Author Disclaimer: Not mine!!!
Nat's POV.
I'm rushing down what appears to be a long grey tube. The air is whipping through
my hair and at my face. It feels like hands are slapping me. After what seems an age, I shoot
out the end and land in a heap on the floor.
"90995 has just arrived." I look up to see an old man holding a quill and parchment.
"Hello!" A young girl of about 16 had just entered the room by drifting through the
wall. What?! Oh yeah. I died at Helms Deep. Damn. That sucks.
"I'm Éodwyn." the girl chirped.
"Er...right. That's nice to know."
"Isn't it just?" She'd missed the sarcasm. "How about I show you around the place?"
"Um...ok." I had no idea what to say. "That's cool with me." The girl beamed.
"Great!" And she left through the wall. I hesitated before following her.
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The guided tour was totally unnecessary and extremly boring. Éodwyn kept listing all
the people we met.
"That's Isildur." Éodwyn said pointing to a man with long black hair which looked
rather greasy. I watched him slap this womans' ass, only to get a smack round the
face back. "Yeah. He's looking for a new girl. With no sucess." Éodwyn laughed. I forced a
smile and we continued the tour. I can't take much more of this! She is SO boring!! And SO
not funny. I'm considering running off if this doesn't get better soon. I'm going to sink into
submission and let her lead me around.......
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"Oh. Hello Boromir." My heart skipped a beat. "This is Boromir." she said brightly.
"I.....I know."
"You've met before?"
"Yeah." I looked at him and smiled.
"How did you two get to know each other?" Éodwyns' face was eager to know the
details. I exchanged glances with Boromir before explaining.
"Well. We met at Rivendell. This is where we began the quest to destroy the One
Ring."
"Oooohh." Éodwyn said excitedly. "What happened next?"
"Er....we go on the quest with Frodo, Merry, Pippin and Sam the Hobbits. Aragorn
the Ranger. God he was annoying. Gimli the dwarf. Erghh, not going there. Legolas the elf.
And my friend Emma." Éodwyn was deeply engrossed in the story.
"So you leave Rivendell...Then where?"
"Lots of places. Moria. Lothlorien."
"Wow."
"In places it was. But at times it was like, oh my god, get me out of here!" Éodwyn
smiled broadly. I could see Boromir was itching to talk to me, but as Éodwyn kept asking me
questions, he couldn't get a word in. "Umm, do you think that you could leave us alone for a
while?"
"Ahhhhh." Éodwyn grinned. "Will do." She gave me a knowing wink before going
over to talk to some old dude with frizzy grey hair.
I turned to face Boromir. There was an awkward pause. It was just like the time in
Rivendell when we first met. I shifted uncomfortably.
"You shouldn't have died." he said softly.
"I wasn't happy with life. I suppose the Uruk-hai did me a favour. It was very quick
and there was hardly any pain."
"You should have carried on......"
"I had gone to pieces. Nothing mattered to me anymore." Another pause followed.
We just stood there, not speaking to each other. I stared at the floor. I knew Boromir was
sucking his thumb because I could hear the cute little sucking sounds he always made when he
had his thumb in his mouth. I smiled before looking up at him.
"I need to see Emma."
"You can't go."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want you to."
"I'm going. Deal with it." I turned and walked away from him. Boromir caught my
wrist.
"You're not going." he said flatly.
"I am." He pulled me into him.
"You're staying here."
"Let go!!" I yelled. "If you think I'm choosing you over my best friend then you are
very much mistaken." I got free and stormed off somewhere.
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Éodwyn found me. She came and sat next to me.
"My brother Éodan and I are holding a Death Day dance. And I was wondering if you
and Boromir would like to go together."
"With HIM? No way."
"I thought...."
"We were. Not any more."
"Why?"
"Personal."
"Oh right." And she didn't press the matter further, which I thought was very
considerate of her.
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"Oh no. Not him." Éodwyn spat bitterly. Isildur was swaggering up to us.
"Hello Miss Éodwyn. I must say that you look absolutely wonderful today..."
"Go away Isildur."
"I was wondering if I'd have the pleasure of taking you to the dance." he asked her.
"Why would I go with a slimeball like you?" I looked at her in suprise. Isildur isn't that
bad looking once you ignore the greasy hair.
"It's true though." she said simply.
"Who's this?" Isildur asked, looking me up and down.
"I'm Nat." I said with a look of discomfort on my face.
"Hmmm....How about you come to the dance with me?" He was still eyeing me up
whilst he said this. A small smile flickered across my lips. I went over to him and whispered in
his ear. "If you want to, then that's fine with me." I gave him a flirty wink. Isildur grinned
sharkishly. He offered me his arm, which I took. And we walked off together. I cast a glance
back at Éodwyn, who had her mouth hanging open in suprise.
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Well. The dance isn't that great. Hang on. That's an understatement. It's TERRIBLE.
Everyone is staring at me. That, I suppose, has something to do with Isildur. He REALLY isn't
very popular round here is he? I saw Boromir talking to Éodwyn. I gave him the evils before
going to dance with Isildur. Ergh. He's placed his hands on my ass. Not a good idea really. So I
slapped him and walked off.
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Later on, Éodwyn scuttled up to me.
"If this has ANYTHING to do with him, I'm not interested." I said bluntly.
"Look. He's really upset."
"I don't care."
"It's hurting him so much, seeing you dancing with Isidur."
"Well I'm not any more so he can stop being so pathetic."
"He actaully had a cry about it...." That's right. Go and use the Guilt Trip on me.
And the bad thing is, it's actually working. I bit my lip.
"You two have to talk." she continued. I thought about it for a moment. I gave in.
"Fine. I'll talk to him."
"Great!" Éodwyn smiled at me. "Hurry up though, the last dance is very close."
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I stood at Boromirs' side. "Look. I'm sorry for shouting at you.....I didn't mean it..."
Boromir sniffed and turned his back on me. "Boromir please..." This SUCKS!! It's basically
just crawling back to him. Which I'm not happy about doing. It's normally the guys crawling
back to me....But anyway, if I have to do it, I'll do it.
Boromir still had his back to me. "Please listen to me Boromir....." He just held his
head up high and ignored me. Fine. Be like that. I ain't giving up though. I put my hand on his
shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. I felt him relax a little once I'd done this. Hmmm...Ok.
I put my right hand on his other shoulder. "This isn't fair.....You know I....I..." I was
struggling to get the words out. "You know I love you...." It felt a great deal better once I did.
I no longer had that sick feeling inside me, for it was replaced with a warm glowing sensation.
I knew he was crying, I could feel his shoulders shaking slightly. So I led him to a seat and sat
him down in it. Boromir buried his face in his hands and sobbed. I sat beside him. I hate to see
him cry, it makes me feel sad too. "Come on..." I said soothingly, "Stop crying...." Boromir
sniffed loudly. Erghhh. Yuk. I put my arms around him. "Please don't cry Boromir...." He
fell onto my shoulder and wailed. Oh my god. He NEEDS to sort that out. SERIOUSLY.
People were beginning to stare again. A few old biddies were shaking their heads in disgust, and
were muttering stuff under their breath. I scowled at them. They shook their heads again and
moved off. I don't want to know what they were saying, as it was most likely to be about me.
And I'm sure it wasn't nice things either. Boromir gave another loud sniff. Oh ew...all over
me everything. Gross, gross, and did I mention gross.
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Éodwyn came up to me after the dance had finished. She seemed rather miffed.
"You never danced with him."
"It's kinda hard to when he's flopped out on you. I think it was too much for him." I
grinned at her and pointed at Boromir who had his head lying in my lap.
"Oh. Right." Éodwyn said. She still looked put out, but I think she understood. I brushed the hair away from his
face and sighed.
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I'm still sitting in the seat with Boromir resting his head in my lap. I shake him. And what a suprise, it has no
effect. Damn it.
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This is getting stupid. I pushed Boromir off my lap and he landed on the floor with a thump. I winced and stood
up. I can't feel my legs properly, as I'd been sitting down for a long time. "Time to see Emma." I began to walk off when I
felt something catch hold of my leg. I stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Hey!" I rolled over and saw Boromir with his hand around my ankle.
"You're not going." he said.
"We're not going to start THIS again are we?" I snapped. "Emma's my best friend, I'm not just going to leave
her on her own like that."
"But...."
"Why don't you want me to go?" I asked him. Best to get the reason why before I shout at him again.
"Because......I'm.....I'm...." he sniffed, "I'm scared I'll loose you." I rolled my eyes.
"Well you COULD have said that earlier."
"You wouldn't listen..." That was true.
"I'm sorry. But I REALLY have to go....." I picked myself up and walked away.
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I spotted Éodwyn with her brother. I went up to them.
"I'm leaving." I said to her. Éodwyns' jaw dropped.
"You can't....." she started.
"I'm going to see my best friend." I told her. "To make sure she's ok."
"But what about Boromir?"
"Take care of him." I said, smiling. "Bye Éodwyn. I'll come back to see you sometimes." I waved as I left them.
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"Wait!" Someone shouted after me. I stopped and closed my eyes. I knew who it was, even without looking.
"Boromir....please. I have to go." I opened my eyes again. Sure enough, he was standing in front of me, wearing
a stupid grin on his face.
"I'll go with you." he said smiling broadly. The idiot. He has no idea what he's getting himself into.
"You don't want to go." I told him. "It'll be really boring. Trust me."
"I do want to go." he replied. He said this with such determination that I could hardly refuse.
"Ok. But first we're going to see Frodo. I need to see if he's ok." Boromir looked at me. "Emma." I said simply.
"Ahhh." He nodded. "I understand."
"Good for you. Now if you're coming...." Boromir nodded enthusiastically. "If I am correct, then all we have to
do is think about the person you wish to visit and we'll appear before them. I'm not sure if it'll work...."
"It does. I've done it to see you, remember?"
"Hm." I shut off everything and let my mind focus on Frodo. I felt a rush of air whip through my hair. I looked
around. I was standing in a wooded area. There were several men dressed in green and Sam and Frodo were with them.
"Faramir." I looked over at Boromir.
"Who?" I asked.
"My brother Faramir." he said in a choked voice.
"He's not exactly gifted in the looks department is he?" Boromir shot me a confused look. I rolled my eyes. "What
I mean is, he's not very good looking is he?" Boromir shrugged.
"I'm not one to judge on that sort of thing." Faramir had long gingery hair which fell to his shoulders, and had a
beard of the same colour. The thing that struck me when I first saw him was the fact he had a VERY long nose. Yuk. What
a total minger.
"He has a big nose." I said.
"You're right there." I grinned.
"Lets talk to Frodo." I walked/glided over to Frodo. "Frodo...." He spun around wildly.
"Who's that?" he said nervously.
"Frodo.....Emma wishes to find out if you are ok....."
"Who.....who are you?" Frodo said, his voice shaking.
"Nat.....the girl who went on the quest....."
"I know no Nat."
"Yes you do you insolent little ass. I'm the snappy one who has a go at Aragorn all the time."
"Oh yes. What happened to you?"
"I died." I said simply.
"Oh."
"Yeah. So are you ok?"
"Yes."
"Good. I'll be going then. See ya!!!" I waved at him before disappearing.
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"Right. Now to find Emma." Aragorn and Leggy were standing talking to each other and Gimli was reading his
magazine. Eww. Super Edition this time. Utterly puke worthy. Ah ha!!! There she is. Emma was sitting down on her own,
and she seemed to be a little subdued. Wow. She's sad about me dying. God. That is AMAZING. I would have thought
she'd be glad to be rid of my constant practical joking. Hmmmm...that gives me an idea......
I sneak over to Emma and pull her hair. She yelped in pain and looked up. I sniggered.
"Who did that?" she asked. "Come on! You can't hide from the almighty Emma!!" Yeah. Whatever Em. I can
hide from ya. So there. "Aragorn, did you do that?"
"What?"
"Legolas, how about you?" Oh come on! You KNOW they weren't even anywhere NEAR you so how can they?
Duh!!
"Gimli! It was you wasn't it?" Now she's getting desperate. Gimli sighs and goes back to reading his 'book'.
"Emma....." I hissed.
"Who's that?" Emma said, her voice shaking.
"Emma......I know where you live...."
"Aragorn this isn't funny!"
"Emma......I know you have fantasies about Frodo Baggins!!" Boromir snorted. Emma went red.
"Erm...whatever!"
"Emma........" I hissed louder, " I. Know. Everything!!!!" Emma went white.
"Where are you? I can't see you."
"I'm here. In front of you."
"There's nothing here."
"I. Am. Dead. You. See. Dead. People." I decided to appear to her. Emma gasped.
"Oh my God......"
Nat's POV.
I'm rushing down what appears to be a long grey tube. The air is whipping through
my hair and at my face. It feels like hands are slapping me. After what seems an age, I shoot
out the end and land in a heap on the floor.
"90995 has just arrived." I look up to see an old man holding a quill and parchment.
"Hello!" A young girl of about 16 had just entered the room by drifting through the
wall. What?! Oh yeah. I died at Helms Deep. Damn. That sucks.
"I'm Éodwyn." the girl chirped.
"Er...right. That's nice to know."
"Isn't it just?" She'd missed the sarcasm. "How about I show you around the place?"
"Um...ok." I had no idea what to say. "That's cool with me." The girl beamed.
"Great!" And she left through the wall. I hesitated before following her.
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The guided tour was totally unnecessary and extremly boring. Éodwyn kept listing all
the people we met.
"That's Isildur." Éodwyn said pointing to a man with long black hair which looked
rather greasy. I watched him slap this womans' ass, only to get a smack round the
face back. "Yeah. He's looking for a new girl. With no sucess." Éodwyn laughed. I forced a
smile and we continued the tour. I can't take much more of this! She is SO boring!! And SO
not funny. I'm considering running off if this doesn't get better soon. I'm going to sink into
submission and let her lead me around.......
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"Oh. Hello Boromir." My heart skipped a beat. "This is Boromir." she said brightly.
"I.....I know."
"You've met before?"
"Yeah." I looked at him and smiled.
"How did you two get to know each other?" Éodwyns' face was eager to know the
details. I exchanged glances with Boromir before explaining.
"Well. We met at Rivendell. This is where we began the quest to destroy the One
Ring."
"Oooohh." Éodwyn said excitedly. "What happened next?"
"Er....we go on the quest with Frodo, Merry, Pippin and Sam the Hobbits. Aragorn
the Ranger. God he was annoying. Gimli the dwarf. Erghh, not going there. Legolas the elf.
And my friend Emma." Éodwyn was deeply engrossed in the story.
"So you leave Rivendell...Then where?"
"Lots of places. Moria. Lothlorien."
"Wow."
"In places it was. But at times it was like, oh my god, get me out of here!" Éodwyn
smiled broadly. I could see Boromir was itching to talk to me, but as Éodwyn kept asking me
questions, he couldn't get a word in. "Umm, do you think that you could leave us alone for a
while?"
"Ahhhhh." Éodwyn grinned. "Will do." She gave me a knowing wink before going
over to talk to some old dude with frizzy grey hair.
I turned to face Boromir. There was an awkward pause. It was just like the time in
Rivendell when we first met. I shifted uncomfortably.
"You shouldn't have died." he said softly.
"I wasn't happy with life. I suppose the Uruk-hai did me a favour. It was very quick
and there was hardly any pain."
"You should have carried on......"
"I had gone to pieces. Nothing mattered to me anymore." Another pause followed.
We just stood there, not speaking to each other. I stared at the floor. I knew Boromir was
sucking his thumb because I could hear the cute little sucking sounds he always made when he
had his thumb in his mouth. I smiled before looking up at him.
"I need to see Emma."
"You can't go."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want you to."
"I'm going. Deal with it." I turned and walked away from him. Boromir caught my
wrist.
"You're not going." he said flatly.
"I am." He pulled me into him.
"You're staying here."
"Let go!!" I yelled. "If you think I'm choosing you over my best friend then you are
very much mistaken." I got free and stormed off somewhere.
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Éodwyn found me. She came and sat next to me.
"My brother Éodan and I are holding a Death Day dance. And I was wondering if you
and Boromir would like to go together."
"With HIM? No way."
"I thought...."
"We were. Not any more."
"Why?"
"Personal."
"Oh right." And she didn't press the matter further, which I thought was very
considerate of her.
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"Oh no. Not him." Éodwyn spat bitterly. Isildur was swaggering up to us.
"Hello Miss Éodwyn. I must say that you look absolutely wonderful today..."
"Go away Isildur."
"I was wondering if I'd have the pleasure of taking you to the dance." he asked her.
"Why would I go with a slimeball like you?" I looked at her in suprise. Isildur isn't that
bad looking once you ignore the greasy hair.
"It's true though." she said simply.
"Who's this?" Isildur asked, looking me up and down.
"I'm Nat." I said with a look of discomfort on my face.
"Hmmm....How about you come to the dance with me?" He was still eyeing me up
whilst he said this. A small smile flickered across my lips. I went over to him and whispered in
his ear. "If you want to, then that's fine with me." I gave him a flirty wink. Isildur grinned
sharkishly. He offered me his arm, which I took. And we walked off together. I cast a glance
back at Éodwyn, who had her mouth hanging open in suprise.
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Well. The dance isn't that great. Hang on. That's an understatement. It's TERRIBLE.
Everyone is staring at me. That, I suppose, has something to do with Isildur. He REALLY isn't
very popular round here is he? I saw Boromir talking to Éodwyn. I gave him the evils before
going to dance with Isildur. Ergh. He's placed his hands on my ass. Not a good idea really. So I
slapped him and walked off.
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Later on, Éodwyn scuttled up to me.
"If this has ANYTHING to do with him, I'm not interested." I said bluntly.
"Look. He's really upset."
"I don't care."
"It's hurting him so much, seeing you dancing with Isidur."
"Well I'm not any more so he can stop being so pathetic."
"He actaully had a cry about it...." That's right. Go and use the Guilt Trip on me.
And the bad thing is, it's actually working. I bit my lip.
"You two have to talk." she continued. I thought about it for a moment. I gave in.
"Fine. I'll talk to him."
"Great!" Éodwyn smiled at me. "Hurry up though, the last dance is very close."
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I stood at Boromirs' side. "Look. I'm sorry for shouting at you.....I didn't mean it..."
Boromir sniffed and turned his back on me. "Boromir please..." This SUCKS!! It's basically
just crawling back to him. Which I'm not happy about doing. It's normally the guys crawling
back to me....But anyway, if I have to do it, I'll do it.
Boromir still had his back to me. "Please listen to me Boromir....." He just held his
head up high and ignored me. Fine. Be like that. I ain't giving up though. I put my hand on his
shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. I felt him relax a little once I'd done this. Hmmm...Ok.
I put my right hand on his other shoulder. "This isn't fair.....You know I....I..." I was
struggling to get the words out. "You know I love you...." It felt a great deal better once I did.
I no longer had that sick feeling inside me, for it was replaced with a warm glowing sensation.
I knew he was crying, I could feel his shoulders shaking slightly. So I led him to a seat and sat
him down in it. Boromir buried his face in his hands and sobbed. I sat beside him. I hate to see
him cry, it makes me feel sad too. "Come on..." I said soothingly, "Stop crying...." Boromir
sniffed loudly. Erghhh. Yuk. I put my arms around him. "Please don't cry Boromir...." He
fell onto my shoulder and wailed. Oh my god. He NEEDS to sort that out. SERIOUSLY.
People were beginning to stare again. A few old biddies were shaking their heads in disgust, and
were muttering stuff under their breath. I scowled at them. They shook their heads again and
moved off. I don't want to know what they were saying, as it was most likely to be about me.
And I'm sure it wasn't nice things either. Boromir gave another loud sniff. Oh ew...all over
me everything. Gross, gross, and did I mention gross.
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Éodwyn came up to me after the dance had finished. She seemed rather miffed.
"You never danced with him."
"It's kinda hard to when he's flopped out on you. I think it was too much for him." I
grinned at her and pointed at Boromir who had his head lying in my lap.
"Oh. Right." Éodwyn said. She still looked put out, but I think she understood. I brushed the hair away from his
face and sighed.
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I'm still sitting in the seat with Boromir resting his head in my lap. I shake him. And what a suprise, it has no
effect. Damn it.
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This is getting stupid. I pushed Boromir off my lap and he landed on the floor with a thump. I winced and stood
up. I can't feel my legs properly, as I'd been sitting down for a long time. "Time to see Emma." I began to walk off when I
felt something catch hold of my leg. I stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Hey!" I rolled over and saw Boromir with his hand around my ankle.
"You're not going." he said.
"We're not going to start THIS again are we?" I snapped. "Emma's my best friend, I'm not just going to leave
her on her own like that."
"But...."
"Why don't you want me to go?" I asked him. Best to get the reason why before I shout at him again.
"Because......I'm.....I'm...." he sniffed, "I'm scared I'll loose you." I rolled my eyes.
"Well you COULD have said that earlier."
"You wouldn't listen..." That was true.
"I'm sorry. But I REALLY have to go....." I picked myself up and walked away.
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I spotted Éodwyn with her brother. I went up to them.
"I'm leaving." I said to her. Éodwyns' jaw dropped.
"You can't....." she started.
"I'm going to see my best friend." I told her. "To make sure she's ok."
"But what about Boromir?"
"Take care of him." I said, smiling. "Bye Éodwyn. I'll come back to see you sometimes." I waved as I left them.
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"Wait!" Someone shouted after me. I stopped and closed my eyes. I knew who it was, even without looking.
"Boromir....please. I have to go." I opened my eyes again. Sure enough, he was standing in front of me, wearing
a stupid grin on his face.
"I'll go with you." he said smiling broadly. The idiot. He has no idea what he's getting himself into.
"You don't want to go." I told him. "It'll be really boring. Trust me."
"I do want to go." he replied. He said this with such determination that I could hardly refuse.
"Ok. But first we're going to see Frodo. I need to see if he's ok." Boromir looked at me. "Emma." I said simply.
"Ahhh." He nodded. "I understand."
"Good for you. Now if you're coming...." Boromir nodded enthusiastically. "If I am correct, then all we have to
do is think about the person you wish to visit and we'll appear before them. I'm not sure if it'll work...."
"It does. I've done it to see you, remember?"
"Hm." I shut off everything and let my mind focus on Frodo. I felt a rush of air whip through my hair. I looked
around. I was standing in a wooded area. There were several men dressed in green and Sam and Frodo were with them.
"Faramir." I looked over at Boromir.
"Who?" I asked.
"My brother Faramir." he said in a choked voice.
"He's not exactly gifted in the looks department is he?" Boromir shot me a confused look. I rolled my eyes. "What
I mean is, he's not very good looking is he?" Boromir shrugged.
"I'm not one to judge on that sort of thing." Faramir had long gingery hair which fell to his shoulders, and had a
beard of the same colour. The thing that struck me when I first saw him was the fact he had a VERY long nose. Yuk. What
a total minger.
"He has a big nose." I said.
"You're right there." I grinned.
"Lets talk to Frodo." I walked/glided over to Frodo. "Frodo...." He spun around wildly.
"Who's that?" he said nervously.
"Frodo.....Emma wishes to find out if you are ok....."
"Who.....who are you?" Frodo said, his voice shaking.
"Nat.....the girl who went on the quest....."
"I know no Nat."
"Yes you do you insolent little ass. I'm the snappy one who has a go at Aragorn all the time."
"Oh yes. What happened to you?"
"I died." I said simply.
"Oh."
"Yeah. So are you ok?"
"Yes."
"Good. I'll be going then. See ya!!!" I waved at him before disappearing.
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"Right. Now to find Emma." Aragorn and Leggy were standing talking to each other and Gimli was reading his
magazine. Eww. Super Edition this time. Utterly puke worthy. Ah ha!!! There she is. Emma was sitting down on her own,
and she seemed to be a little subdued. Wow. She's sad about me dying. God. That is AMAZING. I would have thought
she'd be glad to be rid of my constant practical joking. Hmmmm...that gives me an idea......
I sneak over to Emma and pull her hair. She yelped in pain and looked up. I sniggered.
"Who did that?" she asked. "Come on! You can't hide from the almighty Emma!!" Yeah. Whatever Em. I can
hide from ya. So there. "Aragorn, did you do that?"
"What?"
"Legolas, how about you?" Oh come on! You KNOW they weren't even anywhere NEAR you so how can they?
Duh!!
"Gimli! It was you wasn't it?" Now she's getting desperate. Gimli sighs and goes back to reading his 'book'.
"Emma....." I hissed.
"Who's that?" Emma said, her voice shaking.
"Emma......I know where you live...."
"Aragorn this isn't funny!"
"Emma......I know you have fantasies about Frodo Baggins!!" Boromir snorted. Emma went red.
"Erm...whatever!"
"Emma........" I hissed louder, " I. Know. Everything!!!!" Emma went white.
"Where are you? I can't see you."
"I'm here. In front of you."
"There's nothing here."
"I. Am. Dead. You. See. Dead. People." I decided to appear to her. Emma gasped.
"Oh my God......"
