~ Okay, Yeah! My computer is up and working. I spent a few hours updating one story and now I will see what I can do to get this updated. I'm also working on another, from this and my current TMNT story, but that won't be up for a little while. For anyone who wants to read that, let me know and I'll put up info about it when I get it posted up.
Mily: Yeah! I'm glad you got caught up. Hope you like the new update.
Aislin: Thanks for the compliment, I've seen the neverending story, that movie used to scare me when I was little, well I'm still a small person, when I was younger :o) I'm getting some time here and there, so I'm piecing the chapters together.
Daydream: Here's more, not as long as I'd have liked but I'm working on the next part.
MaverickGirl: It was an idea that hit me, just the thought of I wonder if anyone is wondering about what her family of soon to be husband is thinking, so I put it in :o)
Dark Fire: Well my computer is up so hopefully I can get more updating out and out and out and… I think you get it.
Disclaimer: Same old, same old…
The sun had barely set when Elrohir and Elladan escorted Shantel to dinner. They paused at a restroom while Shantel went inside to freshen up from archery practice. She could hit the target but still had a few arrows hitting the ground every now and then. Splashing water on her face, Shantel whipped her head around faintly hearing Scott's voice.
"Shantel, it's Scott, can you hear me?" Running out, the twins gave Shantel startled looks while she checked the halls.
"Are you alright?" Elrohir asked.
"Did you hear that?" Shantel turned to them.
"We heard nothing," Elladan stepped forward. Shantel felt her shoulders slump and a sigh escaped.
"I'm hearing things," Shantel covered her face and let out a frustrated noise.
"Do you want to go back to your room?" Elrohir placed a hand on Shantel's shoulder. A caring touch was all it took, to pull Shantel's face from her hands. Tears were bordering ready to fall.
"I just miss him so much," Shantel whispered. One lone tear escaped trickling down her cheek. Then Elrohir surprised his brother as well as himself. He pulled her into a hug, which broke her dam of tears. Elladan stepped up as Elrohir rubbed Shantel's back and whispered words in elvish meaning to comfort. It took a few minutes but Shantel straightened up and rubbed her face.
"I'm sorry," Shantel felt raw. "I think I'll just go into my room, pass on dinner tonight." The twins tried to persuade her to at least have something taken to her room, but Shantel declined it. They took Shantel to her room, making sure that she would be alright, if they left her telling her to call. There she changed and crawled into bed, cuddling up with a pillow she started to cry again until she fell asleep.
In the morning when Shantel woke she felt real groggy. Her eyes felt swollen from crying and her throat ached. Laying with her back on the pillow, she wished desperately for some pain reliever. A knock sounded and Shantel had to swallow and clear her throat before she was able to give an understandable answer. A pair of eyes, just reaching the door handle, peered in as the door opened. Recognizing them to belong to Pippin, Shantel gave him a smile and sat up.
"Mornin Shantel," Pippin greeted.
"Hi there," came the reply. For a minute Pippin seemed real fidgety, nervous about something. "What is the matter?"
"I, uh, well was wondering if anyone talked to you yesterday about the council?"
"No but I have a secret," Shantel patted the bed. "Come here and I will tell you." Pippin came over, curious but still nervous.
"I snuck in and watched the council." Shantel whispered to Pippin. His eyes grew wide hearing this.
"For how long?" Pippin asked.
"I saw the whole thing," Shantel said quietly but proud. "Up to where the fellowship was formed and everything."
"And it's okay with you, you're not upset?" Pippin was amazed.
"Why would I be upset?" Shantel shrugged. Talking with the hobbit made her feel a little better. "I mean if that's what has to be done, then do it." Pippin relaxed and jumped off the bed.
"Well that's good. I'm going to get some breakfast, would you like to come," Pippin offered. "I don't remember you being at dinner last night."
"I wasn't," Shantel confirmed. "Give me a moment to get dressed and I'll be ready." As Pippin stepped outside the door, Shantel dressed in her usual clothes of jeans and shirt. She turned looking out to the sky thinking maybe if she stood there long enough, she'd hear Scott's…
"Are you ready?" Pippin asked from behind the door. Shantel shook her head and went out to meet Pippin. He led her to the kitchen where the other hobbits were eating. They explained it was their second breakfast at Shantel's confused look. Welcoming her in they had her sit while Sam made up some eggs, and bacon and toast with jam and some other foods that went with breakfast.
"If I keep eating like this, I won't be
able to fit in my jeans anymore," Shantel playfully protested as Merry tried to
get her to eat more. "I should probably eat less so I can loose weight."
"I think you are very pretty," Sam quietly said then blushed. This gave Shantel
a sad smile.
"You remind me of my love, he tells me that all the time," Shantel gently touched Sam's arm. This only made him blush more and he ducked his head. This caused the other hobbits to laugh catching a passerby's attention.
"What do you find so merry?" He asked sticking his head in the door.
"It's Sam, I don't think I've ever seen this shade of red on a face before. Who are you?" Shantel asked.
"Forgive me, My Lady," The man bowed his head. "I am Boromir from Gondor. You must be Lady Shantel. How do you feel about joining us on the quest?"
"What, no way," Shantel laughed at that.
"You already said you were Shantel," Pippin said. "Remember you said you heard everything up to the forming of the fellowship."
"Yeah, then I had to leave when you asked where you were all going," Shantel said. "I thought it ended after that."
"Well it seems to me m'lady," Boromir crossed his arms and leaned in the doorway. "That you are to go with us…" He never got to finish his sentence, for Shantel stood up so abruptly, it startled the hobbits and made Boromir jump. Turning to leave, she heard a call from behind her.
"Where are you going?" Merry called.
"To see Elrond," Shantel yelled back. He was found in his study with Gandalf going over maps. Both looked up as Shantel pushed the doors open and stormed in.
"What is the meaning of sending me somewhere with out asking me, on a quest when I need to get home?" Shantel stopped in front of the two crossing her arms. Her face was flushed as she stared at them angrily.
"I have found nothing here on how to send you home to this, Earth as you call it," Lord Elrond said standing then turned back to the maps. "I am hoping the elves of Lothlorien will have some knowledge to help you."
"It would be safer to travel with us," Gandalf said. "Seeing as how we'll be passing there borders weather we go through the mines of Moria or the over the mountains of Caradhras. But both ways are treacherous so it would be good for you to get trained in combat."
"Combat?" Shantel sat down, her anger simmering down.
"Let me have someone find my sons," Lord Elrond went to the door. "They have told me that you prefer the bow?" Shantel nodded. When Lord Elrond returned he went back to the maps but still spoke to Shantel. "It will do you well to get trained in the sword for close combat as well." Elladan and Elrohir came in shortly after and took Shantel down to pick out her own bow with a set of arrows. A broadsword would be too much for her to handle, even though the elven made one's were lighter than man made, so they settled on a short sword, for Shantel. Taking the weapons, Shantel sighed thinking if only Scott could see me now.
~ Sorry if this chapter is short, but I wanted to post an update. I'm working on the next one already so I can hopefully post it soon.
