YAY! Another chapter. I like where this one is going. :D Thanks so much for all the reviews too. I do not own Lord of the Rings nor do I own Macaroni Grill.
For the whole ride to the restaurant, Boromir bombarded me with questions. Not that I objected, how could I? He was still fairly new to this world and knew nothing of dating in the modern age. I tried to answer his questions the best I could.
"And what exactly is expected on these dates?" He asked me questioningly.
"Well... we pretty much go to eat dinner, we talk, and enjoy each other's company." I thought of all the dates I have been on, and they pretty much consist of that. Eating and talking.
"But we could have proceeded to do that at your home." He seemed confused.
"Yeah, but this is more intimate and private. Besides, there will be dancing as well." I joked waggling my eyebrows. Boromir gave off a hearty laugh. For a few moments, we became silent. I glanced at him and he looked deep in thought.
"Is something bothering you?" I inquired of him.
"I am worried that... No, it is a silly matter." He brushed the question off with a wave of his hand.
"I could never consider anything you say to be silly, Boromir. You can tell me." I assured him.
"I do not believe that I would be an adequate dance partner for you. I suspect that I do not know the ways of your kind of dancing, and I would make a fool of myself." He said all in a rush.
I could not help but to burst into laughter which, even though he tried not to, Boromir joined in soon after.
"That is what you are worried about? Boromir, I do not care if you can dance. I can barely walk down the stairs, let alone break it down on the dance floor. We don't have to dance if you don't want to, we could just sit back and enjoy the band." I assured him.
"That sounds most agreeable." He said. After that, we just sat there in silence until I pulled into the parking lot.
We both got out of the car and made our way to the front door of Macaroni Grill. Like a good gentleman, he held the door open as we walked in. I could easily hear the jazz music blaring out at us. Making my way to the hostess' podium, I noticed how packed the restaurant really was. Lucky I made reservations. Most of the people who didn't reserve a table were just hanging around on the benches, some of them tapping their toes along to the music. After waiting for a few people in front of me, the line finally cleared up and I went straight to the podium.
"Hello, welcome to Macaroni Grill's 25th anniversary. Do you have reservations?" The smiling hostess inquired.
"Yes, I do. Denning, party of two." I said back to her while glancing up at Boromir and smiling. He smiled back which gave me an unexpected flutter of butterflies in my stomach.
"Follow me please." A waitress came up to us and said.
"After you, milady." Boromir held out his hand gesturing me to pass him. God, he is so sweet. And handsome, that doesn't hurt either. We zigzagged between tables following behind the waitress. I giggled slightly when I heard Boromir behind me bump into some of the tables we passed. Oh Boromir.
We finally made it to our table, and while the waitress was setting down our menus, Boromir pulled my seat out for me and pushed it back under me. When he sat down, I smiled at him and said, "Wow, warrior on the battlefield, gentleman on a date." He just smiled an oh so charming smile as his response.
"You have never seen me in battle, I can show you how mighty a warrior I am." He teased as the waitress took our drink orders and left.
"But I have seen you fight, remember? I have seen you in my movies." I finished no longer smiling because I had recalled what will occur at Boromir's last stand. 'Don't think about that now Celestial,' I thought to myself. I focused my mind back onto Boromir, who was looking at me worriedly, but we both smiled at each other again. Our look was interrupted by the waitress returning with a bottle of red wine for the both of us. She poured it into our glasses, set the bottle on the table, and left again. I picked up and opened my menu and Boromir followed suit.
"See anything you might like to try?" I asked.
"I have no idea what any of this is, actually." He said with a slight laugh.
"Well I usually like the Ricotta meatballs and spaghetti. It is classic and delicious." I commented.
"It sounds... well I don't really know what it is, so let's try it." He smiled back.
The waitress came back and set down bread and olive oil. Perfect timing. She turned the pepper grinder to fill the oil with delicious crushed pepper. My favorite part! The bread.
"Are you two ready to order?" She inquired overly smiley.
"Yes, we would like the spaghetti and meatballs." I said handing over our menus. The waitress took them and walked back to the kitchen. Boromir and I sat in silence watching some of the couples already out on the dance floor set in the middle of the back-room of the restaurant.
"That doesn't look too difficult. They are just swaying to and fro." Boromir remarked. "Would you like me to try that with you?"
I turned back to look at him smiling. "How would I ever refuse you my good sir?" I jested starting to stand up. I grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the dance floor. He took a look at another couple of dancers noticing how close they were and pulled me up close to him. My heart made a slight jump, just thinking about being so near to this attractive man. We stood on the floor, just swaying back and forth, sometimes moving in a circle. I thought that this would be like one of those romantic movies, where we stare into each others' eyes and began dancing the Tango. It was not. My face was so blushed I tried hiding it with my hair, also looking anywhere else but up at his face. And I am pretty sure my hands were beginning to sweat. Gross.
I guess I was just nervous. But after a second of avoiding his glance, Boromir lifted my face up to look straight into his eyes. They were the color blue, exactly like Legolas', but not as clear and bright. Wait, why am I thinking about him right now? I am on a date with a different member of the Fellowship. I focused my mind back on Boromir, he really is a sweet guy. We kept dancing, this time looking right at each other. My hands were also no longer clammy. It really is the perfect date.
Oh snap! Legolas is on her mind even while being so close to another hot man. ;) And the bread at MG is my favorite thing ever! Soooooo good!