A/N: This chapter doesn't really add much to the story, it's just a filler.
Chapter 8 – About Earth and More Soup Operas…
"Tell me Inez, what is your homeland like?" Beregon asked Inez. It had been two weeks since they had first met and ever since they had spent most of the time practicing and walking around together. Thankfully, over those weeks Inez' behavior towards him (and all other somewhat handsome people) changed exponentially. Mainly because everyone in Middle Earth seemed to be handsome and after one week of freaking out every time she saw someone new, it got tiring.
"What do you mean?" She asked while moving around with her own sword.
"Well, you already know many things about Middle Earth but I have no knowledge of your world." They stopped fighting.
"Alright… but I don't really know what exactly you want to know about Earth."
"You can start by telling me about the things you like."
"Okay. It's completely different from Middle Earth. And I really mean it when I say that it's completely different. Nowadays we don't have many green spaces like forests. Most of them were destroyed in order to create new houses. Huge houses, many feet high. We don't travel by horses anymore; we have cars, trains and planes." He gave her a confused look. "I don't know how to explain what they are. All you need to know is that they aren't animals or anything that looks like animals. Cars and trains move because they have wheels and planes are sort of like 'birds' I guess.. because they fly. I mean they are used when you want to travel to somewhere that is too far away to use a car.. I'm just making you more confused.."
"No! Well, yes but.. you seem to be much more advanced than we are."
"We are, but don't you thing that's always a good thing. We've exaggerated. Cars pollute the environment too much and that, along with other things, is causing global warming – which is a bad thing by the way." She frowned.
"Maybe you should just tell me what the good things are." He smiled and Inez chuckled.
"You're probably right." She told him all the good things she could remember about Earth but decided not to speak about her family.
They then started training again forgetting their past subject.
"You're getting better Inez." Aragorn said from behind her and although she was flattered about that comment she ignored it and kept fighting with Beregon. One of the most important things to have in mind while battling was that one couldn't take any distractions.
"Yeah right." Marta snorted. "He's just being nice you know. You're still as bad as you've always been." She smirked.
Just then Inez threw Beregon to the floor and grinned and turned her head to look at Marta.
"You were saying?" Inez asked innocently and Marta simply shrugged indifferent.
Aragorn shook his head and spoke up.
"Anyway, we did not come here to discuss your fighting abilities Inez. The sun is setting and Lady Galadriel has requested us to join her during supper."
"We will just finish up and I will escort Inez to her quarters myself." Beregon said beside Inez.
"Very well." Aragorn looked to his left and Marta was making faces at Inez and sighed. "Marta, come now."
After they left Beregon started cleaning the mess they had made while fighting.
"You do know I let you throw me to the floor because of your friend right?"
"Yep. Thanks for that." She smiled and they walked in silence to her room.
"Why do we have to be the ones telling everybody that there's going to be a fest tonight?" Marta whined to Aragorn while they were walking towards the site where Philipa and Boromir were training.
"Because." Was Aragorn's only response.
"Getting cranky are we?" Marta elbowed him playfully.
They approached Philipa and Boromir while they were in the middle of an argument – as always.
"How many times do I have to tell you that is not how you grab a sword? You must grab it tightly and not wave it around as if it is the less dangerous thing in the world!"
"Dude, chillax! I know exactly HOW to grab a sword. You have told me a thousand times already so quit lecturing me! It's not my fault that I'm left-handed! Why don't you let me grab the sword with my left hand for god's sake?"
"BECAUSE THAT IS NOT HOW IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE HANDLED!" They ignored the presence of Aragorn and Marta and continued their argument.
"Should we interrupt them?" Marta whispered to Aragorn. He examined both Boromir and Philipa's faces and looked at Marta.
"Not this time." He whispered back and she nodded while they found a seat on the floor and watched the other two fighting.
"Why can't you understand that the only reason I am insisting that you learn how to fight with your right hand is to your own good!" Boromir yelled exasperated.
"I know that! But what I really don't understand is WHY IN THE WORLD I can't defend myself with my left hand! Honestly? Just think for a second. I know it's hard but give it a try." Boromir glared at her. "So, let's suppose that I agree with you and I try to learn how to fight with my right hand. Don't you think that it will be more difficult for me to learn like that? I mean, if I learn how to fight with my left hand it will far more easier and it will save us so much trouble. Am I right?"
Boromir sighed defeated.
"Indeed." He said almost inaudibly.
Philipa made a happy dance and hugged Boromir. "You have to admit it. You kinda like me."
He shook his head and grabbed her sword.
"'Tis enough practice for today. You will begin learning with your left hand tomorrow." She smiled and they turned around facing two amused familiar faces sitting on the floor looking at them.
Philipa's face became angry yet again at the thought of not having any support on the almost lost argument.
"OH! SO YOU WERE HERE AND DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER TO GIVE ME A HAND?" Philipa stormed.
"It wouldn't be nearly as fun…" Marta replied sheepishly and when she saw the look on Philipa's face her eyes widened.
"I think now's the time when we're supposed to run." She whispered to Aragorn and he nodded.
Philipa was about to say something when Aragorn cut her off.
"One thing first. Lady Galadriel wishes us to join her and Lord Celeborn during dinner. It will take place in an hour near the main hall." He said politely as quickly as he could and then grabbed Marta's arm and rushed out of there as fast as he could with an angry Philipa close behind.
Boromir stayed behind walking slowly while talking to himself.
"Oh Valar. If they are Middle Earth's last hope we're doomed."
a/n: chapter updated.
