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A/N: Hi.
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Faramir had been meaning to talk to Rachel. She had said hat they'd be there in abut two days or less. Faramir had overheard her talking to Holly. They had already taken Orthanc and Gandalf made sure that Saruman wouldn't cause anymore trouble. But still. She seemed disturbed by something. Legolas, no doubt. Faramir, being the youngest and most inquisitive wanted to know more. "Rachel!" he yelled, catching her attention as she practiced throwing her stars. She turned around and smiled sadly. "Yeah?" "I was hoping to talk to you." "About?" "Well.Legolas." Rachel's eyes widened and she seemed to momentarily stop breathing. Her hand shook slightly and she blinked a few times before nodding. "Yes?" "Tell me about him! Boromir gave poor descriptions of everyone in your party," Faramir lied. He was just hoping for some new piece of information to store away in his journals. "Um.what do you want to know? Appearance, skill, lineage, accomplishments?" ".Appearance." Faramir knew this was something most women hung up on. He grinned at his own cleverness. "Golden silver hair to his shoulder blades. His eyes are blue, but angry thoughts makes them ebony. He is lean and tall with a defined jaw. He moves swiftly and quietly and always has control over his actions as far as I've seen," she said to him. She didn't want to think of the elf. That was the least detail she could give Faramir. Anymore and he'd know what she felt and just how strongly. Rachel accidentally on purpose forgot to mention that his neck was finely sculpted and his ears were one of the very things that teased her so. She also didn't say aloud that his arms were strong, but his hands were gentle. And that his lips tasted of honey and his eyes mesmerized her and his posture made her feel weak and his silence made her wish she was his and. "Are you alright?!" Faramir yelled astonished. Rachel had fallen on her knees. Her breathing was hard and jagged. The young man thought he had hurt her, but she remedied that thought by immediately standing. Too many thoughts. They had been getting worse and more desperate. Every time her mind roamed to Leg--. another quake of her body. "Uh huh. I'm dehydrated.I just need some water." And Legolas, if he still lives.
A/N: As you can see..I'm speeding through this extremely fast..I don't wanna write much right now, but I've pumped out ten chapters in twenty four hours.huh.strange.
A/N: Hi.
Time: Blah
Faramir had been meaning to talk to Rachel. She had said hat they'd be there in abut two days or less. Faramir had overheard her talking to Holly. They had already taken Orthanc and Gandalf made sure that Saruman wouldn't cause anymore trouble. But still. She seemed disturbed by something. Legolas, no doubt. Faramir, being the youngest and most inquisitive wanted to know more. "Rachel!" he yelled, catching her attention as she practiced throwing her stars. She turned around and smiled sadly. "Yeah?" "I was hoping to talk to you." "About?" "Well.Legolas." Rachel's eyes widened and she seemed to momentarily stop breathing. Her hand shook slightly and she blinked a few times before nodding. "Yes?" "Tell me about him! Boromir gave poor descriptions of everyone in your party," Faramir lied. He was just hoping for some new piece of information to store away in his journals. "Um.what do you want to know? Appearance, skill, lineage, accomplishments?" ".Appearance." Faramir knew this was something most women hung up on. He grinned at his own cleverness. "Golden silver hair to his shoulder blades. His eyes are blue, but angry thoughts makes them ebony. He is lean and tall with a defined jaw. He moves swiftly and quietly and always has control over his actions as far as I've seen," she said to him. She didn't want to think of the elf. That was the least detail she could give Faramir. Anymore and he'd know what she felt and just how strongly. Rachel accidentally on purpose forgot to mention that his neck was finely sculpted and his ears were one of the very things that teased her so. She also didn't say aloud that his arms were strong, but his hands were gentle. And that his lips tasted of honey and his eyes mesmerized her and his posture made her feel weak and his silence made her wish she was his and. "Are you alright?!" Faramir yelled astonished. Rachel had fallen on her knees. Her breathing was hard and jagged. The young man thought he had hurt her, but she remedied that thought by immediately standing. Too many thoughts. They had been getting worse and more desperate. Every time her mind roamed to Leg--. another quake of her body. "Uh huh. I'm dehydrated.I just need some water." And Legolas, if he still lives.
A/N: As you can see..I'm speeding through this extremely fast..I don't wanna write much right now, but I've pumped out ten chapters in twenty four hours.huh.strange.