Thanks SO much for all the reviews! I think I should write in this category more often, y'all are so nice and reviewy! Anyway....
rainbowelf-thanks for the tips the story is mostly in Mieras' POV, but I think it will probably switch every once in a while, but don't u dare let your sock steal my poor muffin! *does a gollum with precious muffin*
sugaricing-YES! I am EVIL! CLIFFIE!!!
cherryfaerie-He is mean to Faramir, isn't he? I don't know if you've seen the extended version yet, but that scene where they're talking to him is an added scene.
A/N: For some reason, I always end up deleting my stories b/c I hate where they're going, but I will do my best, in my opinion at least, to not do it and continue the story.
Now, the story....
Mieras hurridly threw clothes into a bag on her bed. Faramir hadn't had anytime to explain what was going on, but she had sensed his urgency. Now, barely ten minutes later, she stood in the center of her bedroom holding a change of clothes. It wasn't a dress; instead, she held a set of boys clothes tailored to fit her. Pulling her dress off, she pulled on the breeches and woolen shirt over her thin body. Her boots were next, followed by a belt. As she buckled it on, a long strand of hair fell in front of her eyes. She reached up and pulled out the long pin that held her hair back. It tumbled down her back, brushing below her shoulder blades. There were no mirrors in here, but she knew that it was matted and dirty from days huddled inside the palace while armies battled above. Deciding she would do something with it later, Mieras braided it into one plait down her back. Tying it with a strip of leather, she grabbed her bag and ran out the door towards the stables.
The stables were musty and hay-smelling, but luckily still intact. 'Luckily' Mieras thought, entering the stables. Faramir was already there, holding the reins to two large stallions. They were both dark brown, and each had a strip of white down its' front. He gave her the reins to the smaller of the two after she swung her cloak over her shoulders. Placing her hand over its nostrils, she shivered as the fine hairs brushed her wrist.
"Mieras! We must go!" Faramir said from his perch on his horse.
Mieras slung her bag across her chest and pulled herself into the saddle. Though this stallion was the smaller one, he was still almost a foot taller than her. Faramir saw she was ready and they both kicked their horses into a gallop.
As the sun sank into the distant mountains, the two figures on horseback galloped across an empty plain. In the distant city, horns could be heard raising the alarm for the two siblings. To their right, there was a forest, tall and old. Faramir saw this and turned his horse towards it.
Mieras saw Faramir turn towards the forest. Her body already ached and her throat was scratchy. Seeing him turm, she perked up slightly, hoping maybe they would stop soon. Somehow, as she wandered into thought, her horse slowed down and was now far behind Faramir, who was already at the forest. Shaking herself, she kicked him into a hard gallop and they flew across the remaining distance to Faramir. He had stopped and was standing on the ground next to his stallion. Nearly falling off, she tumbled to the ground next to him. Shaking herself, she forced her eyes to stay open. The sun had set now and the air was cold, and even with her cloak she shivered.
"Fa-Fa-Faramir, do you mind telling me what this is all about?" Mieras yawned.
"I didn't want you in the city. Boromir has left and I was afraid Sauron might attack us again. Please, do not be mad at me. I did it for your own good," Faramir said, unloading her bags from her horse and putting them on his.
"Where did Boromir go?" Mieras asked, yawning again.
"Father heard of a rumor that the One Ring has been found and is in the safekeeping of Elrond. He's sent Boromir to bring it back."
"Why didn't he send you?"
"I... I don't know. Come on, we have to get going," Faramir muttered. He slapped her horse on the hindquarters and he took off, galloping back the way they had come from. Mieras yawned again as Faramir helped her into the saddle. Before long, she was asleep and they rode on.
The next morning, Mieras woke to the sounds of a stream. As she breathed in a deep breath, she tried to remember why she wasn't in her bed. Then it all rushed back to her, and she jerked up, instantly regreting it. Nearly half a day of sitting on a horse had rendered her muscles sore and weak and she had to brace herself against a tree to stand up. Making her way to the stream, she spotted Faramir perched on a rock jutting out over the stream. His bow rested on his lap and he was spinning an arrow with his fingers. Climbing up beside him, she sat down in the morning sun next to him.
"Where are we?" she asked, watching the water trickle over the stones.
"On the borders of Rohan," he said, the arrow spinning faster now.
"Rohan? But, thats miles and miles away from... Are you telling me we traveled the entire night?" Mieras asked, her eyes flashing in the light.
"We stopped about three hours ago. No one..." he began before stopping and motioning for her to be silent.
Mieras peered into the woods, searching for any sound. She was about to say something about him needing better ears than what he had when a glved hand clamped over her mouth from the woods behind her.
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rainbowelf-thanks for the tips the story is mostly in Mieras' POV, but I think it will probably switch every once in a while, but don't u dare let your sock steal my poor muffin! *does a gollum with precious muffin*
sugaricing-YES! I am EVIL! CLIFFIE!!!
cherryfaerie-He is mean to Faramir, isn't he? I don't know if you've seen the extended version yet, but that scene where they're talking to him is an added scene.
A/N: For some reason, I always end up deleting my stories b/c I hate where they're going, but I will do my best, in my opinion at least, to not do it and continue the story.
Now, the story....
Mieras hurridly threw clothes into a bag on her bed. Faramir hadn't had anytime to explain what was going on, but she had sensed his urgency. Now, barely ten minutes later, she stood in the center of her bedroom holding a change of clothes. It wasn't a dress; instead, she held a set of boys clothes tailored to fit her. Pulling her dress off, she pulled on the breeches and woolen shirt over her thin body. Her boots were next, followed by a belt. As she buckled it on, a long strand of hair fell in front of her eyes. She reached up and pulled out the long pin that held her hair back. It tumbled down her back, brushing below her shoulder blades. There were no mirrors in here, but she knew that it was matted and dirty from days huddled inside the palace while armies battled above. Deciding she would do something with it later, Mieras braided it into one plait down her back. Tying it with a strip of leather, she grabbed her bag and ran out the door towards the stables.
The stables were musty and hay-smelling, but luckily still intact. 'Luckily' Mieras thought, entering the stables. Faramir was already there, holding the reins to two large stallions. They were both dark brown, and each had a strip of white down its' front. He gave her the reins to the smaller of the two after she swung her cloak over her shoulders. Placing her hand over its nostrils, she shivered as the fine hairs brushed her wrist.
"Mieras! We must go!" Faramir said from his perch on his horse.
Mieras slung her bag across her chest and pulled herself into the saddle. Though this stallion was the smaller one, he was still almost a foot taller than her. Faramir saw she was ready and they both kicked their horses into a gallop.
As the sun sank into the distant mountains, the two figures on horseback galloped across an empty plain. In the distant city, horns could be heard raising the alarm for the two siblings. To their right, there was a forest, tall and old. Faramir saw this and turned his horse towards it.
Mieras saw Faramir turn towards the forest. Her body already ached and her throat was scratchy. Seeing him turm, she perked up slightly, hoping maybe they would stop soon. Somehow, as she wandered into thought, her horse slowed down and was now far behind Faramir, who was already at the forest. Shaking herself, she kicked him into a hard gallop and they flew across the remaining distance to Faramir. He had stopped and was standing on the ground next to his stallion. Nearly falling off, she tumbled to the ground next to him. Shaking herself, she forced her eyes to stay open. The sun had set now and the air was cold, and even with her cloak she shivered.
"Fa-Fa-Faramir, do you mind telling me what this is all about?" Mieras yawned.
"I didn't want you in the city. Boromir has left and I was afraid Sauron might attack us again. Please, do not be mad at me. I did it for your own good," Faramir said, unloading her bags from her horse and putting them on his.
"Where did Boromir go?" Mieras asked, yawning again.
"Father heard of a rumor that the One Ring has been found and is in the safekeeping of Elrond. He's sent Boromir to bring it back."
"Why didn't he send you?"
"I... I don't know. Come on, we have to get going," Faramir muttered. He slapped her horse on the hindquarters and he took off, galloping back the way they had come from. Mieras yawned again as Faramir helped her into the saddle. Before long, she was asleep and they rode on.
The next morning, Mieras woke to the sounds of a stream. As she breathed in a deep breath, she tried to remember why she wasn't in her bed. Then it all rushed back to her, and she jerked up, instantly regreting it. Nearly half a day of sitting on a horse had rendered her muscles sore and weak and she had to brace herself against a tree to stand up. Making her way to the stream, she spotted Faramir perched on a rock jutting out over the stream. His bow rested on his lap and he was spinning an arrow with his fingers. Climbing up beside him, she sat down in the morning sun next to him.
"Where are we?" she asked, watching the water trickle over the stones.
"On the borders of Rohan," he said, the arrow spinning faster now.
"Rohan? But, thats miles and miles away from... Are you telling me we traveled the entire night?" Mieras asked, her eyes flashing in the light.
"We stopped about three hours ago. No one..." he began before stopping and motioning for her to be silent.
Mieras peered into the woods, searching for any sound. She was about to say something about him needing better ears than what he had when a glved hand clamped over her mouth from the woods behind her.
Oooooooo.... ANOTHER cliffie! What will happen to them next.... ok and now a word from our sponsor.... *mini Legolas and Merry appear*
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