9

"Boromir", Aragorn said softly, waking the sleeping warrior, "I talked to Gandalf" It was late that night and the only ones awake were Gimli on watch duty, Aragorn, and now Boromir.

"Congratulations, why the hell did you wake me" a tiered and displease Boromir grumbled.

"I talked to him about your scars and he explained them."

"That" Boromir said, "was none of your damn business."

"Yes, it was"

Boromir sat up and grabbed the collar of Aragorn who was leaning over him. "I do not want to hear another word about this again. Ever."

Gimli was looking over at them, ready to intervene.

"Come on" Boromir said crossly, releasing Aragorn and climbing out from underneath his thin cloak. They spoke behind a nearby tree, out of Gimli's hearing. "Look" Boromir said, "I don't care what the damned wizard said to you about me. I am part of this fellowship whether you like it or not."

"Boromir" Aragorn said softly, perhaps even penitently, "I just wanted to apologize for thinking ill of you. You should have simply told me. I think what you did was really...noble."

"Well, I'm happy for your approval" he said sarcastically, "now if you don't need anything further, I'm going to bed"

"Wait" Aragorn said softly

"What?" boromir said, a dangerous tone creeping into his voice, annoyance written plain on his face

"Nothing" Aragorn said with a sigh, walking further into the woods by himself as Boromir returned to camp.