Chap 3. Little bit of Nerin back ground here in the chapter (only 2 paragraphs, so as to not bore you about her,) Just to let you know why she is the way she is. I'm the total opposite. *was never a tomboy* (although I was my fathers only child-and I think he did want a boy.) This chapter I'm trying to concentrate more on Boromir…because he's so nice to concentrate on. hehe
After riding far, they stopped by a stream to let their horses rest and get a drink. They dismounted from their steeds and sat under a tree, whose red and gold leaves fell softly around them.
"Tell me of your vision." she said as they sat together.
"I will know more when I see the sword." he said, picking up a leaf and crumbling it in his hand.
"I see." she laughed, picking up on his hint that he didn't want to talk about it.
"Tell me, Nerin." Boromir said, changing the subject. "Why do you wear leather armor and travel with a sword? Do you even know how to use it?"
"I know well enough." she answered in a hateful tone, and crossed her arms.
"A woman has no need of a sword." he said sarcastically. "A frying pan, now that's what you should be wielding at your side."
"We don't need a frying pan, Boromir" she said trying her hardest to best him. "If worse comes to worse we can just use that piece of scrap metal masquerading as a shield, that you carry."
"I happen to have crafted that 'piece of scrap metal' myself." he glowered.
"Oh, aye," she nodded. " I have no doubt of that."
Boromir looked, for a moment, furious. Then his expression changed and he laughed.
"You are far too easily riled." He continued to laugh as Nerin seethed. "Or perhaps, I hit a little too close to home?"
"You couldn't hit it if it was staring you in the face." she said hatefully. She stood up and marched to her horse. Boromir laughed and followed after her to his.
"I withdraw what I said before." he chuckled, once they had remounted. "Some women should defiantly carry swords." He kicked off and she followed.
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The beauty of Rivendell was no less than Nerin would have expected. Elvin cities were known for their beauty and oneness with the nature around them. The gates were open and Boromir and her rode in together side by side.
She was still angry at Boromir for his imprudent humor, but she didn't blame him too much. She was used to dealing with the roguish tongues of men.
Her whole life was spent trying to impress her father, to make him proud of her, to help him see she was twice as good as any son he could have had. In the end it wasn't enough, her father had grown bitter and despondent to her.
Nerin had been born a twin. Her brother, born after her, was small and weak and did not live long after birth. Now, when her father looked at her, all he saw was what could have been, what should have been. He did not see what was standing before him in his own daughter. So, Nerin left her father's home and set out on her own at the age of 17.
The elves approached and lead their horses off into stables. A few Elvin women came and looked Nerin over and then led her off with them. Boromir just shrugged and went to find the shards of Narsil.
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The elves led Nerin into a small open room. The leaves blew in and out of the open doors as they pleased.
"If you are to attend the council, you must be properly cleaned and dressed." said a shorter elf.
"The council?" Nerin asked, "What council?"
"The council of Elrond, child." the tallest Elvin woman said hastily, as she laid out a pale yellow and a pale lavender dress on the bed.
Nerin surmised she would be attending a meeting, but she had no idea of the importance of it.
She chose to wear the pale yellow satin dress. It's long robes draped around her, as was the elfish design. The elves bathed her as though she were an expected, and honorable guest. After they had finished cleaning and dressing her, they told her the way to the terrace which would hold the council meeting.
Nerin followed their directions and soon found the meeting which was about to begin. She was hardly surprised she was the only woman attending.
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Boromir arrived on the terrace minutes before Nerin. He had seen the broken shards of Narsil, and to his despair, he had had no great revelations. He was beginning to think that the trip had been in vain until an Elf came to him with word he was expected to attend a council meeting with Lord Elrond.
Every one on the veranda had taken their seats. Boromir along side two other human men. He surveyed the patio and noticed there was one empty seat left.
That's when he saw her. A women whom he had, at first, mistaken for a stranger.
His lips parted slightly in amazement as he realized it was Nerin who had entered the terrace. She looked in a way he thought not possible of her. She looked feminine and soft, almost regal. As she walked to her empty seat, he also noticed she was graceful.
The elves had dressed her in pale yellow and tied her hair back at the temples.
Boromir noticed he was staring and quickly averted his gaze back to Elrond who had started speaking.
End of Chapter 3! Yay! Hehe sorry that the chapters are short…its just I write a scene and I get all excited about it and then I want to get it out there as soon as possible to see if other people like it or want to talk about it. I always want to talk about it. I annoy people in my real life with this stuff! I must have an outlet! Grr heh anyway! Please review or drop me an email ….did you like it? Its still not done but I love ideas and suggestions…lol I take suggestions! Okie this note will be longer than the story If I don't stop so……….Thank you soooo much to all my reviewers! I hope this chapter measures up! And um bye!
After riding far, they stopped by a stream to let their horses rest and get a drink. They dismounted from their steeds and sat under a tree, whose red and gold leaves fell softly around them.
"Tell me of your vision." she said as they sat together.
"I will know more when I see the sword." he said, picking up a leaf and crumbling it in his hand.
"I see." she laughed, picking up on his hint that he didn't want to talk about it.
"Tell me, Nerin." Boromir said, changing the subject. "Why do you wear leather armor and travel with a sword? Do you even know how to use it?"
"I know well enough." she answered in a hateful tone, and crossed her arms.
"A woman has no need of a sword." he said sarcastically. "A frying pan, now that's what you should be wielding at your side."
"We don't need a frying pan, Boromir" she said trying her hardest to best him. "If worse comes to worse we can just use that piece of scrap metal masquerading as a shield, that you carry."
"I happen to have crafted that 'piece of scrap metal' myself." he glowered.
"Oh, aye," she nodded. " I have no doubt of that."
Boromir looked, for a moment, furious. Then his expression changed and he laughed.
"You are far too easily riled." He continued to laugh as Nerin seethed. "Or perhaps, I hit a little too close to home?"
"You couldn't hit it if it was staring you in the face." she said hatefully. She stood up and marched to her horse. Boromir laughed and followed after her to his.
"I withdraw what I said before." he chuckled, once they had remounted. "Some women should defiantly carry swords." He kicked off and she followed.
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The beauty of Rivendell was no less than Nerin would have expected. Elvin cities were known for their beauty and oneness with the nature around them. The gates were open and Boromir and her rode in together side by side.
She was still angry at Boromir for his imprudent humor, but she didn't blame him too much. She was used to dealing with the roguish tongues of men.
Her whole life was spent trying to impress her father, to make him proud of her, to help him see she was twice as good as any son he could have had. In the end it wasn't enough, her father had grown bitter and despondent to her.
Nerin had been born a twin. Her brother, born after her, was small and weak and did not live long after birth. Now, when her father looked at her, all he saw was what could have been, what should have been. He did not see what was standing before him in his own daughter. So, Nerin left her father's home and set out on her own at the age of 17.
The elves approached and lead their horses off into stables. A few Elvin women came and looked Nerin over and then led her off with them. Boromir just shrugged and went to find the shards of Narsil.
----
The elves led Nerin into a small open room. The leaves blew in and out of the open doors as they pleased.
"If you are to attend the council, you must be properly cleaned and dressed." said a shorter elf.
"The council?" Nerin asked, "What council?"
"The council of Elrond, child." the tallest Elvin woman said hastily, as she laid out a pale yellow and a pale lavender dress on the bed.
Nerin surmised she would be attending a meeting, but she had no idea of the importance of it.
She chose to wear the pale yellow satin dress. It's long robes draped around her, as was the elfish design. The elves bathed her as though she were an expected, and honorable guest. After they had finished cleaning and dressing her, they told her the way to the terrace which would hold the council meeting.
Nerin followed their directions and soon found the meeting which was about to begin. She was hardly surprised she was the only woman attending.
----
Boromir arrived on the terrace minutes before Nerin. He had seen the broken shards of Narsil, and to his despair, he had had no great revelations. He was beginning to think that the trip had been in vain until an Elf came to him with word he was expected to attend a council meeting with Lord Elrond.
Every one on the veranda had taken their seats. Boromir along side two other human men. He surveyed the patio and noticed there was one empty seat left.
That's when he saw her. A women whom he had, at first, mistaken for a stranger.
His lips parted slightly in amazement as he realized it was Nerin who had entered the terrace. She looked in a way he thought not possible of her. She looked feminine and soft, almost regal. As she walked to her empty seat, he also noticed she was graceful.
The elves had dressed her in pale yellow and tied her hair back at the temples.
Boromir noticed he was staring and quickly averted his gaze back to Elrond who had started speaking.
End of Chapter 3! Yay! Hehe sorry that the chapters are short…its just I write a scene and I get all excited about it and then I want to get it out there as soon as possible to see if other people like it or want to talk about it. I always want to talk about it. I annoy people in my real life with this stuff! I must have an outlet! Grr heh anyway! Please review or drop me an email ….did you like it? Its still not done but I love ideas and suggestions…lol I take suggestions! Okie this note will be longer than the story If I don't stop so……….Thank you soooo much to all my reviewers! I hope this chapter measures up! And um bye!