*If anyone doesn't understand the last chapter, (naming no names
*coughLAURAcough*): Doesn't anyone else wonder where the music comes from
in the film? Is it just me? *
Boromir's actual song in this chapter does not belong to me… it belongs to LARA!
That's LARA, aka the friend who fancies Boromir and Pippin… I once again bow to your genius…
Oh, and to frodo_luver, if u read this… I am updating Spin the Hobbit soon… believe me. I've been seriously uninspired of late, but ideas are springing forth! Very messy, I have to say…
The name of this chapter may change… it was all if could think of in about 2 minutes…
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"Boromir?" Legolas gasped and stepped forward. "How can this be?" Boromir grinned, and held up his Apobbtsob(c).
"Legolas!" He stood up and slapped the elf's shoulder, hard. Legolas stumbled forward. "How've you been? Still immortal? Good, good!" The formerly dead son of the former steward of Gondor, who is now dead by the way, noticed the ranger. "Aragorn! Buddy! Still heir to the throne? Still kissin' dead guys?" Boromir turned to Legolas and attempted to whisper, but it sounded more like he was commanding the deaf armies of Gondor. "Always wondered 'bout 'im... heard strange rumours 'bout these 'ere rangers..." He coughed and turned back to Aragorn, who stared at the formerly de... (I can't be bothered) Boromir, in shock.
"Actually, Borry, he is king, your father went crazy and jumped into a fire, and yes of course Legolas is immortal." Merry piped up, as Pippin nodded wildly. Boromir looked blank for a second, then smiled.
"Well then." He flung his arms round Aragorn and Legolas' shoulders. "What's goin' on? New quest? More jewellery possessed wi' the spirit of a dark lord?"
"Er, actually Boromir..." Aragorn started, as Frodo's eyes widened, and he backed into Sam, clutching at his neck.
"Frodo... er, sorry 'bout the whole 'give it to me, its mine' thing..." Boromir tried to look apologetic, but doing something he couldn't spell was boring, so he grinned. "No hard feelin's, eh?" Frodo glared at him sullenly. Boromir looked round the clearing, and his gaze rested on the Things. "And who's this lot?" The Things looked at each other.
"Im Orlando. This is Elijah, Billy, Sean and Dominic." Orlando said, pointing out each Thing as he said their name. Billy waved. "We've been brought from another dimension by an Author. Our quest is to find this Author and dispose of it." Boromir looked at them blankly.
"Huh?"
"They were kidnapped." Aragorn said, patting Boromir's shoulder lightly. "And we have to find the Author who did this." Boromir thought hard, and then smiled.
"Okay then. Author it is."
They set off a little later, after Boromir had searched extensively for arrow holes. Finding none, the fellowship had to conclude that the Author had wished Boromir to be in one piece, but for what foul purpose, none could tell. Merry and Pippin were thrilled at having their friend back, and often wrestled him to the ground. Aragorn got pretty angry about that, but the hobbits figured it was just because he wasn't getting any from Arwen or Legolas. Boromir, when he wasn't fighting off hobbits with wandering hands, chatted to the Things. Legolas and Aragorn led the group, still not really talking, but unable to stay away from each other. Sam and Frodo kept close to the elf and man, still a little wary of Boromir. Frodo occasionally clutched at his throat and muttered 'stay away... you are not yourself' under his breath.
They set up camp a little further on, at the edge of the trees. Sam and Frodo quickly got a fire going, as the others settled round the warmth of the campfire. Boromir listened in wonder as the Things told of how they came to be in Middle Earth.
"We landed in Lord Elrond's breakfast." Sean said, gesturing to Elijah, who was being fed pieces of popcorn by Orlando, occasionally leaning forward to lick at Orlando's fingers. Boromir raised his eyebrows in surprise, then turned back to the other Things. "I'm telling ya, porridge is really hard to get out of your hair..."
"I ended up in a pub in the Shire." Dominic said, looking over at Billy. Boromir's eyes lit up at the word 'pub'. "Pippin passed out on top of me." Pippin, sat at the side of Boromir and clutching his arm, looked sheepish.
"I landed on a bridge in Rivendell." Orlando spoke up, with Elijah happily sucking the end of his index finger. "Arwen was on it though, singing something about Aragorn." The ranger blushed, and looked down as he thought of his wife. "Something really soppy." Boromir suddenly sat up.
"I know a song!" He said, and Merry, sat on his other side and clutching his other arm, urged him to sing it.
"Yeah, please do." Legolas sat down, in-between Aragorn and Sean. Boromir looked pleased that he had an audience, and cleared his throat, before starting in a singsong voice.
"Im going to rip off your legs and stand on your head..." The fellowship stared at him. "What? We used ta sing that all' time when ah were a lad..."
"Yes... well." Aragorn said, looking at Legolas. The elf was trying not to laugh, his hand covering his mouth to hide his grin. "Legolas? Why don't you sing something?" Legolas smile faded, and he suddenly looked, what could only be described as, horrified.
"Er... No. No, it's alright... I don't..." Sean rested his hand on the elf's arm, earning him a glare from Aragorn.
"Its okay Legolas, you don't have to..."
Fortunately for Legolas, as the others had opened their mouth to say he did have to... a sudden dramatic burst of music interrupted the conversation. Aragorn groaned.
"Not again..." He stood up. "That's it. Im finding out the source of this... this noise, and getting rid of it... once and for all." Legolas thought about joining him, but then suddenly remembered what happened last time, and decided to stay. But what if Aragorn needed help? What if he got hurt, and had to be rescued?
The elf stood up.
"Im coming too." He said, avoiding Aragorn's curious gaze. "Coming Boromir?" Boromir hadn't moved. In fact, he wasn't moving at all. He had a gazed look on his face. "Boromir?" Legolas leant down and placed his hand on the man's shoulder. Boromir jumped at the touch. "What's wrong?" He looked up,
"I recognize that music... I..."
"You?" Aragorn stepped forward. "You recognize this... music." Boromir scowled at him.
"I just said I did, dint I?" He stood up. "I've heard it before. When I was dying... Great walloping scraggles of nurdle! They're playing my deathmusic!" The fellowship chose to ignore that little outburst.
"You're sure?" Legolas asked, frowning gently. It did seem a little familiar, but he couldn't remember hearing music at that particular point.
"Yes Im sure... It *was* pretty much a life-changing event... Ya tend to take notice o' things like that..." Legolas, having never died, didn't really know what to say to that, so he turned to Aragorn.
"We should go." The ranger nodded, and looked at the other members of the fellowship sat around the campfire.
"We'll be back soon. Keep a careful watch, we don't know what's out there." Taking a deep breath, and looking at his companions, Aragorn turned and strode off into the forest, followed by Legolas and Boromir.
Unbeknownst to the three brave... the three warriors, two small figures followed them into the forest...
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Notes on this chapter...
Im sorry to all Boromir fans for making him a bit thick... I loosely based him on someone I know from college...
I've tried to write the Sheffieldish accent... its very difficult. We don't pronounce some stuff, for example 'shards of Narsil' from the movie. We, the Sheffielders (or at least I, the Lone Sheffielder) don't pronounce the 'f', and we say the 'o' as an 'a'. In Narsil, the 'ar' is stressed. So its 'shards a nARsil...' and on Caradhras, when he says 'to my city', he's trying really hard to pronounce the 't' in city. Normally we don't, its just ci'y. And occasionally, we miss out short words like 'the', e.g. Lord of the Rings; don't pronounce the 'f' or the 'the', so its Lord o' Rings... however, at the o', suddenly stop really short like you're about to say the 't' but you really don't, just leave a gap. I first realized I said this after the third time of seeing the film and saying 'Lord o' Rings' when I was getting my ticket.
If you're trying to say that in a Sheffieldish accent, and you're not from Sheffield, then I doubt you can. U have to grow up with it, I think... just don't pronounce a 't' when an apostrophe will do...
See how hard it is to explain my accent? Poor Sean Bean, he tried so hard, but I can still hear his Sheffieldish accent.
Oh, and no-one I know, apart from myself, says 'Great walloping scraggles of nurdle'... I got it from the Goon show...
Boromir's actual song in this chapter does not belong to me… it belongs to LARA!
That's LARA, aka the friend who fancies Boromir and Pippin… I once again bow to your genius…
Oh, and to frodo_luver, if u read this… I am updating Spin the Hobbit soon… believe me. I've been seriously uninspired of late, but ideas are springing forth! Very messy, I have to say…
The name of this chapter may change… it was all if could think of in about 2 minutes…
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"Boromir?" Legolas gasped and stepped forward. "How can this be?" Boromir grinned, and held up his Apobbtsob(c).
"Legolas!" He stood up and slapped the elf's shoulder, hard. Legolas stumbled forward. "How've you been? Still immortal? Good, good!" The formerly dead son of the former steward of Gondor, who is now dead by the way, noticed the ranger. "Aragorn! Buddy! Still heir to the throne? Still kissin' dead guys?" Boromir turned to Legolas and attempted to whisper, but it sounded more like he was commanding the deaf armies of Gondor. "Always wondered 'bout 'im... heard strange rumours 'bout these 'ere rangers..." He coughed and turned back to Aragorn, who stared at the formerly de... (I can't be bothered) Boromir, in shock.
"Actually, Borry, he is king, your father went crazy and jumped into a fire, and yes of course Legolas is immortal." Merry piped up, as Pippin nodded wildly. Boromir looked blank for a second, then smiled.
"Well then." He flung his arms round Aragorn and Legolas' shoulders. "What's goin' on? New quest? More jewellery possessed wi' the spirit of a dark lord?"
"Er, actually Boromir..." Aragorn started, as Frodo's eyes widened, and he backed into Sam, clutching at his neck.
"Frodo... er, sorry 'bout the whole 'give it to me, its mine' thing..." Boromir tried to look apologetic, but doing something he couldn't spell was boring, so he grinned. "No hard feelin's, eh?" Frodo glared at him sullenly. Boromir looked round the clearing, and his gaze rested on the Things. "And who's this lot?" The Things looked at each other.
"Im Orlando. This is Elijah, Billy, Sean and Dominic." Orlando said, pointing out each Thing as he said their name. Billy waved. "We've been brought from another dimension by an Author. Our quest is to find this Author and dispose of it." Boromir looked at them blankly.
"Huh?"
"They were kidnapped." Aragorn said, patting Boromir's shoulder lightly. "And we have to find the Author who did this." Boromir thought hard, and then smiled.
"Okay then. Author it is."
They set off a little later, after Boromir had searched extensively for arrow holes. Finding none, the fellowship had to conclude that the Author had wished Boromir to be in one piece, but for what foul purpose, none could tell. Merry and Pippin were thrilled at having their friend back, and often wrestled him to the ground. Aragorn got pretty angry about that, but the hobbits figured it was just because he wasn't getting any from Arwen or Legolas. Boromir, when he wasn't fighting off hobbits with wandering hands, chatted to the Things. Legolas and Aragorn led the group, still not really talking, but unable to stay away from each other. Sam and Frodo kept close to the elf and man, still a little wary of Boromir. Frodo occasionally clutched at his throat and muttered 'stay away... you are not yourself' under his breath.
They set up camp a little further on, at the edge of the trees. Sam and Frodo quickly got a fire going, as the others settled round the warmth of the campfire. Boromir listened in wonder as the Things told of how they came to be in Middle Earth.
"We landed in Lord Elrond's breakfast." Sean said, gesturing to Elijah, who was being fed pieces of popcorn by Orlando, occasionally leaning forward to lick at Orlando's fingers. Boromir raised his eyebrows in surprise, then turned back to the other Things. "I'm telling ya, porridge is really hard to get out of your hair..."
"I ended up in a pub in the Shire." Dominic said, looking over at Billy. Boromir's eyes lit up at the word 'pub'. "Pippin passed out on top of me." Pippin, sat at the side of Boromir and clutching his arm, looked sheepish.
"I landed on a bridge in Rivendell." Orlando spoke up, with Elijah happily sucking the end of his index finger. "Arwen was on it though, singing something about Aragorn." The ranger blushed, and looked down as he thought of his wife. "Something really soppy." Boromir suddenly sat up.
"I know a song!" He said, and Merry, sat on his other side and clutching his other arm, urged him to sing it.
"Yeah, please do." Legolas sat down, in-between Aragorn and Sean. Boromir looked pleased that he had an audience, and cleared his throat, before starting in a singsong voice.
"Im going to rip off your legs and stand on your head..." The fellowship stared at him. "What? We used ta sing that all' time when ah were a lad..."
"Yes... well." Aragorn said, looking at Legolas. The elf was trying not to laugh, his hand covering his mouth to hide his grin. "Legolas? Why don't you sing something?" Legolas smile faded, and he suddenly looked, what could only be described as, horrified.
"Er... No. No, it's alright... I don't..." Sean rested his hand on the elf's arm, earning him a glare from Aragorn.
"Its okay Legolas, you don't have to..."
Fortunately for Legolas, as the others had opened their mouth to say he did have to... a sudden dramatic burst of music interrupted the conversation. Aragorn groaned.
"Not again..." He stood up. "That's it. Im finding out the source of this... this noise, and getting rid of it... once and for all." Legolas thought about joining him, but then suddenly remembered what happened last time, and decided to stay. But what if Aragorn needed help? What if he got hurt, and had to be rescued?
The elf stood up.
"Im coming too." He said, avoiding Aragorn's curious gaze. "Coming Boromir?" Boromir hadn't moved. In fact, he wasn't moving at all. He had a gazed look on his face. "Boromir?" Legolas leant down and placed his hand on the man's shoulder. Boromir jumped at the touch. "What's wrong?" He looked up,
"I recognize that music... I..."
"You?" Aragorn stepped forward. "You recognize this... music." Boromir scowled at him.
"I just said I did, dint I?" He stood up. "I've heard it before. When I was dying... Great walloping scraggles of nurdle! They're playing my deathmusic!" The fellowship chose to ignore that little outburst.
"You're sure?" Legolas asked, frowning gently. It did seem a little familiar, but he couldn't remember hearing music at that particular point.
"Yes Im sure... It *was* pretty much a life-changing event... Ya tend to take notice o' things like that..." Legolas, having never died, didn't really know what to say to that, so he turned to Aragorn.
"We should go." The ranger nodded, and looked at the other members of the fellowship sat around the campfire.
"We'll be back soon. Keep a careful watch, we don't know what's out there." Taking a deep breath, and looking at his companions, Aragorn turned and strode off into the forest, followed by Legolas and Boromir.
Unbeknownst to the three brave... the three warriors, two small figures followed them into the forest...
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Notes on this chapter...
Im sorry to all Boromir fans for making him a bit thick... I loosely based him on someone I know from college...
I've tried to write the Sheffieldish accent... its very difficult. We don't pronounce some stuff, for example 'shards of Narsil' from the movie. We, the Sheffielders (or at least I, the Lone Sheffielder) don't pronounce the 'f', and we say the 'o' as an 'a'. In Narsil, the 'ar' is stressed. So its 'shards a nARsil...' and on Caradhras, when he says 'to my city', he's trying really hard to pronounce the 't' in city. Normally we don't, its just ci'y. And occasionally, we miss out short words like 'the', e.g. Lord of the Rings; don't pronounce the 'f' or the 'the', so its Lord o' Rings... however, at the o', suddenly stop really short like you're about to say the 't' but you really don't, just leave a gap. I first realized I said this after the third time of seeing the film and saying 'Lord o' Rings' when I was getting my ticket.
If you're trying to say that in a Sheffieldish accent, and you're not from Sheffield, then I doubt you can. U have to grow up with it, I think... just don't pronounce a 't' when an apostrophe will do...
See how hard it is to explain my accent? Poor Sean Bean, he tried so hard, but I can still hear his Sheffieldish accent.
Oh, and no-one I know, apart from myself, says 'Great walloping scraggles of nurdle'... I got it from the Goon show...