Guess what? It's midnight! And you know what that means! I'm having another
late night type fest. I've already done another story for a new friend of
mine now I'm doing chap.6. I did 5 early tonite, but F.F. was down so I
couldn't get it up! I promise to check my reviews if I have any. Just in
case any are into this story I will read your review as soon as possible. I
really have no idea what to write for this chap. so I'll just go with what
ever comes natural. Here's the next Friggin Chapter!
Disclaimer: Other than the usual shit, I don't own Clay's Invisible. (Clay Aiken) You may not know the song because it isn't out as a single yet, but I heard it at the American Idols concert in Indianapolis. The words may not be completely right but, it's the best I can remember.
Chap 6: Invisible
It was night 3 days later, and everyone was asleep except Boromir. It was his watch and he was thinking very deeply.
"This child that has joined us, does not act like one at all. She is more a woman than some actual women in Minas Tirith. Why is she like that? What could cause a child to grow up so fast?"
His thoughts were mainly just this. He couldn't erase Med from his mind. All he could do was think about her. The way she smiled. The way she never smiled with her eyes. The way when no one was talking to her, her face always went into a sort of frown. The way she laughed. The dark way she sang. The dark words she sang. All the crazy things she said, that really made no sense to a man of Gondor. He pretty much loved her. But there was one problem. She was a child!
Thoughts were also going through the elf's mind. He really didn't need to sleep he just sort of sat there and relaxed his muscles. His mind was wandering to Med, also. He wondered what she meant by him being a protective big brother? Did she not see that he loved her? Could she not see his devotion to her? Did she not see the tender way he bathed her wound? The looks of love he gave her when they talked? No she could see nothing but that man, Boromir. That's all she had talked about for the past 3 days. Since he was her "Big Brother" she told him everything. How much of a fruit she though Gandalf was, how weird Gimli looked when he was braiding his beard, and how much she was in love with Boromir. Son of the Steward of Gondor. He was an actual prince, why would she choose a man over him. His was fuming when he heard her stir on her mat not far off.
He quietly listened. She was singing! What were the words?
"If I was invisible, and I could just watch you in your room, If I was invincible, And I could make you mine, If hearts were unbreakable, I could be forever yours and mine, If I was invisible… wait I already am!"
He soaked in the words. They had to be about the boy who had broken her heart. Or they very well could be about Boromir. He didn't know exactly where they came from, but he knew one thing. They definitely weren't… "Goth."
Boromir had heard her singing too. He wondered what they were all about. If she was invincible? How could anyone be that way? The only way for her to be like that was if she had that ring. Maybe she could get the ring. He desired it more than any thing. He could make Gondor the most powerful city ever. He could throw down the dark lord Sauron. He could show her how strong he is. He could show her that he is so much better than that elf. She certainly spent a lot of time with that elf. He wouldn't be surprised if they weren't hiding something from the rest of the fellowship. Maybe they were? He was really steamed now. He wouldn't be second best to that pompus elf.
The next morning they rested at a rock formation. It was a beautiful day. Boromir was showing off his skills by showing Merry and Pip how to sword fight. Gimli was complaining as usual and Frodo was… well, just worrying and stroking that damn ring. Med knew what was about to happen, but couldn't bear the suspence.
She remembered a dream she had had the night before. It was really weird. She was singing Clay's Invisible to Games. Why she didn't know, but then he changed to Leggy. Then she kissed him. And… she didn't want to think about it any more. It was just way too weird for words. He was like her brother. He was like her friend Louis back home. Louis was her best "boy" friend. She could never look at Louis or Leggy in the way she had looked at Games or the way she looked at Boromir now.
She just sat there quietly Legolas tried to talk to her, but she said she wanted to be alone with her thoughts for a while. It was a flat out lie, but he needed to be on the watch for the-
"Crowbine! From Dunland!" he shouted. Right on cue.
Everyone hid, Med was squished inbetween Leggy and Boromir under a bush. Oh yeah, no way they'd see her here. Suddenly Boromir accidentally jabbed her left arm.
"IIII-" she began, but Legolas covered her mouth before she could scream any more. She clenched her mouth shut as tight as she could, the tears were streaming down her cheeks. After the birds passed, Boromir apologized with sever sincerity, as Legolas wiped away her tears.
"It's alright you guys," she insisted, "I'll be fine, I ain't made of porcelain." Neither understood, but they were on the move again anyways.
So now it was off to Carhadras. A cold, big, ugly, mountain, which would be nothing but failure.
Skim ahead a few weeks, on Carhadras. It was friggin cold.
"It's Friggin Cold!" moaned Med over the roaring wind. Of course she had declined Legolas' offer to carry her, and Boromir's also. He had to carry two hobbits anyways. They were ass deep in snow. Med hated the cold.
"We must turn back!" yelled Legolas from on top of the snow.
"No, we can make it!" yelled Gandalf. The poor old man spoke too soon. A huge avalanche of snow fell on the group.
Everyone was buried. Legolas popped up first and furiously began digging for anyone he could find. He found Gimli and Gandalf first and they helped him find the others. They had found everyone except Med. She was nowhere to be found. They dug as frantically, Legolas the most, as they could being half frostbitten. It seemed she had just disappeared. What could have happened?
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* Well, I feel like that was a really short chapter. But it was okay in size. Oh well. Do you think that me skippin so much was a bad idea? I could rewrite this chapter. Tell me. I promise to listen to you. I will check my reviews before I update another chapter. Promise! Girl scouts honor. I feel good! I did a cliffie!!!! Oh BTW. Just if you wondered I'm getting better. This is really helping my healing process, those of you who are reading this, thank you for listening! BTW, HI PANDA!!!!!!!!!!!! :D
Disclaimer: Other than the usual shit, I don't own Clay's Invisible. (Clay Aiken) You may not know the song because it isn't out as a single yet, but I heard it at the American Idols concert in Indianapolis. The words may not be completely right but, it's the best I can remember.
Chap 6: Invisible
It was night 3 days later, and everyone was asleep except Boromir. It was his watch and he was thinking very deeply.
"This child that has joined us, does not act like one at all. She is more a woman than some actual women in Minas Tirith. Why is she like that? What could cause a child to grow up so fast?"
His thoughts were mainly just this. He couldn't erase Med from his mind. All he could do was think about her. The way she smiled. The way she never smiled with her eyes. The way when no one was talking to her, her face always went into a sort of frown. The way she laughed. The dark way she sang. The dark words she sang. All the crazy things she said, that really made no sense to a man of Gondor. He pretty much loved her. But there was one problem. She was a child!
Thoughts were also going through the elf's mind. He really didn't need to sleep he just sort of sat there and relaxed his muscles. His mind was wandering to Med, also. He wondered what she meant by him being a protective big brother? Did she not see that he loved her? Could she not see his devotion to her? Did she not see the tender way he bathed her wound? The looks of love he gave her when they talked? No she could see nothing but that man, Boromir. That's all she had talked about for the past 3 days. Since he was her "Big Brother" she told him everything. How much of a fruit she though Gandalf was, how weird Gimli looked when he was braiding his beard, and how much she was in love with Boromir. Son of the Steward of Gondor. He was an actual prince, why would she choose a man over him. His was fuming when he heard her stir on her mat not far off.
He quietly listened. She was singing! What were the words?
"If I was invisible, and I could just watch you in your room, If I was invincible, And I could make you mine, If hearts were unbreakable, I could be forever yours and mine, If I was invisible… wait I already am!"
He soaked in the words. They had to be about the boy who had broken her heart. Or they very well could be about Boromir. He didn't know exactly where they came from, but he knew one thing. They definitely weren't… "Goth."
Boromir had heard her singing too. He wondered what they were all about. If she was invincible? How could anyone be that way? The only way for her to be like that was if she had that ring. Maybe she could get the ring. He desired it more than any thing. He could make Gondor the most powerful city ever. He could throw down the dark lord Sauron. He could show her how strong he is. He could show her that he is so much better than that elf. She certainly spent a lot of time with that elf. He wouldn't be surprised if they weren't hiding something from the rest of the fellowship. Maybe they were? He was really steamed now. He wouldn't be second best to that pompus elf.
The next morning they rested at a rock formation. It was a beautiful day. Boromir was showing off his skills by showing Merry and Pip how to sword fight. Gimli was complaining as usual and Frodo was… well, just worrying and stroking that damn ring. Med knew what was about to happen, but couldn't bear the suspence.
She remembered a dream she had had the night before. It was really weird. She was singing Clay's Invisible to Games. Why she didn't know, but then he changed to Leggy. Then she kissed him. And… she didn't want to think about it any more. It was just way too weird for words. He was like her brother. He was like her friend Louis back home. Louis was her best "boy" friend. She could never look at Louis or Leggy in the way she had looked at Games or the way she looked at Boromir now.
She just sat there quietly Legolas tried to talk to her, but she said she wanted to be alone with her thoughts for a while. It was a flat out lie, but he needed to be on the watch for the-
"Crowbine! From Dunland!" he shouted. Right on cue.
Everyone hid, Med was squished inbetween Leggy and Boromir under a bush. Oh yeah, no way they'd see her here. Suddenly Boromir accidentally jabbed her left arm.
"IIII-" she began, but Legolas covered her mouth before she could scream any more. She clenched her mouth shut as tight as she could, the tears were streaming down her cheeks. After the birds passed, Boromir apologized with sever sincerity, as Legolas wiped away her tears.
"It's alright you guys," she insisted, "I'll be fine, I ain't made of porcelain." Neither understood, but they were on the move again anyways.
So now it was off to Carhadras. A cold, big, ugly, mountain, which would be nothing but failure.
Skim ahead a few weeks, on Carhadras. It was friggin cold.
"It's Friggin Cold!" moaned Med over the roaring wind. Of course she had declined Legolas' offer to carry her, and Boromir's also. He had to carry two hobbits anyways. They were ass deep in snow. Med hated the cold.
"We must turn back!" yelled Legolas from on top of the snow.
"No, we can make it!" yelled Gandalf. The poor old man spoke too soon. A huge avalanche of snow fell on the group.
Everyone was buried. Legolas popped up first and furiously began digging for anyone he could find. He found Gimli and Gandalf first and they helped him find the others. They had found everyone except Med. She was nowhere to be found. They dug as frantically, Legolas the most, as they could being half frostbitten. It seemed she had just disappeared. What could have happened?
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* Well, I feel like that was a really short chapter. But it was okay in size. Oh well. Do you think that me skippin so much was a bad idea? I could rewrite this chapter. Tell me. I promise to listen to you. I will check my reviews before I update another chapter. Promise! Girl scouts honor. I feel good! I did a cliffie!!!! Oh BTW. Just if you wondered I'm getting better. This is really helping my healing process, those of you who are reading this, thank you for listening! BTW, HI PANDA!!!!!!!!!!!! :D
