The last chapter someone went weird. I'm sorry! I don't know how the hell ff.net managed to warp it.
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Boromir woke...Or at least, he opened his eyes. He really hadn't slept since that ... kiss?! Boromir had stayed awake all night, after it.
He just wanted to go home now.
Yes, Boromir was brave. He'd faced orcs, women who wanted him, a Balrog, hostile elves, barbarians, angry fathers, and tiny hobbits attacking him...
But out of all of these things, a Horny elf was by far, the scarcest he'd ever, *ever* had to encounter. He had half a mind to leave Figwit sleeping right there, and ride back alone.
Instead, he stumbled to his feet, made his way over to a little creek, and washed his face over, and over, and over...
A loud splash beside him made him jerk his head up.
Figwit waved to him, from the shallow water, stark naked. "Good morning, Boromir."
"Uhh...Goo...good morning." Boromir stood up, and turned. "You slept well?"
"As always. Not going to wash yourself?" Figwit calmly asked, standing up to get...a better reach.
"No, No! I'm perfectly alright, Thankyou." Boromir started to his horse, and started to pack. "I will return to my home today."
"We will?" Figwit stood, and lay in the sun to dry. "I thought we'd keep looking?"
"I think I need to get home."
Figwit stood, and raised an eyebrow at him. He grabbed his tights from beside Boromir, who flinched at how close the naked elf was. "You act as if I would take you here and now, Boromir, with or without consent."
Boromir didn't reply, only continued to pack.
"I am sorry, Boromir. I was wrong, and I apologies. It was something I didn't think about, and I am used to traveling with elves, not men. I cannot expect you to understand, or want what we are accustomed to." Figwit pulled on his tunic, his soft elvish accent calming Boromir's nerves a little. "Elves travel often, and we've had to learn to cope with the long times away from our wives. I will not make that mistake again."
"I still want to return home, Figwit." Boromir replied sharply. "I ... I will forgive you. Just let me have some space for the moment."
The packing was finished, and the man and the elf rode the long distance home in silence.
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Ana limped around Rivendel, as a servant followed, carrying a gurgling baby half-elf.
The limp was more show than anything. Her arms killed from carrying that heavy baby around! She couldn't do it all the time. She wouldn't! Her husband was an elf, after all. A lord. No, Ana was going to enjoy being a lady for once.
Lori was off, riding. Elrond had attempted to give them tutors, but...Well...Today hadn't worked so well.
Both the girls were restless, and tired. Sure, having no men around was fun for a while, but now it was just plain boring.
She lay back on the grass, and shut her eyes. The sun was delicious. It warmed her skin, sending tingles into her body, and the sounds of the world seemed to muffle into one soft song. This world was... perfect.
Ana would haven't cared if she never saw her old world ever again.
Soft footsteps walked up to her, and a pair of lips pressed into her hand, as a soft elvish voice sent shivers into it. "Are you well, milady?"
"Figgy!" She opened her eyes, and threw herself at the laughing elf. "Where have you been?"
"Attempting to rescue my wife." Figwit kissed her neck gently, and pulled her to her feet. "I didn't do as well a job as I had planned. Elrond told me what happened...I'm so sorry I wasn't there."
"You owe Lori, Figgy darls. Where is Boromir?"
"I believe, making up to her, all the days he's not seen her..."
Ana grinned. "Ooooh..."
Disclaimer: Same as before! And ever more!
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Boromir woke...Or at least, he opened his eyes. He really hadn't slept since that ... kiss?! Boromir had stayed awake all night, after it.
He just wanted to go home now.
Yes, Boromir was brave. He'd faced orcs, women who wanted him, a Balrog, hostile elves, barbarians, angry fathers, and tiny hobbits attacking him...
But out of all of these things, a Horny elf was by far, the scarcest he'd ever, *ever* had to encounter. He had half a mind to leave Figwit sleeping right there, and ride back alone.
Instead, he stumbled to his feet, made his way over to a little creek, and washed his face over, and over, and over...
A loud splash beside him made him jerk his head up.
Figwit waved to him, from the shallow water, stark naked. "Good morning, Boromir."
"Uhh...Goo...good morning." Boromir stood up, and turned. "You slept well?"
"As always. Not going to wash yourself?" Figwit calmly asked, standing up to get...a better reach.
"No, No! I'm perfectly alright, Thankyou." Boromir started to his horse, and started to pack. "I will return to my home today."
"We will?" Figwit stood, and lay in the sun to dry. "I thought we'd keep looking?"
"I think I need to get home."
Figwit stood, and raised an eyebrow at him. He grabbed his tights from beside Boromir, who flinched at how close the naked elf was. "You act as if I would take you here and now, Boromir, with or without consent."
Boromir didn't reply, only continued to pack.
"I am sorry, Boromir. I was wrong, and I apologies. It was something I didn't think about, and I am used to traveling with elves, not men. I cannot expect you to understand, or want what we are accustomed to." Figwit pulled on his tunic, his soft elvish accent calming Boromir's nerves a little. "Elves travel often, and we've had to learn to cope with the long times away from our wives. I will not make that mistake again."
"I still want to return home, Figwit." Boromir replied sharply. "I ... I will forgive you. Just let me have some space for the moment."
The packing was finished, and the man and the elf rode the long distance home in silence.
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Ana limped around Rivendel, as a servant followed, carrying a gurgling baby half-elf.
The limp was more show than anything. Her arms killed from carrying that heavy baby around! She couldn't do it all the time. She wouldn't! Her husband was an elf, after all. A lord. No, Ana was going to enjoy being a lady for once.
Lori was off, riding. Elrond had attempted to give them tutors, but...Well...Today hadn't worked so well.
Both the girls were restless, and tired. Sure, having no men around was fun for a while, but now it was just plain boring.
She lay back on the grass, and shut her eyes. The sun was delicious. It warmed her skin, sending tingles into her body, and the sounds of the world seemed to muffle into one soft song. This world was... perfect.
Ana would haven't cared if she never saw her old world ever again.
Soft footsteps walked up to her, and a pair of lips pressed into her hand, as a soft elvish voice sent shivers into it. "Are you well, milady?"
"Figgy!" She opened her eyes, and threw herself at the laughing elf. "Where have you been?"
"Attempting to rescue my wife." Figwit kissed her neck gently, and pulled her to her feet. "I didn't do as well a job as I had planned. Elrond told me what happened...I'm so sorry I wasn't there."
"You owe Lori, Figgy darls. Where is Boromir?"
"I believe, making up to her, all the days he's not seen her..."
Ana grinned. "Ooooh..."