it difficult to see.
I followed the snow-covered tracks as best as I could.
Frodo let out a stricken cry and ran forward. He stopped and looked away, as in pain.
"Aragorn," he said, his voice cracking slightly. He pointed directly in front of him.
I walked over to him, and the other hobbits followed me.
All of them turned away at the sight.
I ran forward and knelt beside Legolas. God, he looked horrible. A massive cut was on his forehead, as well as numerous bruises. Cuts and bruises were all over him, for that matter. His clothes had been torn into pieces, and he kept whispering something soft in Elvish. He shivered, either from pain or cold. Or possibly both. His hands had been bound above his head.
'No more, please," he pleaded in a voice full of pain.
With those words, I knew something terrible had happened. I cut the ropes binding his arms. I then tore off my cloak and wrapped it around Legolas. I picked him up easily, and cradled his head on my chest. In the darkness, I saw that his blond hair now had a pink tinge to it. Elven blood, I saw.
He whimpered and tried to get out of my arms, fearful of physical contact.
'It's ok, Legolas,' I whispered in his pointed ears. 'It's me, Aragorn.'
He sighed and went limp.
I looked at the hobbits. "Run ahead and get the fire started. He needs to get warm as soon as possible."
They nodded and ran off. In my mind, I wondered where Boromir was. Surely he would come out now that we were here.
I carried Legolas back to the camp and laid him flat on my blankets. I looked around and saw that Frodo was missing.
"Where's Frodo?" I asked as I knelt beside Legolas and pulled my blankets over him.
"I thought he was with you," Sam said. Merry and Pippin nodded.
"No, I thought he was with you." My heart sank.
Then I heard the Horn of Gondor and the sound of battle.
"Sam, please remain here and protect Legolas." I dashed off, looking back at Legolas's pale and battered face.
"I will," Sam vowed.
Unknown to me, Merry and Pippin followed.
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Frodo
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My heart felt sick, as I clutched the belt I had found lying next to Legolas.
Boromir's belt. It had to have been Boromir. The Ring must have corrupted him worse than I thought.
I finally saw him, sitting in front of a tree, and walked up to him
"You did that to Legolas, didn't you?" I stated, flinging his belt at him.
"Yes," he whispered. "And I am so ashamed of myself for doing it." He wept into his hands.
"How could you!" I shouted at him. "He trusted you!"
Boromir just shook his head.
I knew in my heart that I had to leave the Fellowship. Galadrial had told me so in Rivendell. So when Boromir stood and advanced on me, asking for the Ring, I put it on and vanished.
I ran down to where the boats had been placed, and found Sam there waiting for me.
"I'm coming with you, Master Frodo," he said.
I nodded. "Let's go."
We pushed a boat in and shoved off, heading for Mordor.
In the distance, we saw the orcs carrying off Merry and Pippin. But there was nothing we could do for them.
To be continued