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Chapter 10
Elrond summoned the fellowship to his study, to discuss the journey ahead and probably get to know the others as well. Everyone seemed to be quite chatty with one another. The hobbits were with Gimli, Legolas was talking to Boromir and Aragon and Gandalf were discussing something with Elrond. Then there was me, just sitting quietly in my chair. Waiting to start on these proceedings. After what happened at the meeting I don't feel like talking.
"Let's get started, shall we." Announced Gandalf. Everyone crowded around the desk in the middle of the room. Pippin decided he wanted to sit on my lap and so he did. Without asking, might I add. He just jumped up on top of me. I could feel he was giggling by the action he did, and I could see the others hide a chuckle. "Now that everyone is seated, we need to discuss when we will be leaving."
"I vote we leave soon. Within the week." Shouted Boromir as he stared everyone down. Focusing most of his attention to me. Like he wants to say something to me. "Also I don't think Anna should join this journey. It would be too dangerous for a woman." Excuse me, why don't you go fuck yourself. I can't believe he would do that, he doesn't even know me or what I'm capable of. I could probably kick is ass in a fight. After all I have been trained by Aragon and the elves since I came to this place. Who does he think he is.
"Leaving soon would be a good idea, but Frodo is still not fully recovered. I believe it be wise to wait till he is ready to." Explained Elrond to Boromir. We all agreed. I poked my tongue out to Boromir. He seems like a real dickhead today. Like yesterday and last night he was completely different. Almost like a gentleman. I say almost because we did have sex only a few hours after we met. I think I'm more hurt than angry. He has totally treated me differently since then and I don't like it.
"I would agree with you about Anna not coming, but" said Aragon. I just gave him a look saying, 'I can't believe you'. "But she is stubborn and once her mind is made there is no changing it." That is very true. Although I don't know why I decided to go. I wasn't planing on going. It just seemed like the right thing to do. I need to make sure the ring gets to its destination.
"And besides," I said "it would be safer for me to travel with you, than to stay here. I feel as if he knows I'm here." A cold shiver went up my spine just thinking of the vision I had not long ago. I need a stiff drink I think to dull the fear in my heart. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Pushing Pippin off gently. I open my eyes only to see most of the room staring at me. In a confused like manner. Only three people in this room know of my background and I do not wish for the others to know. Not yet anyway.
"I still don't like the idea of a woman joining us on this dangerous journey." Claimed Boromir. He can think what he wants I'm an independent woman, who can defend herself. Why do men in this world have to be sexist sometimes when it concerns something dangerous. I don't see the elves or dwarves having these kinds of problems. It's just the world of men.
"I'm not your responsibility, and I can handle myself in a fight. If need be." I proclaimed angrily. I don't need this right now. Not from him or from Aragon. "Is this meeting over, because I'm going if it is." I stood up and stormed to the door. Looking behind me once more at the group before I exited the room. I need to calm down. I'm too emotional right now. I don't know if I want to scream in anger or cry from fear and pain.
As I walked down the many corridors it became harder to breath. My body decided it wanted to cry. I have never felt so many emotions all at once in my life. This pain in my chest, the immense feeling of fear from the vision. If it was a vision. The ring has really influenced me in such a bad way. Maybe I shouldn't go on this mission, quest, thing.
Now I'm lost. Yet again. Why do the Elves have to make their cities so complicated. At least there is always a bench to sit on where ever you go. I sit down and look at my surroundings. I'm outside. Well I think I am. There is a statue of what looks like a woman all covered in leaves, dirt and vines. I wonder who she is, or was. She doesn't look like an elf.
"She is my mother. " came a familiar voice behind me. I turn around to see Aragon standing behind me. The sight of him made me slightly annoyed. I guess I haven't fully calmed down yet. Aragon started to walk over to the statue. He bowed his head, paying his respects to the dead. A tear rolled down his cheek as he cleaned off the grave. I walk over to his side. Slightly touching his back and begin to help him clean the grave. "It has been many years since I have come to this grave." His voice sounded sad.
"I'm sorry for my outburst and for my attitude over the last couple of days." I blurted out. I really do mean it though. I have been hard to handle, and he has been amazingly patient with me. They all have. "I think with all this information like me being a child of the Nazgul and the vessel to Sauron, it's really messing with my head." I took a deep breath. I feel a little bit better telling someone about my feelings. "I'm scared. For the first time since I arrived here, I'm petrified. And I don't know what to do." I took another deep breath. I feel like crying.
"I understand. I felt the same way when I found out what my lineage is." He paused for a second. Embracing me into his arms. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I was great full my face was hidden in his chest. "Wait, what do you mean by vessel?" He question. Pulling me from his chest. Hands wrapped around my shoulder. Almost squeezing and shaking me.
"At the council meeting. When I picked up the ring to put it back on the pedestal. I had a vision of sorts. I was wearing the ring, and I was commanding an army of orcs." It just came out, all of it. This vision has really riled me up. I know it was trying to coheres me to take the ring and what it was saying to me. Giving me tempting offers." I continued to talk about the experience. Hoping he would understand what I am going through. He just nodded as I spoke, taking in all the information I was blurting out.
"This indeed is some troubling news." He replied after I had told him. He was calm, thinking carefully about how to answer all that I had told him. I think a little bit of me is hoping he would tell me not to go on this journey. "Maybe you shouldn't go on this mission." I nodded in agreement. He placed his head on mine before I walked away.
About two months passed since that day. I finally made an agreement with the others that I would go part of the way. The hobbits where sad of my decision, but my mind was made. There were some things I needed to do. I haven't really spoken to Boromir since then. Only little conversations here and there if we ran into each other. And every time I did speak to him he sort of pushed me away. Maybe if I run into him today I might ask why he has been so stand offish.
I grabbed my sword and bow and went to the go see the hobbits. For the last two months Aragon Boromir and I had been teaching them how to wield a sword. They will need to know how to fight, this journey they are taking will be dangerous. We agreed to meet in the training grounds for practice for mid morning practice. It was better that way. It took them forever to get out of bed and ready.
It was about eight in the morning and I arrive to the training grounds after getting lost three times. To see Boromir was already there practicing. "Keeping your skills sharp I see." I yelled out to him. His muscles glisten with sweat. He was topless by the way. He ignored me, keeping focus on his target. Even though it was just a dummy. He finally stopped swinging and turned to me. He waved and walked up to where I was. Grabbing the towel hanging on the fence around the arena.
I couldn't stop staring at him. "Thought I would get some practice in before we leave." He replied wiping the sweat off his face and torso. I just wanted to touch his chest. Get really close to him and kiss him all over. My hormones where going wild seeing him like this. I subconsciously reached out to him. But pulled my hand back as quickly as it went out. Why does he have to look so good. Why do I want him so much.
"How about a real partner to train with?" I asked. He looked at me confused. "Come on spar with me. It'd be a nice change." He laughed and shook his head. "What you scared you will lose to a girl." I taunted him. I could see that remark annoyed him. But he still shook his head gesturing a no. "Come one spar with me, I need the practice as well." I took my jacket off and walked over to the center of the ring. Pulling out my sword. Getting in a ready position.
"I do not wish to harm you, but if you insist I will. I won't go easy on you." He said clutching the sword in his hands. Now it's on. We stood there for a moment. Looking for an opening. He dropped his shoulders. There was the opening I was looking for and I charged, clutching the sword tonight in my hands. As I swung the blade down he moved avoiding the blow. As he moved out of the way he swung his sword, I jump backwards only just avoiding the tip of the blade. It cut my shirt exposing my chest a little.
I look down to the split that was made. That was close I need to be faster on my feet. Where he has strength I have speed. I go in for another strike. He blocked. Our bodies nearly touching. He was starting to over power me. I fell backwards. But instead of landing flat on my bum I rolled backwards, kicking my feet in the air. Hitting him in the process. I quickly get to my feet and charge once again. He was stunned from my last blow but he quickly recovered and blocked my attack once again. Knocking the sword from my hands. I turn around to avoid the sword and punch him in the face. Sorry Boromir. My hand made contact. His body stumbled a bit. I tackle him to the ground and grab a hidden knife from my boot.
I was now on top of him with a blade to his throat. I had won. Well I believed I did. I loosened my grip of him to catch my breath. He took that opportunity to grab the small blade and roll on top of me. I was now on the ground with the blade to my throat. "I surrender." I said to him. He just smirked. His proud looking face got closer to mine. Throwing the blade away, and pinning my arms above my head. He kissed me. Passionately. I knew then he wanted me then and there.
I kissed back just as hard as he did. Our lips entwined with one another. My hands where now closer together, with him grabbing them both with only one of his large hands. The free hand stroked my face. A tear escaped my eyes. I have wanted him to touch me so long I couldn't hold the swirling emotions back any longer. He must of felt the wetness of my face as he had let go of my hands and moved off me.
"I'm sorry." He had said to me and walk to his hanging towel once again. I laid there shocked at what just happened. Did he just misread what had just happened. I sat up as he turned around. I sat there dumbfounded as to what had just happened. My mind was a blank. I heard his feet as he walked over to me. Extending his hand to help me up. I took it. As I got to. Y feet I fell into his arms. Purposely to feel him once again. He pushed me aside.
"Why?" I asked him. "Why do you push me away?" Tears welled up in my eyes, my vision of him started to become blurry. Looking down I push myself further away from him. Grabbing my sword and knife, I run away. I didn't get very far before he grabbed my wrist stopping me in my tracks. I couldn't look at him. He twirled me around, pressing his body against mine. His hand caressing my now tearing face. Our lips touch once again, but this time the kiss was gentle. My arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to me.
I started to walk backwards pulling him with me. Our lips never separating. I came to a stop. I had hit a wall. He picked me up, both of his hands supporting me by my thighs, the wall for support. We stopped kissing for a moment and I gasped for air. He continued by nibbling on my neck. My body started to move on it's own. Grinding him. Telling him I want him now. But he just continued. Moving his soft lips back to mine.
We started to move again. But this time with him carrying me. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He opened a door. I pulled away from him to see where we were. It looked like a storage room. He close the door and put me down. Pressing his hard muscular body against mine. I start to undo his belt as he undid my now torn shirt. Within moments we were naked. His erect penis grew bigger and bigger the more aroused he got. I fall to my knees grabbing hold of it in the process. Rubbing it up and down. I move closer to his member. Every breath I make, makes it twitch with anticipation. I press my lips onto the head. Pushing it into my mouth. Going up and down following the same motion with my hand. He placed his hands on my head moving his sex organ deeper and deeper into my mouth. I could feel he was about to orgasm. So I stop.
I rise from my knees, he again picks me up. His penis penetrating my lady parts. Putting it in and pulling it out. Our bodies getting more sweaty from the movements. I moan with pleasure every time he penetrates me. He does one final thrust then pulls our coming over my body. At the same time I orgasm.
"I love you." I said to him out of breath. He was quiet. I got no reply. We cleaned each other up and got dressed. Exiting the store room together. Heading back to the training grounds. Our stuff was still there after all. The others where there waiting for us as we arrived. I totally forgot about our little session with the hobbits.
"I love you too." He said as he passed me quickly getting to the others. My face flushed red.
Thanks for reading. Please review. Sorry for a sudden sex scene, but they needed to let out all their pent up emotions. Ps. Anna has always loved Boromir. Let's see how the next chapter turns out :)