Disclaimer: Non possedere niente!…gotta love Italian!…
A/N: Okay, most of you will kill me, but I'm writing a Harry Potter fic (curls up in a ball and waits for the mob to throw stones), but IsawOliverWoodandwasinspiredand DON'T HURT MEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Time: On The Other Side Of The Gates
Holly stopped. Mornie was somewhat tired, but barely. She sat on his back, looking at the Gates of Gondor…her heart skipped. Was Boromir alright?…
…Boromir sat on his window ledge, gazing at the rising moon. The sling on his arm was nearly useless by now, but he wore it for his father. Denethor would worry and his health was too frail to risk anything. Boromir's heart was too frail to believe…
…Holly gulped. This was it…time to meet the In-laws. Time to come face to face with whether Boromir lived or died.
"With my luck, your dead," Holly said aloud. She nodded her head to Mornie and clicked her tongue. He sped off toward the Gates. This was it…The truth…
…Boromir's eyes searched the horizon. The fading sunlight was depressing. It reminded him of his fading hope. Even now, he imagined Holly at the Gates of Gondor…but, he had never seen an enormous wolf in her presence…the hallucinations were getting worse.
"Friend or foe?!" a guard hollered at a short, blonde woman at the entrance to the city. Boromir jolted to his feet. Faramir walked in with his brother's evening meal and was nearly knocked to his back as he ran from the room. Faramir yelled at him and followed.
… "I'm friend! A…friend of Boromir!" Holly yelled at the guard. He eyed her suspiciously and nodded. He shouted an order and the doors opened. City people stopped to look at her and all stepped aside. Mornie was very intimidating and so was this woman who wore pants and a sword at her side. She carried a very strange pack on her shoulder and even wore odd shoes!
Holly looked sullenly at the people as she passed. When she reached the steps to the castle of Gondor, a row of soldiers stepped in her path. She sighed…this wasn't going to be very hard, but it was annoying.
"I've let you pass. Now, I demand proof of your alliance!" the guard from the Gates yelled in her ear. Normally, this would scare a woman, but Holly just rolled her eyes. She held up her ring finger and they gasped.
"I'm Holly. Boromir's Holly," she said, peeved. The soldiers immediately moved out of her way and then closed ranks again when Mornie tried to follow. Holly turned around and yelled at him.
"Hey! Let him through! He's a friend! He's harmless…I think!" Holly spat at him. She stopped and smiled mischievously when Mornie jumped over them all with one easy leap. She turned around to congratulate the wolf and gasped, nearly tearing up…
"Holly…" Boromir said, paralyzed. She was right there, in front him. He had stopped, mid-stride. She was tattered and bruised…cuts and scrapes. Her eyes were just the same, though…
Faramir nearly ran into the back of his brother, but stopped when he noticed no one speaking. Not one voice rang out. The beautiful in front of them must have been Holly. She was almost as Faramir had imagined…the only difference was she had a big…frightening…wolf thing with her. Faramir back up slightly as Boromir stumbled forward…
…"Boromir! I thought you were dead!" Holly cried. She ran to him and felt him cringe as she pressed against his wound. Still, she wouldn't let go, but eased up slightly.
"I wasn't sure if your lungs still drew breath either," Boromir sobbed into her hair. They stood like that for what seemed hours. Warmth neither had felt for nearly two weeks. The uncertain cold of anxiety was replaced by the heat of affection…
…She's alive!
…He's alive!
…I love you, Holly…
…I love you, Boromir…
A/N: CHAPTER FIFTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!
A/N: Okay, most of you will kill me, but I'm writing a Harry Potter fic (curls up in a ball and waits for the mob to throw stones), but IsawOliverWoodandwasinspiredand DON'T HURT MEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Time: On The Other Side Of The Gates
Holly stopped. Mornie was somewhat tired, but barely. She sat on his back, looking at the Gates of Gondor…her heart skipped. Was Boromir alright?…
…Boromir sat on his window ledge, gazing at the rising moon. The sling on his arm was nearly useless by now, but he wore it for his father. Denethor would worry and his health was too frail to risk anything. Boromir's heart was too frail to believe…
…Holly gulped. This was it…time to meet the In-laws. Time to come face to face with whether Boromir lived or died.
"With my luck, your dead," Holly said aloud. She nodded her head to Mornie and clicked her tongue. He sped off toward the Gates. This was it…The truth…
…Boromir's eyes searched the horizon. The fading sunlight was depressing. It reminded him of his fading hope. Even now, he imagined Holly at the Gates of Gondor…but, he had never seen an enormous wolf in her presence…the hallucinations were getting worse.
"Friend or foe?!" a guard hollered at a short, blonde woman at the entrance to the city. Boromir jolted to his feet. Faramir walked in with his brother's evening meal and was nearly knocked to his back as he ran from the room. Faramir yelled at him and followed.
… "I'm friend! A…friend of Boromir!" Holly yelled at the guard. He eyed her suspiciously and nodded. He shouted an order and the doors opened. City people stopped to look at her and all stepped aside. Mornie was very intimidating and so was this woman who wore pants and a sword at her side. She carried a very strange pack on her shoulder and even wore odd shoes!
Holly looked sullenly at the people as she passed. When she reached the steps to the castle of Gondor, a row of soldiers stepped in her path. She sighed…this wasn't going to be very hard, but it was annoying.
"I've let you pass. Now, I demand proof of your alliance!" the guard from the Gates yelled in her ear. Normally, this would scare a woman, but Holly just rolled her eyes. She held up her ring finger and they gasped.
"I'm Holly. Boromir's Holly," she said, peeved. The soldiers immediately moved out of her way and then closed ranks again when Mornie tried to follow. Holly turned around and yelled at him.
"Hey! Let him through! He's a friend! He's harmless…I think!" Holly spat at him. She stopped and smiled mischievously when Mornie jumped over them all with one easy leap. She turned around to congratulate the wolf and gasped, nearly tearing up…
"Holly…" Boromir said, paralyzed. She was right there, in front him. He had stopped, mid-stride. She was tattered and bruised…cuts and scrapes. Her eyes were just the same, though…
Faramir nearly ran into the back of his brother, but stopped when he noticed no one speaking. Not one voice rang out. The beautiful in front of them must have been Holly. She was almost as Faramir had imagined…the only difference was she had a big…frightening…wolf thing with her. Faramir back up slightly as Boromir stumbled forward…
…"Boromir! I thought you were dead!" Holly cried. She ran to him and felt him cringe as she pressed against his wound. Still, she wouldn't let go, but eased up slightly.
"I wasn't sure if your lungs still drew breath either," Boromir sobbed into her hair. They stood like that for what seemed hours. Warmth neither had felt for nearly two weeks. The uncertain cold of anxiety was replaced by the heat of affection…
…She's alive!
…He's alive!
…I love you, Holly…
…I love you, Boromir…
A/N: CHAPTER FIFTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!