Chapter 2. Tricky Nerin...trickier Boromir.
Boromir entered the small room and took off his coat. His thoughts of the sword of Narsil seemed lessened, and a newer thought arose in his mind.
Nerin had been no more than a childhood acquaintance, but she had changed. She had grown up. Boromir wondered thoughtlessly to himself why Nerin was dressed in the clothes of a warrior, and why she had a sword at her side. However, he didn't care enough to find out, he made to awake early and be gone before she would notice. The last thing he needed was a woman trying to tag along on his trip to Rivendell.
Boromir's head had barely hit the small cot before he was asleep. The combination of the ale and the trip had exhausted him.
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Nerin had rode a full three hours with only moonlight to guide her. She took some comfort in the fact that Boromir was 3 hours behind her. She knew that he would not have allowed her to accompany him to Rivendell, but something in her heart told her he needed her to be there.
She stopped her horse and jumped to her feet. Digging in her pack, she ate a few pieces of dried meat. Then she settled on the ground, threw her coat around her, and slept a few hours until the sun arose.
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"You're up early." the innkeeper said, wiping sleep from his own eyes, as Boromir trudged down the stairs from his room.
"Aye." Boromir said as he settled at a nearby table.
"First one up, so you get your choice of fat bacon or linked sausage." the innkeeper said absentmindedly as he cooked Boromir's breakfast.
"The sausage." Boromir said. He was pleased he had awoken before Nerin.
"I would appreciate it if you didn't tell Nerin that I have left until midday." Boromir told the inn keeper as he sat the plate in front of him.
"You mean the woman you were speaking with last night?" the innkeeper asked quizzically.
"The same." Boromir answered between bites.
"Oh," the inn keeper laughed, going back behind the bar, "She took out of here last night, right after you went up. She seemed in a hurry to get somewhere."
Boromir banged his fist on the table and cursed. Grabbing his sausage, he threw on his coat and was out the door before the inn keeper could stop him.
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Nerin awoke fully rested. She stood and gathered her things, and began loading them back onto her horse. She made a quick glance around the campsite sure to have not left anything behind, then she mounted her horse.
"Do not hate me, Boromir." she said to no one in particular, taking a long last look toward the way she had came.. "This is for your own good."
"Is that right?" an all too familiar voice answered. She looked back around to see Boromir standing there, holding the reigns of her horse.
Nerin's shocked look caused Boromir to laugh. Her look of shock turned into irritation.
"How did you catch up with me?" she asked, frowning.
"I woke early, the inn keeper told me you had left." Boromir said.
"Oh," her eyebrows raised with interest, "Asking about me, were you?"
"You flatter yourself." he said, and motioned for her to dismount.
"I think not, Boromir." she said shaking her head. "I am going with you to Rivendell."
"My business in Rivendell is, exactly that, *my* business." he said sounding annoyed. "You would do well to keep your nose out of it." He made to force her off her horse, but she held him back.
"You do not know me, very well," she laughed. "I hardly do things that are good for me." Her eyes dared him to question her.
Boromir let go of the horses reigns and paced back and forth. He was weighing the pros and cons in his head. In the end, he really didn't know the harm in letting her come along. A part of him, that he didn't realize yet, wanted her to come.
"Very well," he said nodding his head. "If it is some thing you must do, you may ride with me to Rivendell."
Her huge smile was more than enough of a reward for his giving in. She walked her horse a few yards away where Boromir had tied his, and they rode off together toward Rivendell.
Like it? any ideas for the road to rivendell?
Cosmic
Boromir entered the small room and took off his coat. His thoughts of the sword of Narsil seemed lessened, and a newer thought arose in his mind.
Nerin had been no more than a childhood acquaintance, but she had changed. She had grown up. Boromir wondered thoughtlessly to himself why Nerin was dressed in the clothes of a warrior, and why she had a sword at her side. However, he didn't care enough to find out, he made to awake early and be gone before she would notice. The last thing he needed was a woman trying to tag along on his trip to Rivendell.
Boromir's head had barely hit the small cot before he was asleep. The combination of the ale and the trip had exhausted him.
----
Nerin had rode a full three hours with only moonlight to guide her. She took some comfort in the fact that Boromir was 3 hours behind her. She knew that he would not have allowed her to accompany him to Rivendell, but something in her heart told her he needed her to be there.
She stopped her horse and jumped to her feet. Digging in her pack, she ate a few pieces of dried meat. Then she settled on the ground, threw her coat around her, and slept a few hours until the sun arose.
----
"You're up early." the innkeeper said, wiping sleep from his own eyes, as Boromir trudged down the stairs from his room.
"Aye." Boromir said as he settled at a nearby table.
"First one up, so you get your choice of fat bacon or linked sausage." the innkeeper said absentmindedly as he cooked Boromir's breakfast.
"The sausage." Boromir said. He was pleased he had awoken before Nerin.
"I would appreciate it if you didn't tell Nerin that I have left until midday." Boromir told the inn keeper as he sat the plate in front of him.
"You mean the woman you were speaking with last night?" the innkeeper asked quizzically.
"The same." Boromir answered between bites.
"Oh," the inn keeper laughed, going back behind the bar, "She took out of here last night, right after you went up. She seemed in a hurry to get somewhere."
Boromir banged his fist on the table and cursed. Grabbing his sausage, he threw on his coat and was out the door before the inn keeper could stop him.
----
Nerin awoke fully rested. She stood and gathered her things, and began loading them back onto her horse. She made a quick glance around the campsite sure to have not left anything behind, then she mounted her horse.
"Do not hate me, Boromir." she said to no one in particular, taking a long last look toward the way she had came.. "This is for your own good."
"Is that right?" an all too familiar voice answered. She looked back around to see Boromir standing there, holding the reigns of her horse.
Nerin's shocked look caused Boromir to laugh. Her look of shock turned into irritation.
"How did you catch up with me?" she asked, frowning.
"I woke early, the inn keeper told me you had left." Boromir said.
"Oh," her eyebrows raised with interest, "Asking about me, were you?"
"You flatter yourself." he said, and motioned for her to dismount.
"I think not, Boromir." she said shaking her head. "I am going with you to Rivendell."
"My business in Rivendell is, exactly that, *my* business." he said sounding annoyed. "You would do well to keep your nose out of it." He made to force her off her horse, but she held him back.
"You do not know me, very well," she laughed. "I hardly do things that are good for me." Her eyes dared him to question her.
Boromir let go of the horses reigns and paced back and forth. He was weighing the pros and cons in his head. In the end, he really didn't know the harm in letting her come along. A part of him, that he didn't realize yet, wanted her to come.
"Very well," he said nodding his head. "If it is some thing you must do, you may ride with me to Rivendell."
Her huge smile was more than enough of a reward for his giving in. She walked her horse a few yards away where Boromir had tied his, and they rode off together toward Rivendell.
Like it? any ideas for the road to rivendell?
Cosmic