Time: Reflection
A/N: This chapter was requested…
Boromir: He never would have thought he'd love this woman so much. It
hit him in an instant. One truthful moment in the wood. Her screams were
what brought him back. She had saved him and then he realized that his
friendly view upon her had become more. And here they were…at a feast…of
betrothal…
Holly: Ever since she was young, fifteen or so, she had loved him. Reading
the books, watching the movies. Boromir had always been her favorite. Her
computer was littered with movie shots of him and she wrote short stories.
Years passed and she slowly forgot until one fateful night in a pasture.
He had been real, the entire time! Alive! And, hiding her love of his character,
she watched, knew when and where to save him. This made her realize…she
didn't want the books to remain true. She wanted her love to be real…
Pippin/Merry/Aragorn/other people I don't want to name: They came from
nowhere, but were something special to them all. Their skills, love, and
strength guided the Fellowship through unseen dangers and even led two
lucky men to their hearts. How would this all fold out? No one knew…except
for them. Rachel and Holly had the answers tucked away inside their minds.
Holly, with her swift sword and robust personality made everyone shine.
She always was cheerful, despite the terror. She was bright…and the hobbits
always thought "full of the Shire." Rachel was lightening up…but before
she had been mean, tedious, and not without a brutal fierceness that sent
any foe scampering. Her deadly aim and sharp whitted "martial arts" got
them out of one mess. And then, something changed. She became gentle and
finally they all understood. Legolas. It was amusing to see the meanie
fall for the elf (obviously Pippin's thought)…and now, all was right as
rain…wasn't it?
Legolas: She was there…alive, breathing, warm, pulsing, fighting, strong…But
he knew she had to be an illusion. A trick of the eye brought on by seering
passion and the will to love. Legolas watched her, listened to her breathe
and felt weak at her presence. It was real…his love was real…
Rachel: She never thought she'd love again. So many men destroyed. Anyone
she touched melted into a cascade of torment. She was the acursed hand
of Minos and slowly her heart, she was touching. How could sh love a character
in a play? In a book or movie? It seemed unethical and highly unreal. But
he was real. He plagued her mind, invaded her soul and she let him, complied
to his every whim. Legolas was all and more than what she needed, wanted,
dreamed. And everyone else around her melted…into a cascade of torment…
A/N: Yeah…bleh…*ehem* leaving now…