"So what are you doing with them anyway?" Nostariel asked it suspicious.
Gollum looked at her "We guidses master and the fats hobbits" he explained.
She narrowed her eyes suspicious "Into Mordor?".
The eyes of the evil creature widened in fear "Don't say name of dark lands nears its!" it cried in fear.
"How do I know you won't hurt them, I might just kill you right now!" she grunted to Gollum.
""Smeagol has sworn! On the precious!" it cried.
The precious? The woman raised an eyebrow, it called the ring precious?
Of course she had known what the Hobbits were carrying and what their destiny was, she was no fool.
"Smeagol is tired now" she creature sighed.
"Go" she said harsh and it crawled away.
She was tired too and decided to sleep as well.
The sun was shining bright the next day when they continued their journey.
Nostariel was on foot, guiding her horse by the reins, Frodo mounted on it to spare his powers, Sam insisted to it, that only Frodo would ride.
Frodo looked at her, curious.
"Your face milady, why is there this scar?" he asked.
She answered grim "I was in Rohan, a company of Uruk's attacked us, he came from behind at me and I turned".
She touched the scar that was covering her face diagonally.
"They used to say I was as beautiful as a queen of old" she added whispering sadly.
The scar made her insecure, made her feel far less beautiful and she knew that now it showed better with her deep tanned face.
At least because of the dirt on it, it showed less.
Frodo looked at her, with pity "You still are" he said assuring.
She snapped up from her thoughts "Very beautiful" he explained and she smiled grateful at him.
Suddenly they heard a loud noise, animal like.
Nostariel climbed the hill and the three companions followed.
She looked over the valley, it was full of Harad and Mumakil, the dark lord was gathering all his troops.
Sam was next to her and looked amazed "I always wondered hoe Elephants would look like" he sighed amazed.
"They are Mumakil now, they were Olifaunts once, yes, but now trained for way. They're actually quite peaceful" Nostariel answered.
"What are three people doing here? In Ithilien in times of war?" Her heart jumped by the hearing of that voice it was Faramir's.
The three of them turned around, Nostariel with a smile on her face.
Sam answered scared "We're innocent travelers."
She wanted to call his name out loud, hug him crying but he did not seem to recognise her, her heart faltered at that and he spoke, harsh "I am Faramir, Captain of Gondor, but there are no travellers in this land: only the servants of the Dark Tower, or of the White."
Frodo looked at him, angry and tired "We are bound to an errand of secrecy. Those who claim to oppose the enemy would do well not to hinder us"
Then Faramir looked at her, again not recognizing her.
"You have a woman with you, they are treacherous creatures, why does she not speak?" he asked suspicious.
Nostariel did not know what to say, what to do.
"Faramir, it's me, Nostariel" she said slowly with a cautious smile.
She saw Frodo and Sam smile encouraging.
But Faramir's face fell into anger, almost hate.
"How dare you speak of her you traitorous woman! My sister is dead and you dishonour her by trying me to convince you are her? No one is like her! So noble,brave, beautiful and kind, no one! Look at your face! A horrific scare across it! It's horrible and disfigures you, how dare you even pretend to-... You are not her! SHE IS DEAD!" He yelled, angry and sad.
Tears coming into his eyes, but her tears were already streaking her cheeks.
She lowered her head ashamed, but most of all hurt, heart heart aching as if a morgul blade was stabbed right through it, disfigured,horrific scare,horrible the words echoing in her head.
"Spies indeed" he spit. Sam and Frodo looked confused.
"But, how do you know of her death" Sam asked hesitating.
"A messenger from Rohan arrived, Grima his name was, advisor of the King. He told me she died, a disease he said" the captain answered, his voice full of sorrow.
Grima! The traitor! She thought furious.
"Take them to the cave, blindfold them and take the horse as well" he grunted.
They made them get up and blindfolded them, she let them lead her.
Her feelings too numb to even think.
Her own brother thought she was dead, her heart.
After a long walk the rangers and their hostages reached the secret hideout and they led them into the waterfall caves.
They passed a lot of men and then she heard a voice, that made her heart jump again.
"Who are they?" it was Graffelions voice, asking suspicious.
"Hostages, probably spies of the East" Faramir said firm and she could almost see Graffelion nod.
They were pushed inside a room.
"Go clean yourselfs up if you wish" Faramir said harshly.
The blindfolds were removed and they found themselves in the provision room.
A bowl of water was brought in by a young soldier, she did not know and she began to wash her face, along with the clean cold water came her warm thick tears.
She felt two hands on her shoulders, it were the hobbits.
She turned around "I am sorry my friends, it just wasn't the welcome I expected. They think I am dead, hé thinks that. And the words he spoke, so full of hate, of disgust of my appearance" she said shivering of sorrow.
"But he also spoke of your kindness, your braveness and that you are noble. He will see your beauty again" Sam said assuring.
She looked up to the gardener and smiled kind "Your heart is one of the biggest I've known in my life, Sam" she said kind and he flushed.
"You look tired Frodo, here take my cloak and sleep" she said softly and gave him her cloak which he accepted gladly.
With the cloak of she saw the wound in her side, she had forgot to tend in Edoras, and she did not have the tools to do so in the wild.
It was thick, full of puss and it was sore like hell.
They took all her weapons so she could not cut it open to cleanse it.
She stood up and decided to look over the room. She recognised it now, as the room in which she, Boromir and Faramir had slept one time they visited Ithilien when they were little.
They had carved their names somewhere in the wall.
She traced her fingers over it and the nerves in her fingers found the B, after that she found the OROMIR.
She found the FARAMIR as well and her own name, spelled with the S's in opposite direction.
She chuckled softly at the memory.
"No! You are four now! You have to know that the S needs to be in the other direction!" Boromir sighed irritated, but still with a bit of humour.
Faramir looked at his little sister "It's alright, come, let's go back to father"
She nodded and glanced at Boromir, she made a big S on the wall, in the wrong direction and followed Faramir snickering.
Boromir left the room, chuckling and lifted her from behind, she screamed.
He tickled her "You know I love you, don't you little one?" he said loving and she smiled.
A tear rolled down her cheek her fingers touching Boromir's name softly, she began to sob. Lay her forehead against the wall, it was cold, it calmed her down but her heart was torn. She would never see him again, her Boromir, her brother.
She hoped he would just appear behind her, lift her up again by surprise and told her he loved her.
But he wouldn't...
He wouldn't!
She hit the wall with her fist to stop the pain but it continued.
Her brother...
She remembered everything about him, even his smell.
Pines and ale, it made her smile through her tears.
She felt a hand on her shoulder
"It really is you"
A/N
So I'm sorry it took so long!
I am just sooooo streesed with school and tired and -sigh-...
But here it is, in all of it's glory!
Next chapter will contain more Éomer, so we will continue our way!
Revieeeeeeeew please.
