Ch8 strong feelings
Bob and Ned had finally packed up the camp; it had taken a while especially as the hobbits hadn't been of much help. They couldn't really do a whole lot, they couldn't reach the top of the shelter so couldn't really help bring it down. The whole thing had taken about an hour; they had dumped the logs and camouflage they had used last night in the forest so no one would find out that they were there. They had completely dismantled everything they had used last night, they had even covered the space where the fire had been with dead leaves so no one could find the burn mars on the ground. They weren't taking any chances with Wraiths out there. The whole experience was starting to take on a whole new light; it was fast becoming a nightmare rather than an adventure. The thought that they were being chased by Wraiths was almost unbearable. It was Bob that had been most frightened, she had scared some school bullies in the past but she had never come up against anything like this before and now she felt powerless.
After about an hour the place looked pretty much as they had left it and they were packing up their things, although Bob and Ned didn't have much the hobbits had a good deal of supplies on them, including food and a fair amount of Lembas left over from Lothlorien. Ned knew all about Lembas as she had watched Sam and Frodo trying not to eat it, in the movie of course. The thought of eating didn't seem too bad now; no one else on Earth would have tried it before. It would certainly be a new experience, she wondered at how pleased Fred would be and how much of it she would eat. Fred had a somewhat endless appetite and she was well known for it amongst her friends.
They finally got everything packed away and began walking; they knew there would be a long journey ahead of them. Frodo, Sam and Ned were used to all the walking, Ned even did it for fun, something that Bob and Fred could never understand, in their opinion there was no fun from walking miles across the countryside looking at sheep and cows. Ned knew that Bob would find this hard, she always complained during games let alone walking for miles without a map. Bob knew this and wasn't looking forward to the long trek at all.
They walked a little way but found that the hobbits were having a lot of trouble keeping up; they had far shorter legs than the two humans and so found it far more tiring to walk a long way. Bob and Ned knew that the two hobbits were slowing them down. They also knew that their friend was in trouble and needed their help, and soon. They really couldn't afford to waste time. Ned was about to say this but something made her think twice, she thought it might have been the stern and angry look Bob gave her when she went to go towards the hobbits but there was something else, something that told her that the hobbits were of great importance to the survival of Fred, so for now she decided to abandon the idea of leaving the hobbits behind and instead encouraged them in the politest way possible.
Bob wondered if the two hobbits found Ned very intimidating. She was much taller and sometimes even Bob found it hard to stay calm around her. The height difference was obviously much different with the hobbits, they didn't even reach her waist and she sort of understood how she might frighten them. Also she thought they must think Ned a little mad, even humans thought that so hobbits must find it even worse. Bob smiled at the thought of two hobbits that had faced so much danger being frightened of Ned.
On they walked, the hobbits having to stop every now and then, Ned however seemed to be doing her power walking, even Bob had trouble keeping up with her, she had never seen her friend so determined before. She guessed it was the thought of Fred being somewhere out there alone that drove her and it was certainly what kept Bob going. She tried to push the thought of Fred in trouble out of her mind, as she knew that she could not afford to have a nervous breakdown now, not when her friends needed her. There was something inside her that shared Fred's fear and it was strong, very strong.
Bob knew that their psychic link was strong but she had never felt this way before, she was filled with dread and there was a feeling deep down inside her that her friend was in pain and that was what drove her on. And so she went on, her and Ned at the front and Sam and Frodo near the back desperately trying to keep up with their human companions, trying not to hold them up too much. They hadn't forgotten their friends either, the Fellowship could also be in this place and that was what encouraged them to run to keep up with Ned and Bob.
Something that frightened the hobbits was how much the humans, especially Ned, knew about them. It was as if they had met before. They had also heard the tall one mention the events that had occurred in Middle Earth, they thought that she might have been a philosopher or something, she certainly knew a great deal about them. Back at the camp when Frodo had asked her about it she had just ignored the question and started talking about something called hangman. Frodo wasn't sure what that was but it didn't seem a very nice game to him. He had asked Ned if she would teach him how to play it but had changed his mind when the mention of hanging someone was introduced. To him it sounded like a very violent game.
The four walked in silence for a long time, after a while Ned stopped and sat down on an old log, the others were relieved that they had finally stopped for a rest, even though they had only been walking for about an hour and a half it seemed much longer. Ned sipped some water from the hobbit's canteen, she found that it was warm and stale, she wished that she had her platy-puss on her. She laughed and got up. The others all looked tired but she knew they had to keep walking if they were to cover a lot of ground before night. She walked towards the bushes on her right and looked beyond them, there wasn't a whole lot to see, just more trees, they seemed never ending. She walked through them whilst the others looked on in curiosity. Ned looked through the green of the forest, she didn't know why but she sensed something was near; she was looking for a Wraith although she didn't like to admit it. She kneeled down on the ground and brushed aside some leaves to reveal the mud underneath. She inspected the ground for a while and stood up sighing. For once she wished Aragorn was with them, he was a good tracker in the movie.
She moved away and stopped and turned when she heard a rustling behind her, the sharp turn dislodged the penknife from her pocket, it fell to the floor without her even noticing. She stood silently waiting for something terrible to come into sight. The sound came again, this time from above. She looked upwards but instead of finding something bad, the big eyes of a squirrel looked back at her. She breathed a sigh of relief and turned and walked away. The penknife was now out of sight and she didn't see it as she accidentally covered it with leaves when she walked past.
She rejoined the others; they had put their water bottles away and were stood ready waiting for her to join them.
"Did you see anything?" Bob asked.
"No, there's nothing out there but a squirrel which seemed intent on scaring me." It was almost said in a jokey way.
"I didn't know you were scared of squirrels." Bob joked as they walked away.
In the bushes where Ned had been just a minute ago, two big, bright eyes watched the four people walk away. It was something that had been following them since they left the school and they had no idea what it was.
**
In the jail, Gimli had had a rough night, the man he was sharing a cell with had snored all night and Gimli had hardly got a wink of sleep. He would never snore like that. He wished he could get out of that cell, he didn't know what these men were so upset about, he thought they'd be pleased that he broke the barrier and set the prisoner free. He was sure that this wasn't the way to treat a hero. It didn't seem like a reward.
He had to come up with a plan for escape but dwarves weren't known for their brains in bad situations. The only thing he knew how to do was to mine and that was of little use in a cell. Unless of course there was stone. Gimli tapped his foot on the floor and listened to the sound of stone, now that he could mine, he just didn't have anything to do it with. He checked his pockets but the men had removed everything. He went quietly over to the other man. He put his hand carefully in his pockets and searched for something to dig with.
A few times the man grunted and looked like he was about to wake up but he never did. Gimli finally found the right pocket and pulled out a knife. It wasn't the perfect thing to dig with but it would have to do. Gimli walked back to his bed and glanced around the room to try and find a place that would be most suitable to dig. The whole place looked pretty much the same, even so the floor looked quite thick and Gimli had his doubts that he would be able to do anything with a small knife, at least he had a weapon. His only problem was whether the man would notice his knife was gone. Gimli hoped not, he didn't want to get into trouble with this man; he was exceptionally large compared to him.
He had his plan and all he had to do now was try to make it work. He hoped one of the men holding him wouldn't notice.
**
Fred had been curled up in the corner for hours, she hadn't even looked up at the walls, the skeletons on the walls were looming over her, she glanced up once but the sight just made her even more desperate about her situation. The room she was being kept in was incredibly small and there was a very claustrophobic and seeing as Fred had a severe fear of small places this was the most uncomfortable thing. Most of the time she had tried to forget what was happening to her and once she had even attempted to go to sleep but she really couldn't, the thought of being surrounded by dead bodies was too much for her. She wondered whether she should search for some kind of weapon but then she thought better. She was in a prison; there wouldn't be weapons in a prison that would defy the point. Fred was at the point of desperation, if only she had stayed near the camp none of this would have happened, she hadn't even been that angry. She was so stupid.
Every now and then she heard muffled voices outside the door, she was pretty sure there were one or more guards out there. She was a little confused at this because she was hardly a threat to them, she was just a child certainly no match for a dozen Uruk-hai. It was impossible to escape from the prison anyway, not that Fred had tried she was too scared to even go to the door.
Strangely, the voices outside were almost comforting to her she didn't feel alone even though they were bad and were probably going to kill her later on she liked the thought of them being there. Fred had wondered why the Ring Wraith had brought her here, she hadn't even recognised where she was going at first, that was how little she knew about Middle Earth. They would have been far better off with someone like Ned, she knew far more about this place than Fred did. Although she knew it was wrong to be thinking about her friends like that she couldn't help it, she was so scared that she wasn't even thinking straight.
Fred had been building up the courage to look up for about five minutes and she was now forcing herself to look around the room. Slowly she lifted her head and the room came into focus. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness although there was a strange orange glow coming from underneath the heavy door on the other side of the room. This was what illuminated the room, just enough for Fred to see the bodies that hung from the walls. Even though she didn't want to look at the mutilated carcasses she thought they might give her some clue as to why she was here and what was going to happen to her. She focused on one body, it's arms and torso still having rotting flesh clinging to them barely. There didn't appear to be any legs to the body although it was hard to tell because of the poor light. Fred wondered how long they had been down here.
She moved away from that particular area and looked on the other side, here there were more bodies, these were tied up with thick metal chains. The actual thing inside was just a skeleton, there was nothing left of it apart from one thing, a gold chain around its neck, there seemed to be a ruby or some kind of precious stone embedded in it. Fred couldn't see it clearly and had no desire to move from her relatively safe space away from most of the dead things.
She also noticed that most of them weren't human, one wore a miethril vest, it obviously didn't protect him well in his last battle. Fred guessed that it had been put there more out of ceremony than for protection. She thought it might come in useful but still found that she couldn't move, maybe when she had gotten used to the place more, then she might venture from her corner, that was, of course, if Saurauman didn't kill her first. She wondered if the people that were also in the prison were criminals but she thought they were more likely to be like her, innocent victims of the White Wizard's evil regime. Fred looked up towards the ceiling and then wished she hadn't, above her were more bones, all different sizes. Some were tiny but Fred couldn't see whether they were hobbit bones or the remains of children, if she was honest she really didn't want to know. So much had happened to her that she didn't think she could handle anything else that would make her start crying again. One thing that she was grateful for was that these bones were bleached white, they had no flesh on them. Fred didn't think she would have been able to handle that.
To Fred this was just a bad nightmare, she hoped she'd wake up soon because it was beginning to get too frightening. She didn't' like to think what was going to happen next. Right then she wished her friends would come and get her, she wondered if her and Bob's psychic powers would work over such a distance, she couldn't feel Bob's presence any more. Usually it was quite strong but now there was just and empty space. Fred suddenly felt incredibly unnerved and put her head back into her lap. This didn't help a whole lot because she just started remembering what she had just seen and her imagination only made the scene worse. If only she could these images out of her mind things would be a whole lot better but they stayed there. Even though Fred was tempted to open her eyes again something made her keep them shut and her head buried, at least that way she wouldn't have to actually see what was happening around her.
She wished her friends or family were around her, they might not be able to protect her but at least she wouldn't be alone that way. Fred tried to think about what might happen to her next, she hoped it wouldn't be anything too bad, Fred knew the kinds of things Ned wrote about Isenguard, she hoped they were just stories she didn't want to be tortured or anything bad like that. Fred started crying again and tried to picture what her friends were doing right then, she hoped they were looking for her, they might find her, if they're lucky.
**
Boromir still didn't know where he was, the woman had come back carrying armfuls of food, all kinds of things, some which Boromir had never seen before. She seemed pleased about what she was carrying. She had gone into another section of the burrow she lived in, Boromir presumed it was a kitchen of some kind, Boromir wouldn't know too much about this he very rarely ventured into the kitchen of his house in Middle Earth, usually only the servants went in places like that. This girl really didn't seem like a servant, she wasn't the usual royal clothes Boromir was used but she didn't look like she was used to serving people. She certainly wasn't a warrior and didn't act like a healer, although she had helped him. Boromir had to remind himself that he was no longer in Middle Earth and things were obviously different here. Maybe this was how everyone dressed in this world, all this was far too complicated for the man, he had no idea where he was but he was starting to think that it wasn't at all good.
The woman came back into the room she carried a plate filled with the food she had just brought into the house. Boromir took the food, he hadn't realised how hungry he was until now. He thanked the woman and looked deep into her eyes, they were beautiful green, for a minute Boromir inspected her properly, she was quite short but not too short, she seemed very thin but Boromir guessed that was because of her life-style more than her choice. She had brown hair that had been tied back with a piece of ribbon, it looked untidy but she still looked so good to Borormir. She reminded him of one of the women from Gondor. Her clothes were old and torn in places but clean, she obviously took care of herself despite the lack of money and possessions. Boromir found himself attracted to her in a way he had never experienced before. There was something about her that enthralled him.
She had the same feeling about Boromir, there was no doubt that he was strange, he carried weapons around with him, but when she looked into his deep, telling eyes she felt a warmth that she guessed no one else had felt before. She didn't know where he was from or what he was doing the night she saved him, all she knew was that something inside her had encouraged her to help him. She didn't know why because if she was honest with herself she really didn't find him that attractive.
She moved closer to Boromir when she saw he was looking at her, he brought his arms gently around her waist and pulled her even closer, he didn't want to do this but the woman was so irresistible to him. She didn't fight him when he grabbed her so he continued. They were now face to face, they glared into each others eyes and tried to unearth the secrets that hid behind them. Both saw pain and suffering. And both understood how the other felt. There was a chemistry, a spark between them, it was almost electric. Their lips finally met and they kissed tenderly. After the embrace was over they both took a step back and looked at one another, the woman walked off back into the kitchen whilst Boromir stood in wonder at what he had just done. When they were each sure the other wasn't looking they smiled.
Bob and Ned had finally packed up the camp; it had taken a while especially as the hobbits hadn't been of much help. They couldn't really do a whole lot, they couldn't reach the top of the shelter so couldn't really help bring it down. The whole thing had taken about an hour; they had dumped the logs and camouflage they had used last night in the forest so no one would find out that they were there. They had completely dismantled everything they had used last night, they had even covered the space where the fire had been with dead leaves so no one could find the burn mars on the ground. They weren't taking any chances with Wraiths out there. The whole experience was starting to take on a whole new light; it was fast becoming a nightmare rather than an adventure. The thought that they were being chased by Wraiths was almost unbearable. It was Bob that had been most frightened, she had scared some school bullies in the past but she had never come up against anything like this before and now she felt powerless.
After about an hour the place looked pretty much as they had left it and they were packing up their things, although Bob and Ned didn't have much the hobbits had a good deal of supplies on them, including food and a fair amount of Lembas left over from Lothlorien. Ned knew all about Lembas as she had watched Sam and Frodo trying not to eat it, in the movie of course. The thought of eating didn't seem too bad now; no one else on Earth would have tried it before. It would certainly be a new experience, she wondered at how pleased Fred would be and how much of it she would eat. Fred had a somewhat endless appetite and she was well known for it amongst her friends.
They finally got everything packed away and began walking; they knew there would be a long journey ahead of them. Frodo, Sam and Ned were used to all the walking, Ned even did it for fun, something that Bob and Fred could never understand, in their opinion there was no fun from walking miles across the countryside looking at sheep and cows. Ned knew that Bob would find this hard, she always complained during games let alone walking for miles without a map. Bob knew this and wasn't looking forward to the long trek at all.
They walked a little way but found that the hobbits were having a lot of trouble keeping up; they had far shorter legs than the two humans and so found it far more tiring to walk a long way. Bob and Ned knew that the two hobbits were slowing them down. They also knew that their friend was in trouble and needed their help, and soon. They really couldn't afford to waste time. Ned was about to say this but something made her think twice, she thought it might have been the stern and angry look Bob gave her when she went to go towards the hobbits but there was something else, something that told her that the hobbits were of great importance to the survival of Fred, so for now she decided to abandon the idea of leaving the hobbits behind and instead encouraged them in the politest way possible.
Bob wondered if the two hobbits found Ned very intimidating. She was much taller and sometimes even Bob found it hard to stay calm around her. The height difference was obviously much different with the hobbits, they didn't even reach her waist and she sort of understood how she might frighten them. Also she thought they must think Ned a little mad, even humans thought that so hobbits must find it even worse. Bob smiled at the thought of two hobbits that had faced so much danger being frightened of Ned.
On they walked, the hobbits having to stop every now and then, Ned however seemed to be doing her power walking, even Bob had trouble keeping up with her, she had never seen her friend so determined before. She guessed it was the thought of Fred being somewhere out there alone that drove her and it was certainly what kept Bob going. She tried to push the thought of Fred in trouble out of her mind, as she knew that she could not afford to have a nervous breakdown now, not when her friends needed her. There was something inside her that shared Fred's fear and it was strong, very strong.
Bob knew that their psychic link was strong but she had never felt this way before, she was filled with dread and there was a feeling deep down inside her that her friend was in pain and that was what drove her on. And so she went on, her and Ned at the front and Sam and Frodo near the back desperately trying to keep up with their human companions, trying not to hold them up too much. They hadn't forgotten their friends either, the Fellowship could also be in this place and that was what encouraged them to run to keep up with Ned and Bob.
Something that frightened the hobbits was how much the humans, especially Ned, knew about them. It was as if they had met before. They had also heard the tall one mention the events that had occurred in Middle Earth, they thought that she might have been a philosopher or something, she certainly knew a great deal about them. Back at the camp when Frodo had asked her about it she had just ignored the question and started talking about something called hangman. Frodo wasn't sure what that was but it didn't seem a very nice game to him. He had asked Ned if she would teach him how to play it but had changed his mind when the mention of hanging someone was introduced. To him it sounded like a very violent game.
The four walked in silence for a long time, after a while Ned stopped and sat down on an old log, the others were relieved that they had finally stopped for a rest, even though they had only been walking for about an hour and a half it seemed much longer. Ned sipped some water from the hobbit's canteen, she found that it was warm and stale, she wished that she had her platy-puss on her. She laughed and got up. The others all looked tired but she knew they had to keep walking if they were to cover a lot of ground before night. She walked towards the bushes on her right and looked beyond them, there wasn't a whole lot to see, just more trees, they seemed never ending. She walked through them whilst the others looked on in curiosity. Ned looked through the green of the forest, she didn't know why but she sensed something was near; she was looking for a Wraith although she didn't like to admit it. She kneeled down on the ground and brushed aside some leaves to reveal the mud underneath. She inspected the ground for a while and stood up sighing. For once she wished Aragorn was with them, he was a good tracker in the movie.
She moved away and stopped and turned when she heard a rustling behind her, the sharp turn dislodged the penknife from her pocket, it fell to the floor without her even noticing. She stood silently waiting for something terrible to come into sight. The sound came again, this time from above. She looked upwards but instead of finding something bad, the big eyes of a squirrel looked back at her. She breathed a sigh of relief and turned and walked away. The penknife was now out of sight and she didn't see it as she accidentally covered it with leaves when she walked past.
She rejoined the others; they had put their water bottles away and were stood ready waiting for her to join them.
"Did you see anything?" Bob asked.
"No, there's nothing out there but a squirrel which seemed intent on scaring me." It was almost said in a jokey way.
"I didn't know you were scared of squirrels." Bob joked as they walked away.
In the bushes where Ned had been just a minute ago, two big, bright eyes watched the four people walk away. It was something that had been following them since they left the school and they had no idea what it was.
**
In the jail, Gimli had had a rough night, the man he was sharing a cell with had snored all night and Gimli had hardly got a wink of sleep. He would never snore like that. He wished he could get out of that cell, he didn't know what these men were so upset about, he thought they'd be pleased that he broke the barrier and set the prisoner free. He was sure that this wasn't the way to treat a hero. It didn't seem like a reward.
He had to come up with a plan for escape but dwarves weren't known for their brains in bad situations. The only thing he knew how to do was to mine and that was of little use in a cell. Unless of course there was stone. Gimli tapped his foot on the floor and listened to the sound of stone, now that he could mine, he just didn't have anything to do it with. He checked his pockets but the men had removed everything. He went quietly over to the other man. He put his hand carefully in his pockets and searched for something to dig with.
A few times the man grunted and looked like he was about to wake up but he never did. Gimli finally found the right pocket and pulled out a knife. It wasn't the perfect thing to dig with but it would have to do. Gimli walked back to his bed and glanced around the room to try and find a place that would be most suitable to dig. The whole place looked pretty much the same, even so the floor looked quite thick and Gimli had his doubts that he would be able to do anything with a small knife, at least he had a weapon. His only problem was whether the man would notice his knife was gone. Gimli hoped not, he didn't want to get into trouble with this man; he was exceptionally large compared to him.
He had his plan and all he had to do now was try to make it work. He hoped one of the men holding him wouldn't notice.
**
Fred had been curled up in the corner for hours, she hadn't even looked up at the walls, the skeletons on the walls were looming over her, she glanced up once but the sight just made her even more desperate about her situation. The room she was being kept in was incredibly small and there was a very claustrophobic and seeing as Fred had a severe fear of small places this was the most uncomfortable thing. Most of the time she had tried to forget what was happening to her and once she had even attempted to go to sleep but she really couldn't, the thought of being surrounded by dead bodies was too much for her. She wondered whether she should search for some kind of weapon but then she thought better. She was in a prison; there wouldn't be weapons in a prison that would defy the point. Fred was at the point of desperation, if only she had stayed near the camp none of this would have happened, she hadn't even been that angry. She was so stupid.
Every now and then she heard muffled voices outside the door, she was pretty sure there were one or more guards out there. She was a little confused at this because she was hardly a threat to them, she was just a child certainly no match for a dozen Uruk-hai. It was impossible to escape from the prison anyway, not that Fred had tried she was too scared to even go to the door.
Strangely, the voices outside were almost comforting to her she didn't feel alone even though they were bad and were probably going to kill her later on she liked the thought of them being there. Fred had wondered why the Ring Wraith had brought her here, she hadn't even recognised where she was going at first, that was how little she knew about Middle Earth. They would have been far better off with someone like Ned, she knew far more about this place than Fred did. Although she knew it was wrong to be thinking about her friends like that she couldn't help it, she was so scared that she wasn't even thinking straight.
Fred had been building up the courage to look up for about five minutes and she was now forcing herself to look around the room. Slowly she lifted her head and the room came into focus. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness although there was a strange orange glow coming from underneath the heavy door on the other side of the room. This was what illuminated the room, just enough for Fred to see the bodies that hung from the walls. Even though she didn't want to look at the mutilated carcasses she thought they might give her some clue as to why she was here and what was going to happen to her. She focused on one body, it's arms and torso still having rotting flesh clinging to them barely. There didn't appear to be any legs to the body although it was hard to tell because of the poor light. Fred wondered how long they had been down here.
She moved away from that particular area and looked on the other side, here there were more bodies, these were tied up with thick metal chains. The actual thing inside was just a skeleton, there was nothing left of it apart from one thing, a gold chain around its neck, there seemed to be a ruby or some kind of precious stone embedded in it. Fred couldn't see it clearly and had no desire to move from her relatively safe space away from most of the dead things.
She also noticed that most of them weren't human, one wore a miethril vest, it obviously didn't protect him well in his last battle. Fred guessed that it had been put there more out of ceremony than for protection. She thought it might come in useful but still found that she couldn't move, maybe when she had gotten used to the place more, then she might venture from her corner, that was, of course, if Saurauman didn't kill her first. She wondered if the people that were also in the prison were criminals but she thought they were more likely to be like her, innocent victims of the White Wizard's evil regime. Fred looked up towards the ceiling and then wished she hadn't, above her were more bones, all different sizes. Some were tiny but Fred couldn't see whether they were hobbit bones or the remains of children, if she was honest she really didn't want to know. So much had happened to her that she didn't think she could handle anything else that would make her start crying again. One thing that she was grateful for was that these bones were bleached white, they had no flesh on them. Fred didn't think she would have been able to handle that.
To Fred this was just a bad nightmare, she hoped she'd wake up soon because it was beginning to get too frightening. She didn't' like to think what was going to happen next. Right then she wished her friends would come and get her, she wondered if her and Bob's psychic powers would work over such a distance, she couldn't feel Bob's presence any more. Usually it was quite strong but now there was just and empty space. Fred suddenly felt incredibly unnerved and put her head back into her lap. This didn't help a whole lot because she just started remembering what she had just seen and her imagination only made the scene worse. If only she could these images out of her mind things would be a whole lot better but they stayed there. Even though Fred was tempted to open her eyes again something made her keep them shut and her head buried, at least that way she wouldn't have to actually see what was happening around her.
She wished her friends or family were around her, they might not be able to protect her but at least she wouldn't be alone that way. Fred tried to think about what might happen to her next, she hoped it wouldn't be anything too bad, Fred knew the kinds of things Ned wrote about Isenguard, she hoped they were just stories she didn't want to be tortured or anything bad like that. Fred started crying again and tried to picture what her friends were doing right then, she hoped they were looking for her, they might find her, if they're lucky.
**
Boromir still didn't know where he was, the woman had come back carrying armfuls of food, all kinds of things, some which Boromir had never seen before. She seemed pleased about what she was carrying. She had gone into another section of the burrow she lived in, Boromir presumed it was a kitchen of some kind, Boromir wouldn't know too much about this he very rarely ventured into the kitchen of his house in Middle Earth, usually only the servants went in places like that. This girl really didn't seem like a servant, she wasn't the usual royal clothes Boromir was used but she didn't look like she was used to serving people. She certainly wasn't a warrior and didn't act like a healer, although she had helped him. Boromir had to remind himself that he was no longer in Middle Earth and things were obviously different here. Maybe this was how everyone dressed in this world, all this was far too complicated for the man, he had no idea where he was but he was starting to think that it wasn't at all good.
The woman came back into the room she carried a plate filled with the food she had just brought into the house. Boromir took the food, he hadn't realised how hungry he was until now. He thanked the woman and looked deep into her eyes, they were beautiful green, for a minute Boromir inspected her properly, she was quite short but not too short, she seemed very thin but Boromir guessed that was because of her life-style more than her choice. She had brown hair that had been tied back with a piece of ribbon, it looked untidy but she still looked so good to Borormir. She reminded him of one of the women from Gondor. Her clothes were old and torn in places but clean, she obviously took care of herself despite the lack of money and possessions. Boromir found himself attracted to her in a way he had never experienced before. There was something about her that enthralled him.
She had the same feeling about Boromir, there was no doubt that he was strange, he carried weapons around with him, but when she looked into his deep, telling eyes she felt a warmth that she guessed no one else had felt before. She didn't know where he was from or what he was doing the night she saved him, all she knew was that something inside her had encouraged her to help him. She didn't know why because if she was honest with herself she really didn't find him that attractive.
She moved closer to Boromir when she saw he was looking at her, he brought his arms gently around her waist and pulled her even closer, he didn't want to do this but the woman was so irresistible to him. She didn't fight him when he grabbed her so he continued. They were now face to face, they glared into each others eyes and tried to unearth the secrets that hid behind them. Both saw pain and suffering. And both understood how the other felt. There was a chemistry, a spark between them, it was almost electric. Their lips finally met and they kissed tenderly. After the embrace was over they both took a step back and looked at one another, the woman walked off back into the kitchen whilst Boromir stood in wonder at what he had just done. When they were each sure the other wasn't looking they smiled.