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Legolas leads me back to the Fellowship, with me arguing every step of the way. Boromir doesn't know what to do, and I am giving him clear 'back off' signals. I shake my head angrily at any offers of comfort, I need to be alone. As alone as I can be with nine other people around me constantly. I close my eyes and dare the Eye to come back. It doesn't, so I scream constantly in my mind in fear and anticipation. I want to face it, yet am terrified of it coming. Duality, ambiguity. Two halves of myself, fighting each other.
"Cat?" I look up, and it's Frodo. He knows what I am going through. My carefully held in tears break through my composure and I fling my arms around his neck and hug him tightly. He pats my back awkwardly.
"I'm so sorry Frodo." I say brokenly.
"What for?" He draws back a little and looks at me. "You have done nothing."
"Not yet. Not yet. I'm so afraid, Frodo." I confide to him. "So deathly afraid."
"I think you should talk to Boromir. Or Legolas." He offers Legolas's name as an afterthought. "Go and talk to Boromir. He worries for you too."
I look over Frodo's shoulder and catch sight of Boromir. "Thank you Frodo."
"For what?"
"For being you. For listening." I wipe my eyes and draw a shuddering breath. I stand up and walk to the outskirts of the camp. Leaning against a tree, I stare into the sunshine. Traveling by night is playing hell with my bioclock. A person comes and stands beside me. I turn my head a little and look at Aragorn. "Hey Aragorn." I say quietly, then I look forwards again.
"Do not blame yourself. Come and rest, we have far to go tonight." He says gently.
"In a minute. When do I have watch?"
"Last."
"Thanks Aragon." He turns and leaves me. I open myself to the tree and converse with it. Then I start as a hand falls on my shoulder. I jerk my eyes open and look into Boromir's face. "Boromir. . ." He cuts off my explanations by kissing me. I open my eyes wide in surprise then surrender. He backs me up against the tree and to keep my balance, I hook one leg around his. I break it off and stare at him thoughtfully. "I need to sleep Boromir."
"So do that."
"Ok, I have last watch. What watch do you have?"
"I have none tonight. Come and rest."
"Ok." I let him lead me by the hand to the fireside and docilely wait as he gets my sleeping roll ready. I yawn, as I am very tired. He sets his blanket up next to mine and leads me down to the two. I sway unsteadily on my feet and let me push me down onto the blankets. I mumble sleepily as he lies down next to me and cradles me. "G'night."
"Sleep well." He whispers into my ear. And after a while of that hazy thinking between wakefulness and true sleep, I fall asleep. An indefinable amount of time later, a hand shakes my shoulder.
"Mmmpphh, what?" I say drowsily as I wake.
"We move out again, I took your watch." Boromir tells me.
"Boromir, don't do that!" I feel very annoyed with him.
"We could not wake you. Gandalf said that was to be expected after what happened. Something about how the Eye probably drained you a little."
"Yes, that would explain why I feel asleep so easily. I usually don't." I stretch the sleep kinks out of my muscles as I talk with Boromir.
"We go." Legolas says as he suddenly appears out of the gathering dusk.
"Shit, don't scare me like that!" I tell him crossly. "It's polite to give some notice that you're around. My heart's going like a racehorse now. Feel." I take his hand and put it on my heart. I snort in annoyance and push him over, using his arm. He goes down easily, too surprised to react, I think. Boromir just gapes at me. "We go?" I mimic nastily and I jog up to where Sam is holding Bill's reins. "Hey Sam."
"You all right now, Mistress Cat?"
"I'm fine Sam. Or I will be once we get moving. My muscles feel all tight." I tell him as I stretch some more. My arms windmill in surprise as someone trips me and I fall over. "Fu- oomph!" I hit the ground and wheeze.
"Not very nice Cat." Legolas scolds me. "Not becoming an Elf."
"I'm not an Elf!" I tell him irritably as I stand up. "Ugh, dirt." I brush futilely at my shirt. "Stupid Elf." I mutter crossly. He trips me again. This time, I landed with my mouth open and I spit out dirt. "Nasty!" I claw at my tongue to try and get the mud off it. I realize dimly through my disgust that Legolas is howling in laughter. "You die!" I scream and leap for him. His eyes open wide in shock, then I am ramming his perfect hair into the earth. "Stupid nasty Elf!" I kick him in the ribs and he stops trying to get up. I grin wickedly, then get a handful of dirt and shove it into his gaping mouth. He splutters and chokes. I hope he dies. I get up, and after giving him a last kick in the ribs, walk away.
"If you're quite finished children." Gandalf says in a mild tone. I take a deep breath and smooth my hair down as I take in the other Fellowship members reactions to mine and Legolas's little scuffle in the dust. The Hobbits are shocked, but Merry and Pippin are howling with laughter. Gimli is laughing, well he would be. He doesn't like Legolas very much yet. Aragorn is very carefully not looking at the winded Elf. Boromir smiles broadly as I come and stand next to him.
"Well done." Boromir whispers into my ear.
"Stupid stuck up Elf. Think he can trip me, can he? Not f***ing likely." I say crossly. "All of the Elves are such tossers. Suffering from a major case of the galloping hubris."
"Hubris?"
"Over reaching pride that leads to destruction." I say gloomily as we start to walk again. "I hate walking with a vengeance now." Boromir just laughs at me as we walk on into the night.
Sorry about the long wait. Had a major writer's block. But it's all good now. I hope. Thanks to my reviewers, I love you all, and so on and so forth.
Legolas leads me back to the Fellowship, with me arguing every step of the way. Boromir doesn't know what to do, and I am giving him clear 'back off' signals. I shake my head angrily at any offers of comfort, I need to be alone. As alone as I can be with nine other people around me constantly. I close my eyes and dare the Eye to come back. It doesn't, so I scream constantly in my mind in fear and anticipation. I want to face it, yet am terrified of it coming. Duality, ambiguity. Two halves of myself, fighting each other.
"Cat?" I look up, and it's Frodo. He knows what I am going through. My carefully held in tears break through my composure and I fling my arms around his neck and hug him tightly. He pats my back awkwardly.
"I'm so sorry Frodo." I say brokenly.
"What for?" He draws back a little and looks at me. "You have done nothing."
"Not yet. Not yet. I'm so afraid, Frodo." I confide to him. "So deathly afraid."
"I think you should talk to Boromir. Or Legolas." He offers Legolas's name as an afterthought. "Go and talk to Boromir. He worries for you too."
I look over Frodo's shoulder and catch sight of Boromir. "Thank you Frodo."
"For what?"
"For being you. For listening." I wipe my eyes and draw a shuddering breath. I stand up and walk to the outskirts of the camp. Leaning against a tree, I stare into the sunshine. Traveling by night is playing hell with my bioclock. A person comes and stands beside me. I turn my head a little and look at Aragorn. "Hey Aragorn." I say quietly, then I look forwards again.
"Do not blame yourself. Come and rest, we have far to go tonight." He says gently.
"In a minute. When do I have watch?"
"Last."
"Thanks Aragon." He turns and leaves me. I open myself to the tree and converse with it. Then I start as a hand falls on my shoulder. I jerk my eyes open and look into Boromir's face. "Boromir. . ." He cuts off my explanations by kissing me. I open my eyes wide in surprise then surrender. He backs me up against the tree and to keep my balance, I hook one leg around his. I break it off and stare at him thoughtfully. "I need to sleep Boromir."
"So do that."
"Ok, I have last watch. What watch do you have?"
"I have none tonight. Come and rest."
"Ok." I let him lead me by the hand to the fireside and docilely wait as he gets my sleeping roll ready. I yawn, as I am very tired. He sets his blanket up next to mine and leads me down to the two. I sway unsteadily on my feet and let me push me down onto the blankets. I mumble sleepily as he lies down next to me and cradles me. "G'night."
"Sleep well." He whispers into my ear. And after a while of that hazy thinking between wakefulness and true sleep, I fall asleep. An indefinable amount of time later, a hand shakes my shoulder.
"Mmmpphh, what?" I say drowsily as I wake.
"We move out again, I took your watch." Boromir tells me.
"Boromir, don't do that!" I feel very annoyed with him.
"We could not wake you. Gandalf said that was to be expected after what happened. Something about how the Eye probably drained you a little."
"Yes, that would explain why I feel asleep so easily. I usually don't." I stretch the sleep kinks out of my muscles as I talk with Boromir.
"We go." Legolas says as he suddenly appears out of the gathering dusk.
"Shit, don't scare me like that!" I tell him crossly. "It's polite to give some notice that you're around. My heart's going like a racehorse now. Feel." I take his hand and put it on my heart. I snort in annoyance and push him over, using his arm. He goes down easily, too surprised to react, I think. Boromir just gapes at me. "We go?" I mimic nastily and I jog up to where Sam is holding Bill's reins. "Hey Sam."
"You all right now, Mistress Cat?"
"I'm fine Sam. Or I will be once we get moving. My muscles feel all tight." I tell him as I stretch some more. My arms windmill in surprise as someone trips me and I fall over. "Fu- oomph!" I hit the ground and wheeze.
"Not very nice Cat." Legolas scolds me. "Not becoming an Elf."
"I'm not an Elf!" I tell him irritably as I stand up. "Ugh, dirt." I brush futilely at my shirt. "Stupid Elf." I mutter crossly. He trips me again. This time, I landed with my mouth open and I spit out dirt. "Nasty!" I claw at my tongue to try and get the mud off it. I realize dimly through my disgust that Legolas is howling in laughter. "You die!" I scream and leap for him. His eyes open wide in shock, then I am ramming his perfect hair into the earth. "Stupid nasty Elf!" I kick him in the ribs and he stops trying to get up. I grin wickedly, then get a handful of dirt and shove it into his gaping mouth. He splutters and chokes. I hope he dies. I get up, and after giving him a last kick in the ribs, walk away.
"If you're quite finished children." Gandalf says in a mild tone. I take a deep breath and smooth my hair down as I take in the other Fellowship members reactions to mine and Legolas's little scuffle in the dust. The Hobbits are shocked, but Merry and Pippin are howling with laughter. Gimli is laughing, well he would be. He doesn't like Legolas very much yet. Aragorn is very carefully not looking at the winded Elf. Boromir smiles broadly as I come and stand next to him.
"Well done." Boromir whispers into my ear.
"Stupid stuck up Elf. Think he can trip me, can he? Not f***ing likely." I say crossly. "All of the Elves are such tossers. Suffering from a major case of the galloping hubris."
"Hubris?"
"Over reaching pride that leads to destruction." I say gloomily as we start to walk again. "I hate walking with a vengeance now." Boromir just laughs at me as we walk on into the night.
Sorry about the long wait. Had a major writer's block. But it's all good now. I hope. Thanks to my reviewers, I love you all, and so on and so forth.