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A/N: hehehe.I'm listening to the Moffats now.they look like they're fifteen.quadruplets.from Canada.hehehahaho.
Time: Tantrum
It was finally time to see if the two women had survived. Gimli, Aragorn, and Legolas rode to Gondor as hast as their steeds could carry them. All of them were worried, but none as frantic as Legolas. He was reckless. The day before, he had nearly tripped on a log as evident as the sun. Too many thoughts. Rachel. She had to be there! Again, Legolas asked himself what he would do if he saw her. He physically wasn't able to just walk up to her and say, "Hello, how have you faired?" There.there had to be something more behind what she felt in return! If she still felt at all. "Do not think of death," Aragorn said to the elf, reading his mind. The prince shook his head and nodded. Gondor was in the horizon.no more than a hour's hard galloping. Legolas pushed Nardil, his mare, to her fullest run. The horse gladly complied and sped away. The others ran as well.
"Rachel? Rachel!" Holly yelled, walking around the courtyard. Boromir came up behind her and hugged her tight. Holly squealed in shock. "Hello, love." "Don't do that!" Holly yelled at him. The steward laughed and kissed her cheek gently. "I hacen't found Rachel. Why do you need her so?" "Today is when the others arrive, she said. I thought she'd want to be here when they got here, that's all," Holly explained. Boromir tickled her ribs and she shrieked, pulling away form him. "Tag, you're it!" he said to her, running away after ruffling her hair. Holly yelled at him again and laughed as she chased him around the courtyard playfully, completely forgetting about her missing friend.
Rachel, whatever Holly had thought, hadn't forgotten about Legolas and the others. She had mounted Mordil early that morning and rode to a small village where they were to first arrive. Faramir, for some reason, followed. He never spoke a word to her and she didn't seem to notice or care that he appeared to be tied to her with a thread. "Rachel." "Hmm." "My name is Bob and I come from the Southern Hills of Mount Goathoof. I've come to ask you for your hand in marrige," Faramir said irritably. Rachel didn't even look at him. "I'm busy, not deaf," she said, sitting poised and ready on top of Mordil. "Doing what?! You haven't moved in an hour or more!" he yelled at her. Rachel snapped her head toward the younger brother of Boromir and smiled evilly. "Would you rather me do something else? I'll fight against you. Test your skills against me. My primary weapon may not be a sword, but I'm more than able to beat your ass to the ground," she said, smiling at him. Every man who heard stepped away. Rachel was not one to be trifled with when she was stressed. Faramir, however, didn't quite understand that right off the bat. "Fine then! I challenge you here and now! If you get off that blasted horse and looked at me!" he screamed. Rachel closed her eyes to shut out some of the rage, but that wasn't possible. Let's just say it was a good thing that Faramir had really good armor on. "Very well then." Rachel got off her horse and set all of her weapons aside. Faramir was expecting her to draw a sword, but she didn't. "A weapon against my hands. Let's see how good you really are," she said to him. Faramir gulped.an excuse.any excuse. "I would hurt you," he said lamely. Rachel laughed evilly, throwing her head back. "I've been up against worse, boy! And trust me, when I feel as I do, I'm more likely to break my leg trying to crack a tree trunk!" she growled. Faramir nodded nervously and drew his sword. "So be it," he said, running at her. Rachel stood, unmoving until he was almost on top of her. Immediately, she flipped him over her shoulder. He was in shock for a moment, but immediately stood again and swung his blade down toward her face. The elf, smiling cruely the entire time, lifted her hands and caught the steel between them. "You.you are good," Faramir said, realizing what he had gotten himself into. Rachel, still holding the sword nodded. "Now, it's my turn to be on the offensive," she told him lethally. Faramir barely had time to gasp when she spun and kicked him across the camp. Becoming an elf made her fighting skills that much better. And her temper that much worse. She stood still and waited for him to stand. Then slowly began to run at him. She wasn't meaning to kill him, but he didn't know that and nearly screamed when her hand went right through the tree next to his head. Hyperventilating, Faramir slid to the forest floor. Meridel sprinted to them and examined the large dent in the young one's armor. Rachel soldiers stared at her while Meridel got Faramir out of the way. And just in time. Rachel roared, ripped her hand from the bark and kicked the oak with so much force it was knocked over immiediately. "That tree was at least three centuries old! I thought elves were caring folk!" a soldier cried out. "Well, I'm not like other elves," Rachel growled. She walked away and Mordil came up behind her, nudging her shoulder gently. Rachel looked at the ground, emotions overwhelming her. She sighed, pushed them away and moutned her stallion without looking at the others. "What did she mean by that?" Meridel asked as soon as she was out of sight. Faramir swallowed hard and shook his head slightly. "All I know is that she was human and lived.somewhere else. I.I can't figure anything else out. But, I do know that something tragic happened to her.really horrific."
Rachel walked around outside the village for a while with Mordil beside her. She was trying to find a stream for him to drink from. From a distance, horses' hooves could be heard, but Legolas was still several leagues away. Sometimes Rachel hated her new life. Her senses were almost misleading. And they also made her feel.guilty. Her boys.every last one of them.dead. And it was her fault and now she got to live forever?! How was that fair?! Not only that, but she had super senses.immunity to disease and all of these things that she didn't deserve. If anyone did it was her troop. She would have rather died that day.the look on those boys' faces when they died.so much loyalty to their leader. "IT IS NOT FAIR!!!" she yelled, kicking another giant tree to the floor. Mordil jumped away, frightened. He had never seen her so furried. No one had. Her glistened with death. She had to wait not much longer until the war broke out. She wanted to kill so badly that when a small rabbit passed by the grove she stood in, Rachel nearly lunged at it and ripped its head off. "If only I should die in battle."
A/N: This took me about three weeks.I hate missions.I've no time to write lately.but I'll try to pick up the pace.
A/N: hehehe.I'm listening to the Moffats now.they look like they're fifteen.quadruplets.from Canada.hehehahaho.
Time: Tantrum
It was finally time to see if the two women had survived. Gimli, Aragorn, and Legolas rode to Gondor as hast as their steeds could carry them. All of them were worried, but none as frantic as Legolas. He was reckless. The day before, he had nearly tripped on a log as evident as the sun. Too many thoughts. Rachel. She had to be there! Again, Legolas asked himself what he would do if he saw her. He physically wasn't able to just walk up to her and say, "Hello, how have you faired?" There.there had to be something more behind what she felt in return! If she still felt at all. "Do not think of death," Aragorn said to the elf, reading his mind. The prince shook his head and nodded. Gondor was in the horizon.no more than a hour's hard galloping. Legolas pushed Nardil, his mare, to her fullest run. The horse gladly complied and sped away. The others ran as well.
"Rachel? Rachel!" Holly yelled, walking around the courtyard. Boromir came up behind her and hugged her tight. Holly squealed in shock. "Hello, love." "Don't do that!" Holly yelled at him. The steward laughed and kissed her cheek gently. "I hacen't found Rachel. Why do you need her so?" "Today is when the others arrive, she said. I thought she'd want to be here when they got here, that's all," Holly explained. Boromir tickled her ribs and she shrieked, pulling away form him. "Tag, you're it!" he said to her, running away after ruffling her hair. Holly yelled at him again and laughed as she chased him around the courtyard playfully, completely forgetting about her missing friend.
Rachel, whatever Holly had thought, hadn't forgotten about Legolas and the others. She had mounted Mordil early that morning and rode to a small village where they were to first arrive. Faramir, for some reason, followed. He never spoke a word to her and she didn't seem to notice or care that he appeared to be tied to her with a thread. "Rachel." "Hmm." "My name is Bob and I come from the Southern Hills of Mount Goathoof. I've come to ask you for your hand in marrige," Faramir said irritably. Rachel didn't even look at him. "I'm busy, not deaf," she said, sitting poised and ready on top of Mordil. "Doing what?! You haven't moved in an hour or more!" he yelled at her. Rachel snapped her head toward the younger brother of Boromir and smiled evilly. "Would you rather me do something else? I'll fight against you. Test your skills against me. My primary weapon may not be a sword, but I'm more than able to beat your ass to the ground," she said, smiling at him. Every man who heard stepped away. Rachel was not one to be trifled with when she was stressed. Faramir, however, didn't quite understand that right off the bat. "Fine then! I challenge you here and now! If you get off that blasted horse and looked at me!" he screamed. Rachel closed her eyes to shut out some of the rage, but that wasn't possible. Let's just say it was a good thing that Faramir had really good armor on. "Very well then." Rachel got off her horse and set all of her weapons aside. Faramir was expecting her to draw a sword, but she didn't. "A weapon against my hands. Let's see how good you really are," she said to him. Faramir gulped.an excuse.any excuse. "I would hurt you," he said lamely. Rachel laughed evilly, throwing her head back. "I've been up against worse, boy! And trust me, when I feel as I do, I'm more likely to break my leg trying to crack a tree trunk!" she growled. Faramir nodded nervously and drew his sword. "So be it," he said, running at her. Rachel stood, unmoving until he was almost on top of her. Immediately, she flipped him over her shoulder. He was in shock for a moment, but immediately stood again and swung his blade down toward her face. The elf, smiling cruely the entire time, lifted her hands and caught the steel between them. "You.you are good," Faramir said, realizing what he had gotten himself into. Rachel, still holding the sword nodded. "Now, it's my turn to be on the offensive," she told him lethally. Faramir barely had time to gasp when she spun and kicked him across the camp. Becoming an elf made her fighting skills that much better. And her temper that much worse. She stood still and waited for him to stand. Then slowly began to run at him. She wasn't meaning to kill him, but he didn't know that and nearly screamed when her hand went right through the tree next to his head. Hyperventilating, Faramir slid to the forest floor. Meridel sprinted to them and examined the large dent in the young one's armor. Rachel soldiers stared at her while Meridel got Faramir out of the way. And just in time. Rachel roared, ripped her hand from the bark and kicked the oak with so much force it was knocked over immiediately. "That tree was at least three centuries old! I thought elves were caring folk!" a soldier cried out. "Well, I'm not like other elves," Rachel growled. She walked away and Mordil came up behind her, nudging her shoulder gently. Rachel looked at the ground, emotions overwhelming her. She sighed, pushed them away and moutned her stallion without looking at the others. "What did she mean by that?" Meridel asked as soon as she was out of sight. Faramir swallowed hard and shook his head slightly. "All I know is that she was human and lived.somewhere else. I.I can't figure anything else out. But, I do know that something tragic happened to her.really horrific."
Rachel walked around outside the village for a while with Mordil beside her. She was trying to find a stream for him to drink from. From a distance, horses' hooves could be heard, but Legolas was still several leagues away. Sometimes Rachel hated her new life. Her senses were almost misleading. And they also made her feel.guilty. Her boys.every last one of them.dead. And it was her fault and now she got to live forever?! How was that fair?! Not only that, but she had super senses.immunity to disease and all of these things that she didn't deserve. If anyone did it was her troop. She would have rather died that day.the look on those boys' faces when they died.so much loyalty to their leader. "IT IS NOT FAIR!!!" she yelled, kicking another giant tree to the floor. Mordil jumped away, frightened. He had never seen her so furried. No one had. Her glistened with death. She had to wait not much longer until the war broke out. She wanted to kill so badly that when a small rabbit passed by the grove she stood in, Rachel nearly lunged at it and ripped its head off. "If only I should die in battle."
A/N: This took me about three weeks.I hate missions.I've no time to write lately.but I'll try to pick up the pace.