Boromir's niece
Summary:
What happens when Boromir's 15 yr. old niece, who is madly in love Legolas, joins the fellowship?
1 Chapter 1
~ Boromir's chamber ~
"Please Uncle Boromir! I'll be real good, honest I will. I won't moan and I can cook." Michelle pretended to pout and did puppy dog eyes at her uncle. She desperately wanted go with them on the quest to destroy the ring.
"Michelle, you can't, it's too dangerous. You have no way of protecting yourself."
"Ha, that's what you think. Arwen has taught me how use a sword, and I'm getting real good. Plus the fact that I'm a 15 year old girl. I could speak for Gondor. If anybody captured me, I could talk them to death and then escape. But not that you'd let me get captured or anything, though is it Uncle Boromir?." Boromir couldn't help but laugh at his niece's persistence, and it was true, she did have the 'gift of the gab'.
"Well, it's not up to me. Elrond is the one to ask, and I'm not sure if he…"
"But you say I can go?"
"Only if Elrond says its ok."
"He does. I already asked him and he said he's fine with it as long as the rest of the fellowship can put up with me." She paused to think about that. "Hey, I just realised what he said. That just isn't funny."
"You got round Lord Elrond?" Boromir was astounded. Nobody he knew had ever managed that before. "Then maybe we could use in the fellowship, that Gandalf is one hard nut to crack."
"Thank You, Uncle Boromir" She threw her arms around her uncle's neck and then ran out of the room.
Boromir was left alone to think about the situation. He had just greed to let his niece come with them. Was he crazy? Obviously, or he wouldn't give in to her every time she wanted something. He hoped the others would forgive him.
"God, what have I let myself in for?"
~ Rivendell's gardens ~
Michelle was possibly the happiest person alive. Not only had she got to see the elves of Rivendell (and there were some rather tasty ones at that) but she got to go on an adventure as well. She was fully aware that it could result in her death, but she didn't care. Whilst residing in Rivendell she had befriended Pippin, so she went in search of him to tell him the 'good' news.
She wandered around for a while, then finally found Merry and Pippin in a heated discussion about which were nicer, mushrooms or bacon.
"Hey Pippin. Hey Merry." She called to them over the row.
"Argh!" said Merry, who was very scared of Michelle, due to the fact she was related to Boromir, who he also found quite scary. Ignoring Merry, she turned to Pippin.
"Guess what?"
"What?"
"Guess."
"I can't be bothered, just tell me."
"Oh, very well. I'm coming with you! To M- oh, wait, we're not meant to say that are we, well you know, the whole fellowship thing. I convinced Elrond and Boromir to let me go with you, and they both agreed." This was too much Merry. He ran off, screaming, in search of the rest of the fellowship to tell them, but he couldn't find them so he went and got some food. Elrond later found him and silenced him (Elves have their ways of doing such things).
"Are you sure you want to do that? It'll be very dangerous, tiring, and not to mention hungry work. Are you sure you'll cope?"
"I know I've been told. But I can handle it, and myself. Hunger – I don't eat a lot anyway, tiring – It takes a lot to tire me out and dangerous – pah! You haven't seen me angry, now that's dangerous."
"Great! Well, I'm hungry, come with me to get some food and we can have a nice little chat about it.
Summary:
What happens when Boromir's 15 yr. old niece, who is madly in love Legolas, joins the fellowship?
1 Chapter 1
~ Boromir's chamber ~
"Please Uncle Boromir! I'll be real good, honest I will. I won't moan and I can cook." Michelle pretended to pout and did puppy dog eyes at her uncle. She desperately wanted go with them on the quest to destroy the ring.
"Michelle, you can't, it's too dangerous. You have no way of protecting yourself."
"Ha, that's what you think. Arwen has taught me how use a sword, and I'm getting real good. Plus the fact that I'm a 15 year old girl. I could speak for Gondor. If anybody captured me, I could talk them to death and then escape. But not that you'd let me get captured or anything, though is it Uncle Boromir?." Boromir couldn't help but laugh at his niece's persistence, and it was true, she did have the 'gift of the gab'.
"Well, it's not up to me. Elrond is the one to ask, and I'm not sure if he…"
"But you say I can go?"
"Only if Elrond says its ok."
"He does. I already asked him and he said he's fine with it as long as the rest of the fellowship can put up with me." She paused to think about that. "Hey, I just realised what he said. That just isn't funny."
"You got round Lord Elrond?" Boromir was astounded. Nobody he knew had ever managed that before. "Then maybe we could use in the fellowship, that Gandalf is one hard nut to crack."
"Thank You, Uncle Boromir" She threw her arms around her uncle's neck and then ran out of the room.
Boromir was left alone to think about the situation. He had just greed to let his niece come with them. Was he crazy? Obviously, or he wouldn't give in to her every time she wanted something. He hoped the others would forgive him.
"God, what have I let myself in for?"
~ Rivendell's gardens ~
Michelle was possibly the happiest person alive. Not only had she got to see the elves of Rivendell (and there were some rather tasty ones at that) but she got to go on an adventure as well. She was fully aware that it could result in her death, but she didn't care. Whilst residing in Rivendell she had befriended Pippin, so she went in search of him to tell him the 'good' news.
She wandered around for a while, then finally found Merry and Pippin in a heated discussion about which were nicer, mushrooms or bacon.
"Hey Pippin. Hey Merry." She called to them over the row.
"Argh!" said Merry, who was very scared of Michelle, due to the fact she was related to Boromir, who he also found quite scary. Ignoring Merry, she turned to Pippin.
"Guess what?"
"What?"
"Guess."
"I can't be bothered, just tell me."
"Oh, very well. I'm coming with you! To M- oh, wait, we're not meant to say that are we, well you know, the whole fellowship thing. I convinced Elrond and Boromir to let me go with you, and they both agreed." This was too much Merry. He ran off, screaming, in search of the rest of the fellowship to tell them, but he couldn't find them so he went and got some food. Elrond later found him and silenced him (Elves have their ways of doing such things).
"Are you sure you want to do that? It'll be very dangerous, tiring, and not to mention hungry work. Are you sure you'll cope?"
"I know I've been told. But I can handle it, and myself. Hunger – I don't eat a lot anyway, tiring – It takes a lot to tire me out and dangerous – pah! You haven't seen me angry, now that's dangerous."
"Great! Well, I'm hungry, come with me to get some food and we can have a nice little chat about it.