(A/N- Right now I'm listening to the Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers soundtrack. It's on the last song, called Gollum's Song. It's sad and kinda depressing, but I like it. I might have Nilseregwen or someone sing it in the story eventually. Well, anyways, this is my 4th chappie today! Go me! Well, r+r!
~Lady Arabella Sedai
PS- Ugh! Guess what I just forgot to tell u? What the title means! Ugh! Well, it means 'How' so there. Now back to the story!)
Chapter 8- Sut"Legolas? Is that you?" asked Arwen, sword drawn.
"Yes," he responded, standing up.
"Stupid Legolas! You got us caught!" shouted Boromir. "Attack them!" He rushed at Arwen as I quickly jammed my bow and arrow in my quiver. Drawing my sword, I stood ready for an attack.
"Charge!" shouted Pippin as the four hobbits rushed forwards. They had obviously missed the fact we were Elves. I don't think the dark hair helped. Aragorn, Chris, and Legolas managed to stop them, but there was no one to stop Gimli. Except me.
"I will get you, you…" he started, swinging his axe. I blocked with Vanimael and kicked as hard as I could at his hand. He dropped his axe with a grunt, but rushed at me anyways. I could see Arwen and Boromir in a full-fledged battle, Arwen fighting just to stay alive. I turned to go help her…
"Stop!" shouted Aragorn. "They are friends!"
"How do you know?" snarled Boromir.
"This is the Lady Arwen Undomíel," exclaimed Legolas, "and the Lady Nilseregwen Celebel! They are Elves of the highest rank!"
"And why should I believe that?" asked Boromir.
"Because," I began with a glance at Arwen, "of this."
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So, how was it? And yes, I do not like Boromir at all. If I could say one thing to him, I would say 'Llie n'vanima ar' lle atara lanneina.' In Elvish, that means 'You're ugly and your mother dresses you funny.' Well, that's not all I would say, but u get the point. Well, review! I dunno if there's another chappie coming yet…we'll c…
~Lady Arabella Sedai