A/N okay here is the ninth chapter. Oh and if you were wondering about the
previous chapter, I refuse to say the dread number 'ate.' It's bad you
know. But anyway, the entire story has about several more chapters left I
think and I hope you all like what's coming up next.
Trista could not believe what those five did. It was disgraceful. Especially for Boromir, according to him, he is supposed to be a prince or something. And she let them know how she felt.
"I can't believe that you would do such a thing. It's disgraceful." Trista scolded them. She was just angry at them.
"What? Since when did saving the world become disgraceful?" Boromir asked. He really wasn't in the mood, not after the dogs and the bees and other things that he could have died quite happily without meeting.
"And it's not really stealing, the Narsil has always belonged to the Heir. They were just holding it for him." Troybin said, as he lit his pipe. Trista then guessed that this was a loosing battle and she just left it at that. But she couldn't help but look at Boromir, there was just something handsome about the way that he wore the black camo paint, but she shook her head and walked off.
The next day, there was a meeting. It was a very important one too. Troybin had something very important to say to the Scouts and they needed to know as soon as they could. But they for some reason could only focus on one thing.
"Did you steal this?" Lita asked. Even though her and Amy were members, they were not told of anything of last night.
"No, we just collected it. The museum was kindly holding it for us." Troybin said, with one of his grins that could convince a hornet to sting itself. Which happens to be very hard to do, but not impossible.
"Kindly holding it? So your saying that you collected this sword and scabbard from some type of storage facility that also happens to be museum?" Amy asked.
"To be blunt," Troybin began, the words seemed to slide out of his mouth. "yes." And then he grinned. And the rest of the Fellowship laughed, but Lita and Amy couldn't find what was so funny, but it seemed to be an inside joke and they always were on the outside. And after more talking, the rest found out the Boromir was going to meet the Heir today and trying to get him to come to the Manor soon and then they will be able to counter Sauron's forces. And when the Inners left, Serena could only make one comment.
"Raye, if you stare any harder at Legolas, I think you would burn a hole through him." She said with a giggle. Raye just looked at her and the look on her face said, Shut up, moron.
"Well anyway, since they're getting the Heir today, I wonder what he would look like or who it would be. Maybe we'll luck out and it would be Darien, hopefully." Amy said. The others nodded and headed to the mall and wait for Troybin's signal, which the old coot chose not to tell them saying that they will know what it is when they feel it. And they had no idea what that meant.
But, at the Arcade, which happens to be a good way away from the mall, there was a commotion. The newest game that was just set up was getting a lot of attention. Well, actually it was the person playing the game, apparently he was still on his first quarter. Or local equivalent to one quarter. Dragon Slayer Quest, that was the name of the game, and the kid was hot, killing the Drachen warriors like they were nothing. And that was exactly who Boromir was looking for, someone who wished to be a warrior but was not able to do so because of the times.
"Good day young sir. Would you like to vanquish real evil." He whispered to the boy. The boy didn't even turn to look at him.
"Why would I need to. The Sailor Scouts take care of everything that comes up." The boy said to him, his eyes still focused on the screen.
"True, but this evil is from the dreams of daemons and the nightmares of angels. And only you can hope to stop them." Boromir told the young man. It was at this time that the boy looked at him and stared at the way he was dressed.
"Wow, someone is actually asking me to do something. And this is for real, right?" the kid said and Boromir nodded. The young child looked at him and gathered his things, while on the screen it said 'Game Over' and 'High Score.' But he never got a chance to enter his initials. And Boromir and the boy walked to the Manor.
Meanwhile, back at the mall, all of the Scouts just stopped talking, for it felt like something like a firework went off in there head, and words saying 'This is the signal Troybin' were just felt.
"So that's what he meant. Interesting." Amy said as she got over the shock of having a firework display going off in her head. Then the five got up and went to the Outer's Manor.
It was when they got there, they noticed something was strange. The Middle- Earth members of the Fellowship were acting as if they were welcoming royalty. Then Troybin got up and looked like he was introducing someone important.
"Ladies and gentlemen. I present to you the Wielder of the Narsil, the Heir of Isildur, the High King of Gondor. Show him in Boromir." Troybin said, and Boromir ushered in the Heir. Who the Heir was, was a shock to all of the Scouts and who the Scouts were was a shock to the Heir.
"Serena?" Sammy asked, his mouth agape and his eyes bugging out.
Oh, so sue me. Yes it was Sammy, Serena's brother. So what. I always figured that he would be the type of person who would want to help out but can't, that's why he didn't question Boromir or not take it un-seriously. I would also like to say that I have reached the 50 thousand word point. Okay, so its calmative, but still it's a huge landmark for me, 50,305 words, excluding this post. And I would like to apologize for my behavior in the previous chapter. And in case your wondering, I happen to be a 16 year-old male high school student, so if I only post on the weekends once in a blue moon that's why. Oh, and I would like to say that I plan on writing another lotr/sm crossover, this one dealing mostly with Darien/Mamorou(sp?) and what happens when he's not just the incarnation of Prince Endymon but everyone's favorite Dark Lord of Mordor. Well anyway I spoke to long and need to post now.
Trista could not believe what those five did. It was disgraceful. Especially for Boromir, according to him, he is supposed to be a prince or something. And she let them know how she felt.
"I can't believe that you would do such a thing. It's disgraceful." Trista scolded them. She was just angry at them.
"What? Since when did saving the world become disgraceful?" Boromir asked. He really wasn't in the mood, not after the dogs and the bees and other things that he could have died quite happily without meeting.
"And it's not really stealing, the Narsil has always belonged to the Heir. They were just holding it for him." Troybin said, as he lit his pipe. Trista then guessed that this was a loosing battle and she just left it at that. But she couldn't help but look at Boromir, there was just something handsome about the way that he wore the black camo paint, but she shook her head and walked off.
The next day, there was a meeting. It was a very important one too. Troybin had something very important to say to the Scouts and they needed to know as soon as they could. But they for some reason could only focus on one thing.
"Did you steal this?" Lita asked. Even though her and Amy were members, they were not told of anything of last night.
"No, we just collected it. The museum was kindly holding it for us." Troybin said, with one of his grins that could convince a hornet to sting itself. Which happens to be very hard to do, but not impossible.
"Kindly holding it? So your saying that you collected this sword and scabbard from some type of storage facility that also happens to be museum?" Amy asked.
"To be blunt," Troybin began, the words seemed to slide out of his mouth. "yes." And then he grinned. And the rest of the Fellowship laughed, but Lita and Amy couldn't find what was so funny, but it seemed to be an inside joke and they always were on the outside. And after more talking, the rest found out the Boromir was going to meet the Heir today and trying to get him to come to the Manor soon and then they will be able to counter Sauron's forces. And when the Inners left, Serena could only make one comment.
"Raye, if you stare any harder at Legolas, I think you would burn a hole through him." She said with a giggle. Raye just looked at her and the look on her face said, Shut up, moron.
"Well anyway, since they're getting the Heir today, I wonder what he would look like or who it would be. Maybe we'll luck out and it would be Darien, hopefully." Amy said. The others nodded and headed to the mall and wait for Troybin's signal, which the old coot chose not to tell them saying that they will know what it is when they feel it. And they had no idea what that meant.
But, at the Arcade, which happens to be a good way away from the mall, there was a commotion. The newest game that was just set up was getting a lot of attention. Well, actually it was the person playing the game, apparently he was still on his first quarter. Or local equivalent to one quarter. Dragon Slayer Quest, that was the name of the game, and the kid was hot, killing the Drachen warriors like they were nothing. And that was exactly who Boromir was looking for, someone who wished to be a warrior but was not able to do so because of the times.
"Good day young sir. Would you like to vanquish real evil." He whispered to the boy. The boy didn't even turn to look at him.
"Why would I need to. The Sailor Scouts take care of everything that comes up." The boy said to him, his eyes still focused on the screen.
"True, but this evil is from the dreams of daemons and the nightmares of angels. And only you can hope to stop them." Boromir told the young man. It was at this time that the boy looked at him and stared at the way he was dressed.
"Wow, someone is actually asking me to do something. And this is for real, right?" the kid said and Boromir nodded. The young child looked at him and gathered his things, while on the screen it said 'Game Over' and 'High Score.' But he never got a chance to enter his initials. And Boromir and the boy walked to the Manor.
Meanwhile, back at the mall, all of the Scouts just stopped talking, for it felt like something like a firework went off in there head, and words saying 'This is the signal Troybin' were just felt.
"So that's what he meant. Interesting." Amy said as she got over the shock of having a firework display going off in her head. Then the five got up and went to the Outer's Manor.
It was when they got there, they noticed something was strange. The Middle- Earth members of the Fellowship were acting as if they were welcoming royalty. Then Troybin got up and looked like he was introducing someone important.
"Ladies and gentlemen. I present to you the Wielder of the Narsil, the Heir of Isildur, the High King of Gondor. Show him in Boromir." Troybin said, and Boromir ushered in the Heir. Who the Heir was, was a shock to all of the Scouts and who the Scouts were was a shock to the Heir.
"Serena?" Sammy asked, his mouth agape and his eyes bugging out.
Oh, so sue me. Yes it was Sammy, Serena's brother. So what. I always figured that he would be the type of person who would want to help out but can't, that's why he didn't question Boromir or not take it un-seriously. I would also like to say that I have reached the 50 thousand word point. Okay, so its calmative, but still it's a huge landmark for me, 50,305 words, excluding this post. And I would like to apologize for my behavior in the previous chapter. And in case your wondering, I happen to be a 16 year-old male high school student, so if I only post on the weekends once in a blue moon that's why. Oh, and I would like to say that I plan on writing another lotr/sm crossover, this one dealing mostly with Darien/Mamorou(sp?) and what happens when he's not just the incarnation of Prince Endymon but everyone's favorite Dark Lord of Mordor. Well anyway I spoke to long and need to post now.