Life after High School. Is it scary? You bet.

By Risty Maskell and Silver15

Disclaimer: Nope, not ours

Summary: No idea

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As we drove away in the cart, I wondered how Emma was coping. I didn't want to leave my best friend. Maybe she was right. Maybe she had lost me.

I began to cry silently. Frodo looked at me in surprise. He stopped the cart and wrapped me in a hug. I sobbed into his shoulder. I think he thought it was just my emotional drive was out of whack because I was pregnant.

I finished crying and we just sat there hugging eachother. After a while, we started up the cart and drove along toward Gondor, which was our first stop. As we reached it, we heard cantering of a horse behind us. I looked around. It was Boromir. He must have been going home. He stopped to a slow walk when he reached the cart. We talked for a while. Boromir knew that I was kind of like a counselor, and he told me how much he loved Emma and how much he missed her. I understood and I told him that I had slipped a letter into her coat pocket. It told her how much I loved her as a sister, how much Boromir loved her and stuff like that. Never throw that love away. You won't find someone who loves you that much ever again.

We rode into Gondor, and Boromir said goodbye and rode toward his home. We waved and rode to an inn. We stayed there for about a week.

During that time, we met Boromir's parents, walked around like tourists. There weren't many hobbits in Gondor, so people were very interested in us. We answered their questions politely, and spent most time outside.

I sent three postcards, each, to everyone. Four to Emma. Saying how much I missed her, and how much I wished she were here to have fun with me. I ended each one with: You'll come out on top like you always do. It was our trade saying.

Most nights, I think I cried myself to sleep. I missed my friends. My emotional drive was out of whack. Most days, morning sickness got the better of me. It was terrible. We saw Aragorn and Arwen, who had moved in with her boyfriend, they told us to stay with them for a while, but I declined, telling them that they probably didn't want some pregnant person ruining their 'fun'. They had both laughed at that.

Finally, it was almost time to go. Frodo and I packed up our stuff and set off. Our next stop: Mirkwood. We both knew that Billee and Legolas would be there. Maybe we could see them for a bit.