Chapter 25.

My phone is alive! I can write again! Anyways, review, please. :) Vote on the poll, give me ideas for the new story, ect. Whatever. :)

Heck, give me ideas for this story. This is only a filler chapter, because if I would have kept writing this would have been the last chapter, more than likely. I know this chapter's complete poop.

I've been thinking. This story is ending sooner than I would like, and I've been plotting different ways to drag it out. What would your opinions be on Jane traveling back in time to the dday she first reached Middle Earth, and having to live it over again? She'd live it differently, trying to prevent tons of heartbreak and crap. Eh. Kinda stupid. I dunno. Maybe she'll live for forever? Give me ideas!

I don't own Lord of the Rings, Cut the Rope, or I-Pads.

"What do you mean, you're leaving?" I was standing in the stables with Boromir as he got a horse ready.

"I am going to Minas Tirith. Perhaps I can convince father to call for aide." What Boromir didn't know was that his father was supposed to think he was dead.

"You can't!" If for some reason the storyline got messed up because of me, I'd shoot myself. Not really, but I'd probably cry.

Boromir took my hands in his and smiled down to me. "Come with me, Jane."

Go with Boromir? It made since. We were going to be married, I loved him, and I could keep the storyline intact as much as possible if I were in Minas Tirith, but one thing kept me in Edoras. Théoden. He was going to die soon, and I wasn't going to leave without fixing things with him.

"No one's going anywhere, Boromir. You need to stay here."

He shook his head and continued to saddle his horse. "Father's too proud to call for help. I'll need to be there to convince him."

Did he not remember that I knew exactly how this story would play out? You would think that these people would listen to me more often.

I sighed and began to remove the saddle, much to Boromir's frustration. "Boromir, Gandalf's got everything covered. Everything's gonna be fine, okay?"

Truthfully, I was a little worried as to how things would play out. One of the main reasons that Denethor goes crazy in the final part of the story is Boromir's death. Boromir was alive, as we all know, and the Horn of Gondor was still in his posession. There's no reason that anyone should believe that Boromir was dead, and no reason for Denethor to be so crazy. I will admit, I told Gandalf some of the main points of the story, just to keep him alert as to what was supposed to happen. I didn't want Denethor to kill himself for no reason. He'd just have to suck it up and accept the fact that Aragorn is back.

"Jane, I really should go..." He pulled the saddle back into place and began to tighten it again.

I pulled the saddle back and tried to loosen it. "Boromir. You're not gonna go because you're supposed to be dead, okay? You'd end up doing more hurt than good."

Boromir sighed and took the saddle off. "Is it wrong for me to want to help my people?"

I smiled and kissed him lightly on the cheek. He was so frustrated, and I felt kind of bad for making him stay. "No, but your people will be fine. Take it from the chick who knows the future."

"So how long is it until we are called to Gondor?"

That was one date I didn't know, unfortunately. "I don't know. Hopefully later than sooner." I didn't want Théoden to die, and I didn't want to see the all of the blood and gore in Pelennor fields. Gandalf and Pippin would have reached Minas Tirith by now, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before Rohan would be called in to help.

"You haven't beaten that yet?" I caught Aragorn sitting alone outside of Meduseld, once again playing Cut the Rope on my I-Pad. "You've been working on it for almost seventy years, how much longer do you need?"

Aragorn's eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, and he was glaring furiously at the screen.

"The blasted spiders won't stop stealing my candy!"

Okay, I knew that the reason he was frustrated wasn't completely because of the game. He was internally freaking out over the whole Minas Tirith thing, he was only taking it out on poor animated spiders.

"Aragorn, you've killed who knows how many orcs. I'm sure that you can defeat a little spider."

My best friend almost chucked the I-Pad, until he realized that it wasn't his. Then he just settled for gently setting it down in the grass. "I've had enough of this game."

"You're ridiculous, you know." I plopped down beside him, and leaned my head against his shoulder. "I miss my mom."

So, brutally, true. My dear mother. It had been years since I had seen her. What was happening back in the old world? Did time pass on there, or has time stood still? I wondered if my mom wasworried about me, she always was the worrier. It's an absolute shame, to not be able to tell her all of the great news.

"Have you tried writing her?"

"Writing her? Aragorn. She lives in an entirely different dimension. I'm pretty sure the mail doesn't travel that far." Had he lost his mind?

"I'm perfectly aware of that, Jane." Aragorn let out a frustrated sigh. All of this war stuff makes him angsty. "Still, you could write her. Write down all of the things you wish to say to her, and keep it. It'll get your emotions out."

Actually, that was a good idea. People did crap like that all the time in my world. "Have I ever told you how smart you are?"

Aragorn smiled. "I could stand to hear it some more."

"Okay... Where to start?" I was sitting in the small library at Meduseld, a desk covered in parchment and bottles of ink in front of me. I'd never really written legitimate letters, and it's strange to write a letter to someone who will never recieve it. So I began at the beginning.

"Hey, Mom.

So... I don't know if you've noticed, but I've been gone for quite a while. Almost seventy years to be exact. I don't even know if you're alive, but I miss you more than ever. For the past sixty-nine years, I've been in Middle Earth. Yeah, Tolkien's Middle Earth. You want to know something else? I time travel. Time. Travel. Sporadically, and at the most inconvenient times. It's ruined most everything for me, but it also made my life completely wonderful in a way. I don't age, either.

Guess who found me and took me in? Aragorn. He was nineteen, and he nearly shot me with an arrow until I nearly cried. Then he took me to Elrond, and the elf took me in. You'd like Aragorn a lot, Mom. He's the most amazing friend anyone could ever ask for. He's always been there for me, and I'm happy to say that he is my brother, now. This war is kind of getting to him right now, but he'll be alright. Oh, and there's something else.

I fell in love, Mom. Completely in love. With a king, too. Theoden of Rohan. When we met he was ten, and he developed this crazy crush on me. I moved into Meduseld, and Rohan became my home. I met my best friends, here. Morwen, Theoden's mom, Theodwyn, his sister, Beorn, his sword teacher, and countless others. One day I traveled into the future, and Theoden was a man. A beautiful, kind, funny, perfect man. I fell in love with him, and he proposed. I said no. He was to marry another woman, according to Tolkien, and I couldn't interfere.

That's when I went to Gondor. Remember Boromir? That one who dies that you think is oober attractive? Well, I held him as a baby. I was good friends with his mother and father, you know. Unfortunately, I traveled again, to Rohan. Theoden's son was being born, and his wife died giving birth. So I stayed, helping Theo raise Theodred.

Actually, I helped raise a lot of people. Boromir's alive now, because I forced the idea thatt the ring was evil into his head when he was young, and it stuck. In case you're wondering, I didn't end up with Theoden. No, I fell in love again. Go figure. This time, it was with none other but your favorite character. Yepp. I'm getting married to Boromir. Time has flown by, mom. Beorn died at Helms Deep recently, and Theoden's going to die soon in Gondor.

Mom, I don't know what to do. I love Theoden still, and I don't want him to die. I can't. Mom, I need you right now. You always knew what to do, and you always sang to me whenever I was upset. I know you'll never get this, and I know that chances are you're dead. Still, I want you to know that I love you, and I miss you, and I am so sorry for all of the pain I've caused you. I wish you were here.

Love, Jane."

I folded up the letter and held it to my heart. I absolutely sucked at writing letters, but it's not like it really mattered. My mom would never get the letter.

"Crap!" The letter began to disappear and float away, like some sort of magic trick. What was happening? It flew right out the open window and floated out of sight. A good excuse to never write a letter again.

A sound came from the doorway and I turned to see Theoden looking at me.

"I don't want this anymore." Was all I said. I didn't want him to die with us on bad terms.

Theoden nodded and pulled me into an embrace. "I am sorry, Jane. For everything I have put you through. Can you ever forgive me?"

"There's nothing to forgive. I was never mad at you, Theo. Just upset that Grima's power got inbetween us."

Theoden winced at the sound of his ex-advisor's name. "Let us be friends, Jane. We'll put the past behind us."

I smiled. That's all I could have ever wanted. "Good."

Our moment, just like all of the other moments we had ever had, was ruined.

"The beacons are lit!" Aragorn's booming voice traveled all throughout Meduseld. The moment I had dreaded for days had finally come.

Theoden's eyes were wide, and it was clear that he was torn between two decisions. Stay in Rohan and live to see another day, or go to Gondor and possibly die to save what was believed to be a lost cause.

I gave him a small encouraging smile and nudged him. "Well? You gonna keep them waiting much longer?"

"Don't think I don't know your plan, Eowyn." We were in the stables, preparing for our departure.

Eowyn's eyes widened, but she tried to remain casual. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, Eowyn. I raised your mom, and your brother. You're going to have to do better than that."

She looked like she was about to panic, so I decided that now would be the time to tell her that I'm on her side.

"Eowyn, you're a big girl. Do what you want." Eowyn's expression turned into confusion. She wasn't used to being told to 'do what she wants.' "I also happen to know that you're pretty B.A. with a sword. Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me." I gave her a wink, and she nearly killed me with a hug.

"I knew you and I would be great friends." I approve of her for Faramir. She's a nice lady.

I pulled away and smiled. "Just don't let your uncle find out. He'll kill me. So will your brother."

I hadn't even thought about Eomer. He's gonna be pissed when his sister almost dies.

"They'll never hate you, Jane."

Let's hope.