Special Notice to those of you who did not read the summary: This is a sequel!!! If you intend on reading this I would advice you to read The Eye's Have It first. If you don't you'll be A) Sorely confused B) Scared and C) Sorry You Missed The First One!

Those of you who have already read The Eye's Have It: HEY YA'LL!!!! I'm so glad to be back, you know that I love this story, and I love you guys (brotherly and sisterly way) so much for being there for me. I can't wait to get this story under way. I really don't know if this will be the last story with the whole Jericho thing, but maybe... JUST MAYBE there'll be a third installment. Don't bet the farm on it, but MAYBE!

Disclaimer: Tolkien Enterprises, New Line Cinema, Dominic Monaghan, J.R.R. Tolkien, Merry Brandybuck, Perigrin Took, and anything else having to do with LOTR, belong to someone else not me. So Buzz Off! J/K... about the Buzz Off thing, I still don't own them............ Nope, still poor!

Also, if you noticed the characters thing you'll see that it says Boromir AND Merry. One thing I feel that needs to be said... THERE WILL BE NO 'BLOW THE HORN OF GONDOR,' JOKES IN THIS FIC!

Boromir: Hey that's a good line!

Merry: (rolls eyes) You would think so.

Okay now on with the fic!

A Love That's Blind

Chapter One: Moving On

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"I know you're out there," the blonde mumbled looking out from under her black streaked bangs, "You can't hide from me. I know your last name!" Quietly she crept towards the bush, stalking only the way a 19-year-old girl could.

"Come out, come out, where ever you are?" she sang creeping around the side of the bush. There was a noise from behind her and she whirled around to see a small childlike creature run by.

"Oh no you don't!" she yelped striding after it. Her long legs flew her towards him and she scooped the hobbit up in her arms before he hardly had a chance to breathe.

"Ack, You've caught me!" he giggled as she tickled him.

"Yes," she smiled sitting him down, "Now help me find the others Perigrin." He nodded and went off in another direction to search the other many gardens of Rivendell. Jericho sighed and looked after him remembering the days when she was once that small. The days when she felt like an equal to them, when she...

She shook her head sadly and wondered off into the garden.

There was a noise coming from a nearby grove of trees and she immediately walked toward it. The voices she heard wafting toward her were exactly what she was looking for, but the conversation was not.

"I still can't stand it Frodo," he said sadly.

"You're just going to have to move on," the elder hobbit comforted. Jericho moved where she could see the two hobbits.

"Yes, she's done a fine job of doing so herself hasn't she?" he asked scoffing and crossing his arms. She began to grow worried.

"Merry, she's a human, they don't have the same personalities as us-"

"So!" he burst waving his arms madly, "She spent plenty of time like us, I don't see how it didn't rub off on her!" Frodo flinched at his outburst.

"Merry, are you sure you've told me everything about that night? She didn't tell you anything that had to do with why she wanted to change?" he asked. Jericho listened closely as Merry mumbled his answer.

"Yes, I told you it all." She blinked in surprise. Why had Merry kept her outburst on him secret? Had she hurt him that bad? Was she as big of a bitch as she felt?

A tear fell down Merry's cheek. She had to hold her own gasp in, so as not to give herself away.

"She told me to never have regrets Frodo," he whispered, "How can I not regret something so terrible? How can she not regret doing what she did?"

"Isn't that what made you love her?" Frodo asked.

"Well, yes, but..." he trailed off looking in Jericho's direction. She kept still as not to be seen.

"I still love her, Frodo, and I probably always will," he confided, "Am I cursed?"

"No, I'd say blessed," he smiled and patted his friend on the back and walked out the opposite end of the grove.

Jericho quickly ran the other direction.

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"How long have we been here?" asked Pippin over the noonday meal later in the day. Merry shrugged and played with his food absently.

"It feels like time means nothing," he went on his mouth full of food, "Why just yesterday it seems like Jericho was-"he stopped abruptly.

"Please, go on," Merry growled staring at his plate in anger.

"I'm sorry Merry, I won't mention it again," he apologized. Merry stood up and walked away, passing Jericho and Boromir engrossed in a heated conversation. As he left the room he felt his ears burn in embarrassment for no reason at all.

"What's wrong with me?" he said aloud pounding his fists into his head.

"Nothing that I know of," answered a soft voice behind him. Merry whirled around to see no one.

"Hello?" he asked walking backwards a few steps.

"Hello," a voice chirped back, "Are you all right?"

"Umm... yes... I believe so," he said slowly.

"Well, you said that something was wrong, so I assumed that you were a bit distraught... But if it's all okay, then I'll leave..." the voice trailed off, it seemed a bit familiar.

"No please... uh stay if you like... I'm a bit lonely," he confessed.

"Why?" it asked. He took a deep breath and began the long story.

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Jericho laughed and glanced toward the hobbit passing her. Merry seemed distressed and she was severely worried about him. After everything she had said to him the night before, she didn't know how it had affected him. He hadn't mentioned it that morning, and she felt that maybe things could go back to normal. What ever that was?

"Boromir?" she asked seriously, "I'm worried about Merry."

"Which one is that?" he asked. She sighed.

"The one with the darker hair."

"You mean the one sitting there eating, he looks fine to me."

"No, he left just a moment ago, the one with the yellow vest."

"I thought he was the one with the scarf?"

"No, that's Pippin."

"How do you tell them all apart?"

"Easily, but really, I don't know what to do..." she trailed off and saw an elf enter the hall. Boromir followed her gaze and laughed.

"Elves," he smiled and turned back towards her, "Nice folk really, but not my type. I try to stick to my own kind." His eyes twinkled at her and she felt herself become a little unnerved.

"There's nothing wrong with being friends with those of another race," she said timidly, "You seem to forget that I was once a hobbit myself."

"Once a hobbit?" asked a dwarf near her. She turned to see a dwarf with a brown beard that he tucked neatly in his belt.

"Yes, Gimli Son of Gloin, but if you wish to hear the tale you'll just have to wait for another day," she smiled at the dumbstruck dwarf.

"How did you-?" he trailed off.

"My dear dwarf," began Gandalf from behind her, "All of your answers will be answered when we resume our council. And when our resident lady joins us." The old wizard's eyes twinkled beneath his eyebrows. Jericho stared at them and immediately knew he could read her soul.

She nodded her head silently and glanced at Boromir who was mildly amused by this whole predicament. Gandalf walked away, giving off a fake old man hunch and hobble. Jericho smiled at Boromir who smiled back.

"I guess this means I'm coming to the council?" she asked. He nodded and took a drink from his goblet. Some of the liquid spilled into his beard.

"Does that happen often?" she asked laughing.

"No," he said quickly moping himself off, "But I have gotten things in there that have dried up and taken weeks to brush out." She laughed.

"You better keep clean, or else I won't be kissing you at all!" she teased.

"Oh, you wouldn't be able to help your self," he remarked leaning in towards her.

"Oh really?" she asked moving even closer.

"Really."

She smirked and kissed the tip of his nose, "I win!"

He laughed and embraced her in a mighty hug.

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"Pippin, if you don't quick fidgeting you're going to give us away!" Merry whispered harshly.

"I can't help it, I just feel... so restless..." he tapped his foot impatiently.

"You better help it or else!" Merry rolled his eyes and peeked back from around the column he stood behind. He saw the backs of many unknown elves heads, and Gandalf, and Frodo, and... Jericho seated between Aragorn and Boromir. She was tapping her feet impatiently.

"Jericho," Elrond began, she snapped to attention suddenly, "You have traveled from the Shire and beyond, and it is thought that you have gifts. Please explain to us your journey." She stood up calmly and walked forward a few feet.

"Um... well, you've heard the journey part from Frodo, so I won't bore you guys with that. I will however tell you how I somehow fell into this," she paused and took a deep breath, "I awoke one morning in a field, I awoke somewhere in the outskirts of the Shire as a hobbit. There are few of you who have seen me before as I once was, and maybe you did not realize you did, but that was me. Anywho, I found Frodo, Pip, and Sam and I kinda followed them and such, well, me being the wuss that I am ran away from them and, what do you know, I end up triping and falling on a thorn covered vine. I was blind from that moment. I awoke in Crickhollow, where Merry joined our group. We traveled through the Old Forest, and there I was given a block that allowed me to see through it when I concentrated on the side of it. I could actually use this as an eye, but I lost it just before I arrived here. Also soon after we left the house of Tom Bombadil it became apparent to me that I could see some things. From what I've gathered I can see the things of the other world. I've been able to see Wrights, Wraiths, and Glorfindel." She looked about the group and they all gave her a strange look.

"I'm not done. When I arrived here, after about 4 days or so I awoke one morning to see that my sight had returned, and that same day I asked Elrond to turn me back into a human."

"Why?" asked a fair-haired elf.

"The details are long and boring, and such a romance novel!" she waved his question off.

"You could see things of the other world?" asked Aragorn.

"Yes, Ellesar," she sighed, "That's one thing about me you never understood."

"I thought I heard that you had a hindsight?" asked a human.

"Oh... that," she said sheepishly scratching the back of her head, "Yeah... um... I do know just about everything about this place, and I know that... well... I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise." She smiled.

"How do you do it?" asked another.

"I don't know, I really don't know if I can still see the things of the other world," she shrugged. Merry watched as Glorfindel began to shine with a white and glorious light. It soon became hard for him to look at the elf without squinting.

"Look at me Jericho," he said in a loud commanding voice. The others were covering their eyes from his radiance.

"Yes?" she said looking at him as if nothing had happened. As quickly as he had started he stopped, and all was as it was.

"She still retains it," he smiled.

"How could you tell? I just looked at you?" she asked placing her hands on her hips.

"I went into the other Realm just moments ago, you didn't notice, because you can see both worlds as easily as you can see your nose on your face." She crossed her eyes and looked towards her nose. Her eyes grew wide.

"Wow..."

"It's settled," Elrond answered, "She's going to accompany our ring bearer to Mordor."

"WHAT?" she asked stunned. Merry felt like screaming the same thing. Pippin had fallen over.

"You are going to go with Frodo to Mordor to destroy the ring," he said simply.

"No, I'm not!" she protested.

"You don't have much of a choice," he said sternly.

"Sure as Hell I do!" she began to walk away when Boromir stood up and grasped her hand. She turned to him, and gave him a look that made Merry want to shrink away.

"I'm going with you, whether the council likes it or not, I will accompany you and the ringbearer to Mordor. Gondor will see this evil destroyed, and I will see YOU help in whichever way is needed," he said looking into her eyes. She smiled a small smile Merry had never seen.

"And I will accompany to see that Frodo is protected!" Aragorn said standing up.

"I am going to lead the way," Gandalf proclaimed placing a hand on the small hobbit's shoulders.

"I'm coming to represent my people," said the fair-haired elf, also known as Legolas.

"I'm not going to let an elf show a dwarf up!" Gimli protested.

"Well," began Elrond, but was stopped by Sam bursting forth.

"Mr. Frodo isn't going anywhere without me!"

"Or us!" said Merry running forward. Pippin walked behind him dazed.

"We won't be left behind and you'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us!" Merry said in mock happiness trying not to look at Jericho.

"That can be arranged," Jericho teased. Pippin smiled back at her.

"Hmm..." thought Elrond, "Well, so be it... you shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!"

"Great," said Pippin looking at Merry, "Where are we going."

"TO HELL AND BACK!!!!" Jericho shouted and ran off into the garden.

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Woo HOO!!!! I'm sorry about the sad lil things that I had during the council and I know I'm like time zones away from the book, but who cares!!! Also, that lil thing Jericho said... I've always thought that PJ should've yelled that line at the top of his lungs on an outtake at that point. Cause it's true. Anywho, review!-DB:D