Well here is the update, at last! I have had a lot of school work, but I've
worked extra hard to get this chapter up early -aren't I nice?
Disclaimer- same as chapter one, we know. DON'T OWN IT, WISH I DID, BUT I DON'T!
Enjoy!
(Oh and I lied before, I do own one character- and one place, but I only did that to make my life easier! I'm not mooching off Tolkien!)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Chapter two- "Not far from Rivendell."
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*Boromir's POV*
The sun was high in the sky, and I had been travelling for most of the morning when I found her. She was lying in an undersized clearing, almost completely surrounded by thick bushes and a clump of close-set trees. I should really have missed her, but somehow I didn't. I probably wouldn't have found her if it weren't for the puddle of blood seeping into the grass about her.
Her face looked so young and so old at the same time, but I suspected she must be at least 16. She was lying on the floor entirely covered in a blanket (stained bright red) apart from her face, which was tilted up and staring straight up into the sky. Her hair was blonde (pulled carelessly into a bun), and she had soft hazel eyes, which stared wildly at me as I approached and she sat up. Her hair and face was stained with streaks of half-dried blood and around her there were half carved arrows and the remains of a meal and a fire.
"Who are you?" She demanded as I knelt down. She shuffled away and drew her blood stained blankets closer to her.
"I am Boromir of Gondor-from the south, who are you?" I replied, too shocked at her appearance to be surprised at her frank demand. She hesitated, looking me in the eyes, as though trying to figure out who I was. After a while she seemed to find what she was looking for and she spoke.
"I am Elenya, from the town of Gwendil, just south of here, not far the Mitheithel River."
"Why are you out here all alone? What happened to you?" I asked, looking down at the blood around her.
"I, like you am going to Rivendell, to see the elves and perhaps gain their council."
"Wait, how did you know I am travelling to Rivendell?"
"I just guessed, why else would you be here?" I started to draw closer to her, "But-" Elenya stuck her arms out from under her blankets and tried to keep me away- then I saw. Her lower arms were covered in long, deep cuts, which looked very deep and they were still oozing blood.
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*Elenya's POV*
How could I have been so stupid? I pulled my arms back under the blanket and moved farther away from him. The look on his face was awful. He looked so repulsed and so enraged, I couldn't help it- I felt tears of shame prick my eyes.
"Who did that to you?" Boromir cried, taking a step towards me. I moved away from him, almost to the edge of the clearing.
"I. . I. . I don't know." I hung my head-he would never believe me, even though it was the truth.
All I could remember was dreaming of a knife and a note on the floor. And then blood, gushing everywhere. It was so vivid I could feel the knife piercing my own arms and the prick in my side, and then I woke up to find myself cut and feeling so sick, like I'd drop dead any minute. I was still trying to figure out what had happened when Boromir came along and found me.
I'd had dreams just as bad as this before, and even worse, but never before had I woken up with any more than a headache and bad memories. What was I to say now? He really looked unconvinced, so before he could start, I just blurted out the first thing that came into my head.
"I just woke up like this, maybe- maybe someone came in the night and then- I don't know." Suddenly, I felt much worse. I lost control of my body and toppled forward. Boromir caught me before I hit the floor and tried to sit me up because I couldn't do it myself.
"I feel like my body is giving up, my head it won't . . . and my side, my side it's. . ." I mumbled, trying to make sense but my brain didn't want to work either. The last thing I remember was Boromir telling me as clung onto me;
"We are not far from Rivendell; the elves will be able to help you soon. I am here."
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Elenya didn't wake up again until after she had reached Rivendell- 3 days later. Boromir had tended her cuts as best he could on the road, bathing and re-dressing them twice each day, but he couldn't match the skill of the elves, who were brilliant healers, though they were hard pushed to cure Elenya, mainly because her cuts would not heal at first, and there was a poison in her that none had ever seen before.
She spent 3 nights near death breathing shallowly and moaning in her sleep, and Elrond herself looked after her, trying desperately to heal her. He questioned Boromir over and over again about how he had found Elenya, exactly what had happened and what he had said, but this didn't make any sense to him at all.
Boromir never knew exactly why he spent most of his days around Elenya's room or asking any elves coming from there what was going on and how she was. In truth, he was curious about her, where she had come from and stuff like that. He felt so sorry for her because she seemed so young and helpless; after all she was only a young girl.
And her parents couldn't care too much about her if they let her go off travelling alone like that. Whether it was curiosity or not, he found himself hoping more and more that she would wake up, and he would be able to talk to her.
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Mark, however, was remembering the first time he ever rode a bike. It had been a summer's afternoon in the park and most people were at the beach- it was that hot. Mark had just turned 7 and his parents had decided to teach him how to ride his new and favourite birthday present- a gleaming red bike. It had a huge shiny silver bell and a painting of a puma on side, and Mark loved it more than anything he had ever owned in his life.
Mark remembered the first try; he was riding to his mum, with his dad holding on to the back of the bike. He was doing well but as soon as his dad let go- he fell down, and scraped all the skin off his knee and it started to bleed thick and fast. He tried his hardest not to cry as his parents cleaned him up, but it stung so much that he couldn't help it. He remembered he fell off so many times after that, always causing his knee to start bleeding again.
But at last he did it, his dad let go and he pedalled as fast as he could, he flew straight past his mum and carried on going all the way through the park until his parents finally caught up with him. And for those minutes, he felt like a bird, free to do to whatever he wanted and go wherever he pleased- because he could. He was free and happy, and his parents loved him.
He would never, for as long as he lived, forget that day in the park, even after he had taught his own son to ride a bike, and he had taught his. That feeling as he flew down the sunlit paths always stayed with him.
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Well that's chapter two, I hope you enjoyed it! Again any feedback, good or bad would totally be appreciated, and in the next chapter, I hope to have people actually holding a conversation, not just narration!
These two chapters really just begin the story and I'm quite sure I'll pick up the pace a lot once the story goes somewhere. And I'm not sure whether to keep the switching between characters POV or not! HELP!
Thanks for the review, much appreciated, cheers! ^_^
Anyway, assuming I don't get snowed under by all my homework, I should have an update very soon!
Chaz, x x x
Disclaimer- same as chapter one, we know. DON'T OWN IT, WISH I DID, BUT I DON'T!
Enjoy!
(Oh and I lied before, I do own one character- and one place, but I only did that to make my life easier! I'm not mooching off Tolkien!)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Chapter two- "Not far from Rivendell."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
*Boromir's POV*
The sun was high in the sky, and I had been travelling for most of the morning when I found her. She was lying in an undersized clearing, almost completely surrounded by thick bushes and a clump of close-set trees. I should really have missed her, but somehow I didn't. I probably wouldn't have found her if it weren't for the puddle of blood seeping into the grass about her.
Her face looked so young and so old at the same time, but I suspected she must be at least 16. She was lying on the floor entirely covered in a blanket (stained bright red) apart from her face, which was tilted up and staring straight up into the sky. Her hair was blonde (pulled carelessly into a bun), and she had soft hazel eyes, which stared wildly at me as I approached and she sat up. Her hair and face was stained with streaks of half-dried blood and around her there were half carved arrows and the remains of a meal and a fire.
"Who are you?" She demanded as I knelt down. She shuffled away and drew her blood stained blankets closer to her.
"I am Boromir of Gondor-from the south, who are you?" I replied, too shocked at her appearance to be surprised at her frank demand. She hesitated, looking me in the eyes, as though trying to figure out who I was. After a while she seemed to find what she was looking for and she spoke.
"I am Elenya, from the town of Gwendil, just south of here, not far the Mitheithel River."
"Why are you out here all alone? What happened to you?" I asked, looking down at the blood around her.
"I, like you am going to Rivendell, to see the elves and perhaps gain their council."
"Wait, how did you know I am travelling to Rivendell?"
"I just guessed, why else would you be here?" I started to draw closer to her, "But-" Elenya stuck her arms out from under her blankets and tried to keep me away- then I saw. Her lower arms were covered in long, deep cuts, which looked very deep and they were still oozing blood.
* ** *** ** *
*Elenya's POV*
How could I have been so stupid? I pulled my arms back under the blanket and moved farther away from him. The look on his face was awful. He looked so repulsed and so enraged, I couldn't help it- I felt tears of shame prick my eyes.
"Who did that to you?" Boromir cried, taking a step towards me. I moved away from him, almost to the edge of the clearing.
"I. . I. . I don't know." I hung my head-he would never believe me, even though it was the truth.
All I could remember was dreaming of a knife and a note on the floor. And then blood, gushing everywhere. It was so vivid I could feel the knife piercing my own arms and the prick in my side, and then I woke up to find myself cut and feeling so sick, like I'd drop dead any minute. I was still trying to figure out what had happened when Boromir came along and found me.
I'd had dreams just as bad as this before, and even worse, but never before had I woken up with any more than a headache and bad memories. What was I to say now? He really looked unconvinced, so before he could start, I just blurted out the first thing that came into my head.
"I just woke up like this, maybe- maybe someone came in the night and then- I don't know." Suddenly, I felt much worse. I lost control of my body and toppled forward. Boromir caught me before I hit the floor and tried to sit me up because I couldn't do it myself.
"I feel like my body is giving up, my head it won't . . . and my side, my side it's. . ." I mumbled, trying to make sense but my brain didn't want to work either. The last thing I remember was Boromir telling me as clung onto me;
"We are not far from Rivendell; the elves will be able to help you soon. I am here."
----------*------------
Elenya didn't wake up again until after she had reached Rivendell- 3 days later. Boromir had tended her cuts as best he could on the road, bathing and re-dressing them twice each day, but he couldn't match the skill of the elves, who were brilliant healers, though they were hard pushed to cure Elenya, mainly because her cuts would not heal at first, and there was a poison in her that none had ever seen before.
She spent 3 nights near death breathing shallowly and moaning in her sleep, and Elrond herself looked after her, trying desperately to heal her. He questioned Boromir over and over again about how he had found Elenya, exactly what had happened and what he had said, but this didn't make any sense to him at all.
Boromir never knew exactly why he spent most of his days around Elenya's room or asking any elves coming from there what was going on and how she was. In truth, he was curious about her, where she had come from and stuff like that. He felt so sorry for her because she seemed so young and helpless; after all she was only a young girl.
And her parents couldn't care too much about her if they let her go off travelling alone like that. Whether it was curiosity or not, he found himself hoping more and more that she would wake up, and he would be able to talk to her.
----------*----------
Mark, however, was remembering the first time he ever rode a bike. It had been a summer's afternoon in the park and most people were at the beach- it was that hot. Mark had just turned 7 and his parents had decided to teach him how to ride his new and favourite birthday present- a gleaming red bike. It had a huge shiny silver bell and a painting of a puma on side, and Mark loved it more than anything he had ever owned in his life.
Mark remembered the first try; he was riding to his mum, with his dad holding on to the back of the bike. He was doing well but as soon as his dad let go- he fell down, and scraped all the skin off his knee and it started to bleed thick and fast. He tried his hardest not to cry as his parents cleaned him up, but it stung so much that he couldn't help it. He remembered he fell off so many times after that, always causing his knee to start bleeding again.
But at last he did it, his dad let go and he pedalled as fast as he could, he flew straight past his mum and carried on going all the way through the park until his parents finally caught up with him. And for those minutes, he felt like a bird, free to do to whatever he wanted and go wherever he pleased- because he could. He was free and happy, and his parents loved him.
He would never, for as long as he lived, forget that day in the park, even after he had taught his own son to ride a bike, and he had taught his. That feeling as he flew down the sunlit paths always stayed with him.
* ** *** ** *
Well that's chapter two, I hope you enjoyed it! Again any feedback, good or bad would totally be appreciated, and in the next chapter, I hope to have people actually holding a conversation, not just narration!
These two chapters really just begin the story and I'm quite sure I'll pick up the pace a lot once the story goes somewhere. And I'm not sure whether to keep the switching between characters POV or not! HELP!
Thanks for the review, much appreciated, cheers! ^_^
Anyway, assuming I don't get snowed under by all my homework, I should have an update very soon!
Chaz, x x x