A/N: Hello, long time no see right? Here's the next chapter for now..whew! That took me a while..sorry for the wait. I've been punching some walls down. Let me know how I did with Boromir's character, I was trying not to butcher his character. DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of LOTR characters, places, etc. Only my own characters. Enough with this Authors note! Get reading! If you dare...lol

The leader turned around to see the cause. He saw her and angrily shouted, "Wot do ya' lumps think ye're doing?! The boy is getting away! Get him!"

One of the lackey's dropped his weapon and started to climb the tree. He reached for Wind's foot, wrapping his brawny hand around her ankle. He gave quick tug at her ankle.

Wind held onto the tree branch, with her grip loosening quickly. Her sweaty hands did nothing to improve the situation. She struggled to get free from his grip. She tried to kick him.

The lackey let go of her ankle briefly to ward off her blows. Wind scrambled to get the top of the branch.

A sudden frenzied sensation came over her. It was some new strength that seemed flow through her body. The only downside was that she had no control over this new power. Her lips curled into a snarl. She pulled out one of the rocks and began to hit him with it. The man held up his hands to shield himself. For a moment Wind stopped beating the man, and breathed hard, her eyes wild. She began again to beat him until his hands were beaten down raw. Quickly Wind rammed the rock at the man's forehead. Her blow struck him. She watched as his eyes rolled back. He fell out of the tree.

The sensation drifted away. Wind blinked, and wondered what happened. Wind gawked down at the rock in her hand. Her hands became shakily. Had she killed another human being? She grimaced as the body of the man hit the ground with a loud thump.

"Why are you hesitating? Throw the rock!" Cried the voice.

Wind shook her head. She didn't want to believe that she had hurt another person much less killed them. Who was this voice? And why was it encouraging her?

Wind threw the rock down. It struck the horse's rump. The horse bucked. It sent its hooves flying, knocking the other lackey to the ground. Wind gasped and brought her hands to cover her mouth. The horse snorted and galloped off, dragging one of the lackey's with it.

Wind put her hands down and let out a groan. The horse was gone. She could only hope that it hadn't gone too far. She climbed down from the tree and landed near the other lackey. She bent over and felt for his pulse. He was merely unconscious. Wind looked up at Boromir. He had apparently let the other man go. She watched as the man fled leaving behind his other companion.

Boromir looked at her and sheathed his sword. He walked towards her. Wind rushed over towards Sveinn's side and cradled him. She watched as Boromir's feet stopped and slowly looked up at him.

"Is he alright?" Boromir asked. He knelt down and observed the boy. He reached with his hand.

"He's not well. He..He was shot about two days ago…He risked his life for me." Wind/he swallowed back tears and continued. "It's a miracle that he's still alive."

"How did this come to pass? Shouldn't you be with.." He stopped as he watched the young boy struggle to lift the other up.

"We were traveling alone, and were attacked. They were after me. My friend was hit in my stead. Now I must take him to Rivendell before it is too late. It's only place I know of that will take care of him." Interrupted the boy. He looked away and started to walk slowly.

Boromir walked behind him. "What about a nearby village? Can't you take him there?"

Wind stopped and looked at Boromir. "My mere presence would bring danger to a village I'm afraid. I trust the healing skills of the Elves more than the village healer. Also I have no money to pay for a village healer." She continued to walk a little ways more.

"I see well," Boromir hesitated. What could be so dangerous about his boy? "Let me accompany you to Rivendell. It would put my mind at ease for time being. It will be no trouble, for I am heading there myself."

Wind stopped. A faint smile crossed her face. She closed her eyes. "That was easily done. Boromir is my ticket inside. Now I need him not to ask too many questions." She kneeled and carefully set Sveinn down on the ground. She turned around with a serious expression written on her face. "I'll accept, but on one condition. You don't ask any questions about our past." She paused, "Let me retrieve the horse. Then the journey might go smoother."

Boromir studied the young boy. Something seemed strange about him. His attire proved it, for he wore strange shoes with faded laces. Also his shirt was torn at the sleeves like it had been burned. The bag at his side seemed to be too elegant for a peasant boy to be carrying around. The handicraft of the bag wasn't something that he had seen before either. Lastly the boy wore a necklace shaped like a leaf. No, this wasn't any ordinary peasant boy.

"That's fine by me, although I think it would be best if you hurried." He paused, the claim the boy had made about being dangerous still irked him. He didn't like the condition but if that was the only way he could stay close then he would do it. He turned his glaze settled on the other boy before saying, "I'm Boromir, son of Deneothor. I hail from the white city of Gondor." He turned and watched as his words fall on deaf ears as the blonde boy disappeared into the woods rather quickly. He glanced back at the other boy. With a coordinated movement, Boromir scooped up the wounded boy, and followed into the woods.

Boromir continued to ponder the about the other boy, for he seemed to appear to be young. Yet the boy's maturity seemed to make him be older than what he appeared to be. Was it possible that he was an elf? It would explain the decorative designs on the boy's belongings. Boromir spotted the blonde head of the boy, and hurried to catch up to him.

Wind muttered a string of gibberish that could have sounded like curses if she wanted them to be. She pushed aside a branch and stopped. The horse stood there in front of her, chewing on some grass. The lackey was gone or at least nowhere to be seen. Wind walked slowly toward the horse, so not to startle it. The horse looked up and watched her.

"Easy, I'm not going to hurt you. Come here." She slid her hand into her bag and pulled out her last apple. She held it up so that the horse could see it. "I'll let you have it if you come here." She glanced down at the apple and stared at reflection like she had done back in Isengard, in the cell. "Please." She begged as she looked back up at the horse.

The horse nodded its head and walked towards her. It opened its mouth and bit down on the apple. Wind kept her hand flat as the horse devoured the apple. She stroked the horse's mane.

"Good boy." She didn't know if it was a boy or girl. She grabbed the bridle once the horse finished. The horse lifted its head as something moved behind Wind in the bushes. Wind turned to see Boromir carrying Sveinn.

"We should get moving. Those are rain clouds up in the sky." Wind gestured up.

Boromir raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I agree. Shall we share the mount?"

"Yes, I think that we could take turns riding with Sveinn." Wind replied. She hoisted herself up onto the horse. She took in Boromir's confused look. "Sveinn is my friend." She pointed at the boy.

Boromir regarded the boy and replied, "Ah, that suits me. We should be able to reach Rivendell my morning if we stay at a brisk pace." He walked over to the horse and lifted the boy up onto the horse. He stepped back.

Wind turned the horse and started to walk back towards the path. Wind moved back and forth with the horse. Boromir followed behind at a speed so that he could walk by the horse's side. He looked up at her. Silence seemed to fall between them. It remained that way for some time.

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The fire crackled, sending up embers into the sky. Wind glimpsed up at the sky. "I guess I was wrong about the rain." She muttered under her breath. The gloomy overcast seemed to clear away slowly.

Wind ran a hand through her hand. Her eyes averted to the other side of the fire where Boromir sat. He sat there leaning against a tree. She picked up a twig and tossed it into the fire.

"So what business do you have in Rivendell?" Probed Wind.

Boromir looked up at the boy. "I've been sent as a representive, in my father's stead." He looked at Sveinn. "He's seems to be getting worse."

Wind nodded then glanced at Sveinn to her right. "I don't know how much longer he will be able to hold out for. I'm surprised that he hasn't given up fighting." She looked into the flames. "If only I hadn't gotten him into this mess." she muttered under her breath.

"Did you say something?" Boromir inquired. He placed a hand on his stomach. "

"No, it's nothing." She hesitated and stared at the sparks in the fire.

You shouldn't blame yourself for getting him hurt. Ambushes do happen. They can't be avoided some of the time." Boromir replied.

Wind closed her eyes and let out a sigh. She really didn't want to talk about what really happened. "You know, I don't believe I caught your name."

Boromir looked at her. "I'm Boromir, son of Deneothor. I hail from the white city of Gondor."

"Gondor, eh. I've heard of it, but I've never been there. Maybe one day I will see it." Wind smiled.

"What is your name, boy?" Boromir watched the boy attentively.

Wind hesitated before giving a name. He would probably had figured out she wasn't from around here so she might be able to get away with using Wind. It wouldn't hurt to try.

"I'm Wind, I come from lhainbar. I'm a stranger in these lands as you can see," She gestured to her clothes. " Boromir, son of Deneother."

"Wind." He repeated aloud. He looked at the boy curious. Many more questions arose in his mind. "How does one come across such a name?"

Wind bit her tongue after speaking. How would she explain that? "Where I am from," She hesitated. "You can be named according to your actions, or what you might do in life. It all depends on who raised you." She looked down at the ground. It was a lousy explanation and probably made no sense. She traced a circle in the dirt. "I was given my name after" She hesitated, She didn't want him to know how she had gotten the name. It would lead to unwanted questions. Her tired eyes looked at Sveinn. She exhaled a deep breath. "It's getting late. I think I'll turn in, if that's alright with you? Cause that would leave you with first watch."

Boromir nodded. "Yes, get some sleep. I'll wake you when we will be leaving." He shifted his weight, wrapped a blanket over his shoulders.

"Thank you!" Wind replied. She grabbed her jacket and slid it over her shoulders. She laid down. She let out a sigh before closing her eyes. Her hair fell across her face as she shifted.

Boromir watched the flames flicker. He got up and knelt by Sveinn. He studied the boy's face before checking his shoulder wound. He unwrapped a bloodied makeshift bandage and look at the wound. It was festered and blackish purple. Boromir shook his head. He may not have studied the ways of a healer but he knew as a fact that this was not a good sign. Boromir tossed the soiled fabric aside. He tore the bottom of Sveinn's tunic, and applied the new bandage to the wound.

Once he was finished, he studied his work. He nodded satisfied with it. He glanced over at Wind as he sat back down where he had been sitting. "Wind," He repeated. He thought about the boy's hesitance to say why that name was given to him. Boromir's eyes averted to the wounded boy. "I wonder if it has something to do with him?"

A/N: Soo how was it? Let me know. Thanks for the comments and reviews!