Time: The Big Day I
A/N: WHOO HOLLY AND BOROMIR GETTAN' MARRIED!!!! :DDDDD
YEAH!!!!!! *gruuvs* (")...(^"^)...(>")> -- Yeah o.o;; that's
me gruuvin'....
Holly awoke with a groan and looked over at what she thought would be an alarm clock, but instead was an empty bottle of ale. "Denethor...Pub... Ale...Party... Hangover..." Holly whined, remembering that last night she and the guys (Aragorn, Boromir, hobbits, Denethor, Faramir, Thorn, and all those men...except for Legolas...that damned elf has a stick up his ass or something: never parties...) and oddly enough the only thing she remembers is dancing on the bar with Denethor...Her hand went limp and she shoved her face back down into the pillow, damning Middle Earth for not having an alarm clock for her to throw. Then, squinting over at the glass bottle on her night stand, she shrugged and reached for it. Stuffing her face back into the pillow, she groggily threw it against the wall and heard a satisfying shatter.
"Throwing stuff...the natural Motrin," Rachel chuckled from the balcony. She leaned against the railing, a silken dress folded neatly over her arm, airing in the late morning breeze. Holly lifted her head and rolled over, nearly falling off the bed, to look a t the elf.
"Damnit," she sighed, "okay okay, what time is it?"
"Time for you to get up. It's eleven," Rachel said, throwing a bottle of pain killers at Holly. Holly, having just been hit on the head, threw a string of vibrant curses at Rachel, who laughed and gave Holly a glass of water for the pills.
"What?! There's only one in here!" Holly explained, discouraged. Rachel ignored her and continued to lay out Holly's clothing for the day to come. Heels. Veil. Make up. Sash. Dress. Train...Holly shrugged at the water, threw it on her head, and downed the pill straight from the bottle, just then noticing it was an orange prescription bottle. Checking the label, she saw it was Hydrocodone, a very powerful pain killer.
"Hey, Rae...why do you have these? I don't remember you getting hurt," Holly trailed off, looking concernedly at her friend. Rachel smiled warily and sat down on the floor in her velvet and leather tunic.
"Ever since I left the force, I've gotten migraines. It's no big deal. I'm basically over them." Holly watched her friend suspiciously as she put her hands behind her head and closed her eyes, content in resting against Holly's wall.
"Fine, be content you crazy bastard. Damnit, you're so hard to decipher," Holly sighed, getting up and stretching. Almost immediately she heard a chuckle from the corner of her room and then glanced at her enterage of clothing and...HEELS?!?!?!?!!?
"NO! I REFUSE!" Holly said, tripping backwards. Rachel broke into guffaws and Holly looked at her, petrified, remembering how many stairs she fell down and how many bruises she got last time she tried to wear them for Boromir. Rachel stood and slinked to the bed, grabbing the shoes and swaying them in the air in front of Holly.
"NO! VIVE LA RESISTANCE!!!!" Holly screamed, scrambling out the door on her hands and knees, completely forgetting the pounding she felt in her temples. Rachel threw the shoes out into the hallway and heard her human friend squeak in fright as they sailed toward her. Laughing, the elf shook her head and fell to the floor in contentment. She smiled up at the ceiling, her arms spread like eagle wings.
A few moments passed when she heard the soft padding of an animal come toward the door. Shifting her head in that direction, she saw a black, silky mug come into view as Mornie walked in, panting leisurely. The oversized wolf looked around and whined a little, his tail falling to his legs.
"Looking for Holly?"
Mornie bit the air in acknowledgment.
"She went that-a-way." Rachel pointed toward the courtyards and Mornie leaped from the balcony, landing squarely some two hundred feet below Holly's room. Rachel stood and leaned over the railing, and whistled seeing Mornie gallop off toward Holly's scent.
"Damn! I wish I could do that..."
~*~
Holly ran down the hallway and away from the:
"Fucking shoes from HELL!!!" she yelled right before she made her way down another set of stairs. She jumped them two, three, four at a time. Upon reaching the soft grasses of the courtyards, she collapsed, gasping for air and staring at the blue sky and colorful butterflies gliding above the flowers. Almost instantly, a warmth cascaded over her body, overwhelming her chest and stomach and neck until it finally found her face and made her smile and laugh for no noticeable reason. And then, the words escaped her, loud and strong.
"I'M GETTING MARRIED! WHOOOOOO HOOO!!!!!!" she yelled, listening to her words bounce off the stone terraces of Gondor. Afterward she conducted her silent orchestra, singing this long since forgotten tune:
"HOLLY AND BOROMIR SITTIN' IN A TREE
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
FIRST COMES LOVE
THEN COMES MARRIAGE
THEN COMES THE BABY IN A BABY CARRIAGE...er...*cough* or whatever they
cart their kids around in..."
Holly sighed and put her hands behind her head, imagining the life she was going to be leading after that night. So much different than the life she had left behind...but...in so many ways, so akin to it. She smiled with a warm tint in her eyes. This was going to be the best thing that had ever or would ever happen to her.
All of a sudden, a wet, cold nose pressed against her cheek and Holly squeaked in surprise as Mornie nudged her playfully, smiling in his wolven way. Holly stood and giggled as the wolf jumped around her in happiness, understanding why she was so excited and joyous. Mornie wanted to share that feeling with her.
"Mornie, you nut!" Holly yelled, tackling him and
wrestling with her canine friend. Pure happiness. Yep. That's what it was.
Pure happiness.
~*~
Boromir breathed in the fresh air as it invaded his chambers. These rooms would no longer be his after the night's events. The steward's chambers would be passed to him and if Aragorn chose to stay, the King's chambers would of course be his. It was a gracious thing and Boromir intended to spend every moment...eve--
A tear slid down his cheek and he smiled through
this happiest of sorrows. Holly was his. It was...just beyond his grasp
of imagining. Holly was his...and she would be forever.
A/N: Hey :D This is dedicated to LittleSaiyanGirl who has always read
my story and been a great motivator! ^_^ Thanks! (And Holly, my story conceptionist-pal-person?
You know that this is all because you bugged me enough! Thanks to you too!)