Chapter 10: Sniffle incessantly.
They rested the night on the lake shore, all going about on different deeds. Boromir left to gather firewood; Frodo and Sam started diner. Merry and Pippin set out the bedrolls; Gimli and Gandalf spoke in hushed tones. And Legolas watched over them all from the trees. Boromir was trying his best to linger away from the camp, for he still felt the pull of the ring on him. It began to frighten him. He no longer wished to have it, not after what happened to Aragon. To see the other, whom, in his heart, he almost had looked up to, if only a tiny bit, fall so easily.. . well, it scared him. He had not believed Lord Elrond, nor had he listened to Legolas, when told of it's evil. He had not truly believed such a tiny ring could be evil – but, now he supposed, that if it was as powerful as he had once hoped, then why could it not be just as evil?
As he mulled over this, and the memories of the council, he came to the realization that it had been some time since the elf had spoken. He easily counted them on his hand as he walked. 1 – the council. 2 of the spy-birds, 3 on the mountain, and 4, he'd sung a little when in Moria. Boromir remembered the echo he heard while with Gandalf. Four times had he heard the elf speak. Just four. And it seemed now they might not hear him again.
He cursed Aragon for being weak, as he set the firewood down next to Sam and Frodo.
In exchange, Sam handed him some soup. If you could make it within a saucepan, Samwise could make it too.
Boramir took his soup and sat against one of the trees, just outside the firelight. He ate silently, in thought, at least till Merry and Pippin came to join him.
Well. No internet. .. never mind, it is back! -.- indeed. I am sorry it's short, but maybe ... well, do you want more? Yes? Okay.
Gandalf sighed as Gimli turned to get some food. Aragon's betrayal was deeply affecting them all, especially now that they had time to dwell on matters. Aside from Legolas (of course), Frodo was deeply cut by the act.
The grey one sat down, thinking deeply. His bones cried of great terror coming, but he knew not of what. It bothered him significantly, but he said nothing, for the Lady's words were still with him.
'Stray but a little, and you shall fail.'* Had they already strayed? Back in Moria?
*'kay, that was straight from the movie, case you didn't know already. Sorry it was not much more – but I just had those paragraphs flouting, with no real place to add them, so there they are. I'll try to get a chapter up before thanksgiving break, but I do not, the gobble, gobble, and fill up on turkey!
^.^ Eldameldo Laiqualassë Lye nuquernuva sen e dagor
PS- Thank you for Jessica for the new title. Double meanings are good.
They rested the night on the lake shore, all going about on different deeds. Boromir left to gather firewood; Frodo and Sam started diner. Merry and Pippin set out the bedrolls; Gimli and Gandalf spoke in hushed tones. And Legolas watched over them all from the trees. Boromir was trying his best to linger away from the camp, for he still felt the pull of the ring on him. It began to frighten him. He no longer wished to have it, not after what happened to Aragon. To see the other, whom, in his heart, he almost had looked up to, if only a tiny bit, fall so easily.. . well, it scared him. He had not believed Lord Elrond, nor had he listened to Legolas, when told of it's evil. He had not truly believed such a tiny ring could be evil – but, now he supposed, that if it was as powerful as he had once hoped, then why could it not be just as evil?
As he mulled over this, and the memories of the council, he came to the realization that it had been some time since the elf had spoken. He easily counted them on his hand as he walked. 1 – the council. 2 of the spy-birds, 3 on the mountain, and 4, he'd sung a little when in Moria. Boromir remembered the echo he heard while with Gandalf. Four times had he heard the elf speak. Just four. And it seemed now they might not hear him again.
He cursed Aragon for being weak, as he set the firewood down next to Sam and Frodo.
In exchange, Sam handed him some soup. If you could make it within a saucepan, Samwise could make it too.
Boramir took his soup and sat against one of the trees, just outside the firelight. He ate silently, in thought, at least till Merry and Pippin came to join him.
Well. No internet. .. never mind, it is back! -.- indeed. I am sorry it's short, but maybe ... well, do you want more? Yes? Okay.
Gandalf sighed as Gimli turned to get some food. Aragon's betrayal was deeply affecting them all, especially now that they had time to dwell on matters. Aside from Legolas (of course), Frodo was deeply cut by the act.
The grey one sat down, thinking deeply. His bones cried of great terror coming, but he knew not of what. It bothered him significantly, but he said nothing, for the Lady's words were still with him.
'Stray but a little, and you shall fail.'* Had they already strayed? Back in Moria?
*'kay, that was straight from the movie, case you didn't know already. Sorry it was not much more – but I just had those paragraphs flouting, with no real place to add them, so there they are. I'll try to get a chapter up before thanksgiving break, but I do not, the gobble, gobble, and fill up on turkey!
^.^ Eldameldo Laiqualassë Lye nuquernuva sen e dagor
PS- Thank you for Jessica for the new title. Double meanings are good.