Author's Notes:

Sorry, guys, but I'm leaving tomorrow. I might have time for another quick update in the morning, though. So, please, don't be disappointed when I don't update for 8 days. Thanks so much!

Chapter 7:

It is dinner. We leave tomorrow at first light. All of us are nervous; even if we don't show it.

I think that my training with Aragorn and Legolas went fairly well. I am good with my sword, and I can shoot something if it has the intention of killing me, I suppose.

But there was one time when I almost shot Aragorn. It wasn't my fault, really. Boromir startled me by yelling, "Don't miss!" right before I released the arrow. It was pretty funny, though.

Tonight I am sitting between Merry and Pippin. They really are the sweetest people I have ever met. And they are so dependant on one another. It is hard to talk about one without mentioning the other.

I didn't eat much at dinner. But the hobbits are happy to eat my food as well as their own. They must eat about twice their body weight each day. To tell you the truth, it's a little disgusting to think about how much they eat. But, then again, that's coming from someone who hardly ever does.

It's early in the morning now. The son has not yet risen, but I am wide-awake.

We are to leave in a couple of hours. And I feel ready to puke up the small amount of food that I did manage to eat.

So I went about gathering my few belongings: My sword, my blankets, and my bow and arrows. I stuffed my blankets and arrows into my pack. The sword and bow I left on the bed.

Because I have nothing better to do, I decide to take a walk.

I walk to my favorite garden, and plop myself down on a bench.

The air is still chilly, so I wrap my think cloak around my body.

I look up at the few remaining stars. Everything is quiet. To quote Gandalf, "The deep breath before the plunge."

I don't know how long I had been sitting there for. An hour, maybe?

I was startled when I heard a voice behind me, "The stars are fading."

I must have jumped a mile. I turned to see Boromir standing behind me. I didn't know he could be that quiet.

"You startled me," I said. I was thankful that it was dark, or he would have seen me blushing bright red.

"I noticed," he said, smiling.

He moved to sit down next to me. "Tell me, Jana, where do you come from?"

"England," I said without thinking. Oh, brain, you are going to get it!

"England," he repeated. "I've never heard of it."

"It's in the north," I said quickly. That was sort of true, I guess.

After a moment he said, "You fight like you are from Gondor."

I turned to look at him. "Do I?"

"Yes," he said. "You fight for honor. That is good."

I looked back up at the sky. We sat there like that for a long time.

"Are you cold?" he asked suddenly.

I turned to him. Had he moved closer, or was that just me being paranoid?

"No, I'm fine," I said, giving him a warm smile. "'Tis nearly dawn."

"Yes," Boromir said. "We leave soon."

"I must go and gather my things," I said quickly. "Excuse me, Milord." I gave him one more smile, and went back to my room.

I felt hit gaze still on me until I rounded the corner, and had passed from his sight.

As I entered my room, I was still thinking of something that Boromir had said to me. "The stars are fading…"

I began to think of myself like a star. They fade. My memories of my life before were starting to fade. I could no longer picture my friends' faces.

Silent tears poured down my face and onto my bed.

Sorry that this chapter wasn't very funny. We all need a break from it sometime, right? Well, actually, no… but, whatever. Hope you people still like it. 