This part is totally written for the girl and her sister whom I made cry. (the sister not the girl) anyways Hanna M, this is for you and yours. Cause really that's fucking wicked. Nothing makes an author more proud than to hear "omg! that's so horribly wrong that it made someone cry!" (it was the description of her shirt that did it wasn't it?) Just wait, it gets better.

They moved quickly after that, Boromir and Kat choosing to walk together, deep in conversation. Kat got a sun burn, Cissa a deep tan. Cissa soon gave up her skirt for a pair of Aragorns breeches, borrowed and cut until they fit her shorter legs. Kat kept her own clothes. Cissa generally skipped along with the hobbits, her hair always blowing gracefully in the wind, Somehow she always managed to keep it tangle and frizz free, with out the use of a hairbrush, even though she occasionally got it caught on things. Every night it looked rather like a frizzled afro, but every morning it was curly and tame. Kat had to resort to braiding her hair every night and morning so that it wouldn't tangle. They moved ever closer to the misty mountains, and Boromir began teaching the hobbits to sword fight.

"Would you like to learn?" Pippin asked, one evening after dinner, holding his short sword out to Kat. "You can spar with Merry while Boromir watches." Kat sent Boromir a teasing look.

"Getting old?" she inquired, raising an eyebrow and taking the proffered sword. "Is the strain of the marching to much that you can no longer keep up your duties to the hobbits?" She winked at Pippin and he joined in the teasing.

"Do I see grey in your hair Boromir?" The little hobbit asked in mock horror, "have we aged you before your time?" Boromir gasped theatrically, raising a hand to his hair.

"Grey?" he intoned dramatically, staggering towards them. "Let it be not so Master Pippin! I am aged, I am stricken!" Boromir fell to his knees, hands plastered over his face. He walked on his knees until he was closer to them. "I will die before my time, horribly aged by this task of teaching hobbits swordplay!" Boromir pretended to sob into his hands, then launched himself at Pippin, tossing the hobbit over his shoulder. Pippin squealed with delight as Boromir surged to his feet.

"Oh save me!" Pippen cried over dramatically. Kat launched herself at Boromir, leaving the sword on the ground. She tickled his sides and Boromir twitched, laughing delightedly. Merry joined the fray, tangling himself in Boromir's legs, sending them all crashing to the ground in a giggling heap. Kat found herself the new victim as Pippin landed half on her and decided she was the easier target. Soon tears streamed down her face as she tried to escape his tickling hands, she shrieked as Merry grabbed her socked feet and joined in.

"Mercy!" She sputtered, choking on her laughter. "uncle! I give, I give!" Boromir pulled the hobbits from her and swept her up in his arms.

"And so Boromir rescues the damsel in distress." Gandalf called out for his seat by the small fire.

"What boon shall you give him?" Gimli asked gruffly, his shoulders stiff, he had not warmed towards Kat at all, and rarely spoke to her.

"Yes," Cissa said snidely, from her perch at Aragorns side. "What boon will you give him Kat?" the slight hostilities between the two girls had turned to open warfare, when Cissa began playing Legolas and Aragorn off of each other.

"You know, Cissa," Kat said lightly from her perch in Boromir's arms, "I don't know what your problem is, but I bet its really hard to pronounce." Boromir laughed and strode away from the group.

"The lady and I will discuss her boon in private," he called over his shoulder. Frodo turned to Gandalf as Boromir strode away.

"So much for sword practice." Frodo said softly as Merry and Pippin came to sit next to him, laughing and panting.

"She makes a lightness in him." Gandalf said gently, "In times such as these, there is always room for that." Frodo nodded.

"That," Merry declaired, "was fun."

"And will you leave off your sword play for the evening Master Merry?" Aragorn inquired gently, running his hand over Cissa's arms lightly, not noticing Legolas's dark scowl.

"We will practice" Pippen said lightly, taking a sip of water, "have no fear Master Strider, we will be master swordsmen before you know it."

"I am sure you will." Cissa simpered sweetly. "I wish I could learn to fight."

"We could show you!" Merry offered, walking to pick up Pippin's sword. Cissa stood slowly and walked over to take the sword. "Here you hold it like this." Merry demonstrated with his own blade, correcting Cissas hands until she had a good grip on the blade. "now swing it a bit, until you feel comfortable with the weight of it." Cissa uncertainly swung the blade back and forth, beaming delightedly at the feel of it in her hands.

"This is soo cool!" Cissa said delightedly, prancing about swinging the sword from side to side. Her boot was untied and she tripped, falling hard on her side. The sword sliced into her knee as she fell, and she cried out. Legolas and Aragorn were at her side in seconds, fairly running over the hobbits as they crowded close. Cissa burst into loud sobs, tears streaming down her face as she turned bright red.

Aragorn examined her leg and quickly set about cleaning her wound as Legolas held her hands and murmured soothing nonsense. The hobbits and Gimli stood around them in a small half circle of concern. Gandalf sat at the fire watching, but saying nothing. With in moments, the crises was past, Cissa sat by the fire, clad in her skirt with a tight bandage on her knee, snuggling up to Legolas as both he and Aragorn shared stories of times they had been hurt while training. The hobbits went back to their sword practice, and Gimli sat down to sharpen his axe.

Boromir carried Kat to a secluded spot far from the group, it was dark and had been when they stopped, but he walked easily through the darkness. When he stopped he didn't let her down but simply stood, holding her for a moment.

"You are unlike any woman that I have ever seen before." Boromir said softly, looking down at her face, faintly lit by the moon and stars. Kat squirmed and he slowly set her on her feet. Boromir towered over her and she didn't move for a second, allowing him to press her against his torso and thighs.

"Its cause we're from someplace else." Kat said simply, stepping backwards until she was no longer sandwiched against him. "We don't have a lot in common Boromir."

"We have enough don't we?" Boromir asked, taking her right hand and running his thumb over her knuckles.

"Like what?" Kat retorted, trying hard not to sigh at the sensation of his hand on hers.

"This night, the stars above us, the blood rushes through your veins the same as mine." He laid a hand gently between her breasts, his eyes locked on hers. "Your heart thunders in your chest the same as mine does for me. We have been brought together. Why should we deny this?"

"Boromir," Kat tried, stepping away from him, feeling awkward and sad and horribly torn. His hand fell to his side. "We can't do this. I can't do this. I don't know how I got here, or how I'll get home, but." She took a deep breath around a horrible lump in her throat, "But, I can't stay here. I have a life at home. I just can't stay." Boromir blinked at her and stepped towards her, catching both her hands in his.

"I am not asking you to stay." He began tenderly, "or to give up your life for me." Boromir pulled her up against him. "I am just asking for you to enjoy what we might have. I can not just let these feelings go with out acting on them. I must try.." He kissed her forehead. "And when the time comes for you to leave me, then I will kiss you farewell and remember you always." He feathered kisses across her forehead and eyes and over the tip of her nose, stopping with his lips bare millimetres from hers. "Please Kat, will you not try?" He asked, the words caressing her lips in a way that made her shiver.

"There is never an harm in trying." Kat did not reply, and for a long moment they stood, close enough to kiss, but not lips not touching. Boromir sighed and began to pull away, and Kat clutched at his hands.

"Don't go." She said, and stepped forwards to kiss him.

End this part

I'm evil. I know. They make with the smoochies and then I stop the typing. Who wants to throws stuff at me? Lets see a show of hands!

R and R!