I'm a nice person, so I'm updating early. No one likes cliffies anyway! Thank you to all who reviewed! Onward with the story!
I don't own anything but my OC's, everything else belongs to Tolkien.
Italics are thoughts.
He reached her in record time. "Lily!" he called again, shaking her by the shoulders. There was no response. She was out cold. Faramir ran up behind him.
"Oh Valar, what happened?" he cried. Boromir didn't answer.
"Faramir, please run to the Houses of Healing and bring someone back here. Now!" Faramir scampered off. Boromir gathered Lily in his arms and banged on the door. One of the servants timidly opened it.
"Lord Boromir. Please, come out of the cold." Boromir boiled with anger.
"Why the hell is she outside?" he yelled. The servant quailed.
"Please, sir…your father, he…" Boromir pushed passed him. I should have known! Of course he had something to do with this. Why else would Lily be outside on a cold night like this? Her skin was icy cold against him. Too cold.
He reached the bedroom and quickly laid her on the bed and tossed a blanket over her and yelled for one of her maids.
"Oh Valar. Lily." He rubbed her cold arms desperately. One of the serving girls peeked in.
"My Lord? Is everything alright?" She asked timidly.
"Do you know anything about healing?" he barked. She shook her head.
"Fetch the ladies maids." He ordered. Just then, Faramir and one of the healing women burst in. A look of shock crossed her face.
"My good Ioreth, can you do anything?" he begged. She placed a hand over Lily's forehead.
"How long was she outside?"
"We don't know, but I intend to find out." Ioreth let out a breath and nodded.
"I'll try to warm her up. But you won't be able to stay. You'll just get in the way." One of the maids peered in. "You there, fetch some warm water." She ordered, pushing Boromir and Faramir out the door. The door shut, and Faramir put a hand on his brother's arm.
"Try not to anything you'll regret later."
Boromir pushed open the door to the Steward's chambers and went directly to the bed chamber. He lit one of the lamps.
"Father, what the hell was my wife doing locked outside?" He yelled. Denethor blinked at him drowsily.
"Why. Was. Lily. locked. outside." he growled.
"Ahh, yes, the girl. I had little choice. She needs some obedience. She contiues to defy me at every turn. I will not have that little wrench disregarding me!" Boromir twisted his mouth into a sneer. He shook his head.
"You're crazy to have done that." He sneered.
With no fanfare, he turned on his heel and walked away.
Boromir leaned against the wall outside his room, sinking slowly downwards. He put his head in his hands. At this point, he wasn't sure if Lily would even recover.
Okay, a little shorter than last time, but I typed myself into a rut. But please review!
Anyone ever seen Timeline? Reminds me so much of that "girl falls into middle earth" story idea.