Chapter 9: Nightly Visitor
This is a really cool chapter….I mean it….I do….
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Account of Boromir
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As I slipped quietly through the halls of Rivendell, several thoughts raced through my mind. But when I reached Lord Elrond's hall, there was only one thing I could think of: the question of where she was. I knocked and an answering voice came: "Come in!" I breathed in deeply and opened the double doors. The Lord Elrond sat behind a table, among many Elven lords and ladies. I felt embarrassed to ask this. What would they think? I still wanted to protect her virtue, yes, but I had fallen in love with her. "My Lord, might I know where the Lady Aertali's quarters are?" I felt hot and flushed as several of the maidens giggled. But Elrond smiled a warm, understanding smile. "She sleeps in a room up three floors and is the last room on the right." I thanked him and tried to look dignified as I exited, but failed rather miserably.
. The oak door into her room was open and as I looked in, I had to hold back a gasp. She lay back against light blue pillows, half her lithe body covered in silk sheets of the same color. Her vivid crimson hair was carelessly spread about her and her hands steadied her head against the cascade of cushions. But what struck me most was the full moon bouncing off the white silk slip, making her glow and seem unearthly. A cool autumn breeze came through the room, which was open to all the elements. A waterfall of leaves blew in, swirling around my angel, but she moved not save for the blinking of her eyes. I could not hold it any longer.
Clearing my throat, I stepped in. She easily slid up into a sitting position, her cerulean eyes shining with wonder. "Boromir? What are you doing here?" "There are no words to tell you how amazed I am of you. When you last visited Gondor, you were such a diminutive thing. Now…now, you've grown nearly as tall as I. And more like the woman you ought to be. But the one thing that has always been the same is that you have always acted like a tomboy, I suppose. You shouldn't at your age. People expect you to have pride in your feminism. You should be married and have children by now…" "I am not who they want me to be. I am who I am, Boromir. I wish not to be anyone else." With a sigh, I went to her bedside and sat
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Account of Kit
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He gazed at my lips for a long time, as if to kiss me. But instead he took my hand and patted it. "I know," he murmured. "But when I marry you, it would only be proper if you acted like a woman." and with that, he stood and left.
For hours after, I lay in bed in shock, pondering over what he had told me. "When I marry you….when I marry you….when I marry you…."echoed continuously inside my head. Had he meant that?