I like Gollum. He's so misaligned! Like Hannibal Lecter. Which, when I
think about, isn't that bad a comparison. But Gollum is as thick as a
brick, and Hannibal is evilly intelligent. Like a snake. Cannibalism is a
good way to decrease surplus population and an efficient supply of
resources. After all, few things breed as quickly as humans, except for
rabbits and insects. And we live longer. My friends all voted me as the
last person they would like to be stranded on a desert isle with. Blood is
good . . .But onwards with Caitlyn and her travails.
Another dinner done, another day over, I muse to myself as I brush my hair. Truly, Rivendell is nice and all, and the Last Homely House could win prizes anywhere, but I'm bored. Well, now that I've started training, things shouldn't be so boring. And maybe Boromir will stick around more . . .I sigh dreamily. I stick my tongue out at my happy expression and giggle. I'm being silly. He probably has hundreds of girls in Minas Tirith who hang off his every word. But they're not half Elven, are they? A nasty little voice whispers. My gaze mists over and I blink rapidly. I sniff in misery as I consider the imports of that idea. Now, whenever I am with Boromir, I am going to think of that. Look at his actions and wonder. Hear him and always wonder if he does it out of true feelings or not. Damn my pointy ears. I slam the brush down and wander forlornly to my bed, I slide beneath the sheets and cry myself to sleep. Perhaps things will look better in the morning.
I was right, things do look better in the morning I think gleefully as my mare vaults over a fallen log. Her hooves thunder upon the grassy ground as we race over the earth, dodging the trees and vaulting low bushes. When the twins, Legolas and Boromir offered to take me riding in the woods around Rivendell, I was hesitant. But they convinced to come and now that I have, I'm having fun. I whoop as she soars over another log. "Fuckin' fantastic!"
"Having fun?" Boromir yells as he draws his horse alongside mine.
"Most def! This is splendiferous!" I say as I turn my head slightly to see him.
"You sure you haven't ridden before?" He says laughingly.
"You bet! Not even a donkey ride!" I turn my mare's head about to follow his stallion between a covert of trees. He draws ahead, going out of sight. I wonder where Legolas and the twins are? I haven't seen them for a while. Which bodes well for them, because I'm in a playful mood. It has lead to blood before, but this is a different type of game. My mind being fully absorbed with these pleasant thoughts involving me, Boromir and a distinct lack of clothes, as my mare is running, she catches her hoof in a rabbit hole and stumbles. I scream out "Shhhiiii-" as I go somersaulting over her head to land flat on my back. I feel my back resound with a shattering crack and my ribs bend. Dazedly, I look up into the blue sky and the branches of the trees. I never really noticed exactly how blue the sky is before, I decide woozily.
"Cat! Cat, where are you?! What happened?!" It's Boromir, he sounds quite concerned. I am so tired, I think I'll go to sleep for a little bit. Sleep would be good. My eyes flicker shut, even as the rational part of my mind screams at me that I probably have concussion and therefore shouldn't go to sleep. "Cat!" I can hear his horse crashing around in the trees.
My mare whickers and noses my shoulder, reins trailing against my throat. Getting no response, she starts to neigh in alarm. Bless those Elven horses, though I didn't think that at the time. All I thought then was, dear god, why won't she shut up? I have a pounding headache! Another horse neighs back in response then more crashing and the sound of hooves. I hear him gasp, and a thud that I presume is he getting off his horse. A rush of hurried footsteps and then he's by my side, lifting me into his arms, cradling me. Something wet drips onto my forehead. I move my head slightly, frowning. It's not raining, is it?
"Ai, why her? Let her wake, oh gods, please let her wake!" He sounds truly in agony. "Cat, Cat can you hear me? Oh wake, why won't you wake?" More tears fall onto my head, wetting my hair. His lips gently brush my forehead in benediction, rest there for a moment then withdraw. I open my eyes to see him trying not to weep anymore.
"You're crying. . ." I say with a tongue that's turned to wood. "Why?" He gapes, then crushes me to his chest, shuddering with the sobs that rip through him. He's really warm, I note drowsily. My head lolls loosely on my neck, finally settling onto his chest.
"I was worried for you. I care deeply for you." Then his head snaps up as I hear more horses approaching.
"Ok then." I say semi-brightly and faint.
I wake up and stare intently at the ceiling. It's moving, all right? I carefully move my head and look to either side of me. Arwen is sitting on a chair next to the bed. Where am I? My room, in my bed, I think. Arwen looks up and smiles.
"You took quite a tumble there, didn't you?"
"Did I? I'm not sure. . .Where's Boromir?" I raise myself onto my elbows and then blanche as a wave of nausea sweeps over me. I hurriedly lie back down. Arwen smiles mischievously.
"He's been here since he brought you in, about two days ago, but Father. . . added something to his drink to make him sleep. Elrohir and Elladan carried him out this morning, after the drug took effect."
"Two days and I still feel this bad?" I groan.
Arwen laughs. "If you didn't feel this bad, that would be a sign that there was something wrong." Her eyes darken for a moment and she looks down, then she regains her composure and looks back up. "I think that it would be good if you had something to eat. Some broth, or perhaps a light soup. I'll just go and see my father about what he thinks." She rises from her seat and goes to leave. She pauses by the door and looks back at me. "You'll be alright, won't you?"
"Hey, I'm not going anywhere." I assure her dryly. She laughs low in her throat and passes out of the door, shutting it behind her. I sigh and let my head sink further into the pillow. It's a really comfortable pillow. I like pillows, I decide drowsily, then my back twinges and I sigh. I turn around over onto my belly and rest my head on my folded arms. I hear a hesitant knock on the door and try to turn my head to see who it is.
"It's Frodo, Cat. Can I come in?"
"Please do Frodo." I give up trying to see him and return my head to my hands. My back really hurts. "I'm bored and in a great deal of pain, so talk to me, please."
I hear his cautious, shuffling footsteps come into the room, then the squeak of the chair as he sits down. "Well, Boromir's been acting like a wounded bull, threatening Lord Elrond, demanding to know why you weren't healing quickly. Legolas has been drifting around the palace like a ghost. Elrohir and Elladan have been driving everyone mad because they've been getting drunk every night and playing practical jokes while drunk. Which leads to very messy jokes." I laugh hollowly, then wince as my ribs spasm. "Um, Arwen's been here, looking after you, Lord Elrond has been in and out and all over trying to make you well. Sam's been out in the gardens, gardening and worrying. Merry and Pippin have been running around with Elladan and Elrohir, in fact I think that at least half the jokes have been their idea. Bilbo's been quietly worried and Gandalf has been smoking his pipe and frowning a lot. I think that's about everyone." He finishes on a sigh.
"Good to know that I've been missed." I say jokingly. "What have you been doing Frodo?"
"Reading, sitting in the sun, worrying. I heard Arwen say that you'd broken a few ribs and done something to your back. But you're getting better now, aren't you?"
"I think so Frodo, but you'd really have to ask Arwen and Elrond to know for sure."
"Boromir blames himself for what happened." Frodo says in a rush.
"He shouldn't. I wasn't concentrating."
"Why?"
"If I told you, you'd be shocked and appalled." I turn my head to face him, and a corner of my mouth curls up in a languid smile. I continue impishly, "It involved, as I recall, a daydream about Boromir, me and not many clothes." Frodo blushes and looks down, legs swinging idly, his hands twisting around each other in embarrassment. Poor pure little hobbit. I frown and turn over onto my back, sitting up as a great noise starts to echo down the corridor. What is that extremely large amount of noise?
Who do you think it is? I'm not tell-ing 'oo. Hehehe! Sqqquuueeeeeee! I like cliffhangers. It means you have to wait for me, yay! But I update pretty regularly, so that's all right. Bye for now!
Another dinner done, another day over, I muse to myself as I brush my hair. Truly, Rivendell is nice and all, and the Last Homely House could win prizes anywhere, but I'm bored. Well, now that I've started training, things shouldn't be so boring. And maybe Boromir will stick around more . . .I sigh dreamily. I stick my tongue out at my happy expression and giggle. I'm being silly. He probably has hundreds of girls in Minas Tirith who hang off his every word. But they're not half Elven, are they? A nasty little voice whispers. My gaze mists over and I blink rapidly. I sniff in misery as I consider the imports of that idea. Now, whenever I am with Boromir, I am going to think of that. Look at his actions and wonder. Hear him and always wonder if he does it out of true feelings or not. Damn my pointy ears. I slam the brush down and wander forlornly to my bed, I slide beneath the sheets and cry myself to sleep. Perhaps things will look better in the morning.
I was right, things do look better in the morning I think gleefully as my mare vaults over a fallen log. Her hooves thunder upon the grassy ground as we race over the earth, dodging the trees and vaulting low bushes. When the twins, Legolas and Boromir offered to take me riding in the woods around Rivendell, I was hesitant. But they convinced to come and now that I have, I'm having fun. I whoop as she soars over another log. "Fuckin' fantastic!"
"Having fun?" Boromir yells as he draws his horse alongside mine.
"Most def! This is splendiferous!" I say as I turn my head slightly to see him.
"You sure you haven't ridden before?" He says laughingly.
"You bet! Not even a donkey ride!" I turn my mare's head about to follow his stallion between a covert of trees. He draws ahead, going out of sight. I wonder where Legolas and the twins are? I haven't seen them for a while. Which bodes well for them, because I'm in a playful mood. It has lead to blood before, but this is a different type of game. My mind being fully absorbed with these pleasant thoughts involving me, Boromir and a distinct lack of clothes, as my mare is running, she catches her hoof in a rabbit hole and stumbles. I scream out "Shhhiiii-" as I go somersaulting over her head to land flat on my back. I feel my back resound with a shattering crack and my ribs bend. Dazedly, I look up into the blue sky and the branches of the trees. I never really noticed exactly how blue the sky is before, I decide woozily.
"Cat! Cat, where are you?! What happened?!" It's Boromir, he sounds quite concerned. I am so tired, I think I'll go to sleep for a little bit. Sleep would be good. My eyes flicker shut, even as the rational part of my mind screams at me that I probably have concussion and therefore shouldn't go to sleep. "Cat!" I can hear his horse crashing around in the trees.
My mare whickers and noses my shoulder, reins trailing against my throat. Getting no response, she starts to neigh in alarm. Bless those Elven horses, though I didn't think that at the time. All I thought then was, dear god, why won't she shut up? I have a pounding headache! Another horse neighs back in response then more crashing and the sound of hooves. I hear him gasp, and a thud that I presume is he getting off his horse. A rush of hurried footsteps and then he's by my side, lifting me into his arms, cradling me. Something wet drips onto my forehead. I move my head slightly, frowning. It's not raining, is it?
"Ai, why her? Let her wake, oh gods, please let her wake!" He sounds truly in agony. "Cat, Cat can you hear me? Oh wake, why won't you wake?" More tears fall onto my head, wetting my hair. His lips gently brush my forehead in benediction, rest there for a moment then withdraw. I open my eyes to see him trying not to weep anymore.
"You're crying. . ." I say with a tongue that's turned to wood. "Why?" He gapes, then crushes me to his chest, shuddering with the sobs that rip through him. He's really warm, I note drowsily. My head lolls loosely on my neck, finally settling onto his chest.
"I was worried for you. I care deeply for you." Then his head snaps up as I hear more horses approaching.
"Ok then." I say semi-brightly and faint.
I wake up and stare intently at the ceiling. It's moving, all right? I carefully move my head and look to either side of me. Arwen is sitting on a chair next to the bed. Where am I? My room, in my bed, I think. Arwen looks up and smiles.
"You took quite a tumble there, didn't you?"
"Did I? I'm not sure. . .Where's Boromir?" I raise myself onto my elbows and then blanche as a wave of nausea sweeps over me. I hurriedly lie back down. Arwen smiles mischievously.
"He's been here since he brought you in, about two days ago, but Father. . . added something to his drink to make him sleep. Elrohir and Elladan carried him out this morning, after the drug took effect."
"Two days and I still feel this bad?" I groan.
Arwen laughs. "If you didn't feel this bad, that would be a sign that there was something wrong." Her eyes darken for a moment and she looks down, then she regains her composure and looks back up. "I think that it would be good if you had something to eat. Some broth, or perhaps a light soup. I'll just go and see my father about what he thinks." She rises from her seat and goes to leave. She pauses by the door and looks back at me. "You'll be alright, won't you?"
"Hey, I'm not going anywhere." I assure her dryly. She laughs low in her throat and passes out of the door, shutting it behind her. I sigh and let my head sink further into the pillow. It's a really comfortable pillow. I like pillows, I decide drowsily, then my back twinges and I sigh. I turn around over onto my belly and rest my head on my folded arms. I hear a hesitant knock on the door and try to turn my head to see who it is.
"It's Frodo, Cat. Can I come in?"
"Please do Frodo." I give up trying to see him and return my head to my hands. My back really hurts. "I'm bored and in a great deal of pain, so talk to me, please."
I hear his cautious, shuffling footsteps come into the room, then the squeak of the chair as he sits down. "Well, Boromir's been acting like a wounded bull, threatening Lord Elrond, demanding to know why you weren't healing quickly. Legolas has been drifting around the palace like a ghost. Elrohir and Elladan have been driving everyone mad because they've been getting drunk every night and playing practical jokes while drunk. Which leads to very messy jokes." I laugh hollowly, then wince as my ribs spasm. "Um, Arwen's been here, looking after you, Lord Elrond has been in and out and all over trying to make you well. Sam's been out in the gardens, gardening and worrying. Merry and Pippin have been running around with Elladan and Elrohir, in fact I think that at least half the jokes have been their idea. Bilbo's been quietly worried and Gandalf has been smoking his pipe and frowning a lot. I think that's about everyone." He finishes on a sigh.
"Good to know that I've been missed." I say jokingly. "What have you been doing Frodo?"
"Reading, sitting in the sun, worrying. I heard Arwen say that you'd broken a few ribs and done something to your back. But you're getting better now, aren't you?"
"I think so Frodo, but you'd really have to ask Arwen and Elrond to know for sure."
"Boromir blames himself for what happened." Frodo says in a rush.
"He shouldn't. I wasn't concentrating."
"Why?"
"If I told you, you'd be shocked and appalled." I turn my head to face him, and a corner of my mouth curls up in a languid smile. I continue impishly, "It involved, as I recall, a daydream about Boromir, me and not many clothes." Frodo blushes and looks down, legs swinging idly, his hands twisting around each other in embarrassment. Poor pure little hobbit. I frown and turn over onto my back, sitting up as a great noise starts to echo down the corridor. What is that extremely large amount of noise?
Who do you think it is? I'm not tell-ing 'oo. Hehehe! Sqqquuueeeeeee! I like cliffhangers. It means you have to wait for me, yay! But I update pretty regularly, so that's all right. Bye for now!