So, it was pretty stupid of me to delete this story, and start all over again with my FF Dot Net account. It was an impulsive mistake that I made in the heat of the moment. I re-uploaded the fic's that I'm definitely going to be continuing, like the Valley and Killer Bass Victorious.
Chapter 16
Boromir rubbed his eyes, exhaustion threatening to make him fall asleep here and now. However, he kept walking on in the forest, moving the torch in his hand to and fro, searching for any sign of Arya.
It had been four days since the incident at the Trident. None of the members of the royal entourage truly knew what had happened, only that Joffery was mauled by a Arya's direwolf, Nymeria.
Of course, Joffery was telling everyone who would hear that Arya and her friend, Mycah, had ganged up on him, and beat him with sticks. Sansa remained suspiciously mum on the whole subject.
Of course, Boromir doubted the prince's words. Although Joffery acted gallant and charming, there was an undercurrent of malice to his actions. That, of course, didn't stop Queen Cersei or the Lannister guards from believing every word he said.
The light from the torch was stinging his tired eyes. Boromir was just about to double back, when the light brushed past a familiar face.
Boromir leaned down to get a better look at Arya, smiling softly at her sleeping form. He picked her up, cradling her in his arms, and began to make his way back to camp.
Merry nervously began fiddling with his cloak as the leaders of the royal entourage began to trickle out of the small holdfast they had set up in after Arya's disappearance. He and the other hobbits had been made to stand outside until the pseudo-trial had been completed.
Ned Stark was the first person they recognized to walk out of the holdfast, followed by the other members of the Fellowship. Merry and Pippin ran up to Ned, much faster than Sam and Frodo.
"What happened? What did Arya say?", exclaimed Pippin, practically out of breath. Ned gave a sad look at them. Confused, the Hobbits turned to their fellow group members. It was only in that moment did they realize how angry Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and Boromir looked.
"Lady is to be put to death.", growled Gimli, and stalked off, without another word.
"What?", said Sam, laughing. "Surely you jest."
But the look in Ned's face said it all. He walked past them, trudging to where the lone direwolf was tied up.
The Hobbits looked in shock at the rest of the Fellowship. Frodo was about to ask what had happened, when the sounds of hoofbeats interrupted them.
Sandor Clegane was back, along with his small contingent of soldiers. He had been sent to find the butcher's boy, Mycah, though he had apparently been unsuccessful. Though, there was an odd, lumpy package on the back of his horse.
"What happened, good sir?", said Gandalf, before he laid eyes on the package.
Clegane spat on the ground. "I'm no knight. Found the butcher's boy; practically had to run him down."
He was barely off his horse, when both Boromir and Aragon slammed him against the stone wall of the holdfast, their swords drawn and their faces twisted in rage.
"What are you bastards doing?", yelled out a confused Clegane. The Lannister guardsmen nearby all lowered their spears or drew their swords.
By now, the hobbits saw exactly what the package was. Beside them, Gandalf's staff fell to the ground with a dull clunk, as the wizard stared in shock.
It was fifteen minutes later when the Fellowship began their journey on their own. They had got into a furious argument with Clegane, the king, the queen, practically everyone.
They had cut ties with the royal entourage, and were now heading to Oldtown on their own. Merry looked back at the receding torches of the encampment, feeling so much sorrow for Arya and Sansa.