Boromir woke up with a jerk to see a young boy, bending over him, his youthful face grim. Once he noticed Boromir's awakening, he smiled. Hello, there. It's nice to see you awake. I have heard much about you and had to see you for myself. He stood up, extending a hand. My name's Roland Valentyne. He waited politely for Boromir's reply. Boromir just glared, for the last time he gave out his name, a swift punch to the stomach was given and he got incredibly sick.

They stared at each other for a few minutes, Valentyne's hand still offered. In these few minutes, Boromir had a good look into Valentyne's crystalized blue eyes. They seemed to know something. Something that would shock anything that heard it. They also seemed to be endless, like the depths of the ocean. For a moment, something in Boromir's mind seemed to cry out in warning, for the boys mouth opened, ready to say something.
At the moment the first syllable escaped his mouth, the door slammed. Both men turned around to see a girl with a load of towels and a bucket of water balanced on her head. She turned and stopped dead in her tracks. The bucket of water fell forward and splattered upon the once clean hardwood floor. Roland? Is that you? She dropped the towels and ran toward him, arms outstretched. Valentyne smiled, his thoughts turning to the girl, and hugged her tenderly.

Yes, Eolande, my love, I am finally here.

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Frodo prodded Aragorn in the side, and pointed to a person climbing up the hill stealthy. Aragorn held his hand near his sword once the young girl approached. Her black hair shone like her dress ornaments as the sun peaked through the clouds. Welcome to Celythian, city untouched by time. We bid you to come to the palace, stating that yo are friendly and will not give away our location to other mortals, no matter the circumstances. I-

Aragorn interrupted her. We are looking for a warrior, fair faced and heir of Gondor.

The girl's brow furrowed and she smiled. Oh, the sick one. He is healing from wounds. It is beyond my knowledge when he'll be well. So, let s go forth to the palace. I think you shall- She was interrupted once again. Yet, this time, it wasn't by Aragorn's voice, it was by his sword. It shone a blue sheen as it rested near her neck.

Bring us to him or else.

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Ellian strolled down the steps as the door was pounded upon. He opened the door to see a motley crew of different species holding his guard, Enni, hostage. May I help you, gentlemen? Aragorn's eyes narrowed and his grip on his sword tightened. He recognized the man, the man who he saw fall upon the battlefield more than six years ago.

General Ellian, I though you had departed never to be seen by a mortal man again. Aragorn hid his panic, for if he panicked, surely the hobbits would too.

Ah, the great Aragorn, still alive and also very gray in the hair. I had, for a little more than a fortnight, until master Frandle and his advisor, Valentyne, came and changed that.

Give back Boromir.

No, if it was up to me, he'd be dead already. Besides, he is the heir of Gondor, a city that caused a thousand tears in my still beating heart.

He wasn't there! He was barely more than a child. He didn't bring the destruction of you city, his father did!

Anyway, I think you should know that we have plans for the warrior.

Really? What sort of plans? Pippin inquired, and tried to stand up straight. Something made him want to just sleep.

Ellian couldn't answer because Aragorn hit the ground with a grunt, dragging down Pippin. Legolas grabbed his arrow yet, it slipped to the ground, for his hands were too weak. For some odd reason, the group slid to the ground, completely unconscious. Ellian turned to see Valentyne, gracefully sliding down the rail. He acted young as he looked. His fist was glowing, showing he just used a spell. Now, now, he scolded. We can't have you telling our plans to everyone, Eli.

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Thanks for reading this chapter! I'd like some feedback if it's okay. Well, chapter 4 up soon, i hope. Oh, wait, what do you think about the made up characters? Please tell me if you like them. Bye, bye!