Authors: Lucy & Lakaren
Summary:
Disclaimer: No mine, no sue.
Warning: Adult Language. (* = Elvish Translation) We like reviews. (/(
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The company finally sat and rested, with time to converse and eat a small meal.
"It shall seem odd to an on-looker to spy such a band as ours," Gimli chuckled, "for, to one that did not know better, it would seem that we have women and children in our company."
Aragorn nodded, "Yes, it would seem so." He took a bite of the dry bread that he had been eating and went on, "I believe though, that these girls are far more capable of defending themselves that one might imagine."
Boromir chuckled then, as the three of them watched the girls and Halflings a ways off. "Rebecca has carried her possessions without hesitataion. She would allow me not to take on the burden in her stead." He had marveled at the tasks that the two girls had accomplished. The weight of the baggage on their backs nearly weighed as much as Merry or Pippin.
"Aye, both girls have done their share," Gimli commented.
"I do not believe that they will be a burden." Aragorn said, as he stared into the distance.
Merry and Pippin had been listening to the conversation of their elders and decided that the two newest additions to the group were worth investigating on their own.
Legolas was nearly bursting with anticipation. They lingered so close to the Golden Wood, he swore he could hear the fair voices singing the ancient tunes of Lorien. He began to hum to himself a tune written of Lorien and of the Nimrodel itself, as he gazed out across it's shallow waters.
Beck and Rae sat and ate hungrily from what had been salvaged of their food. They had long talked with Aragorn as they moved down the stream, and soon it would be the Hobbits' turn to ease their curiousity.
They girls sat perched on a wide boulder, near the waters edge. They began to speak quietly, trying to avoid at all costs being over-heard by any of the company.
"Does. . . all this seem a little. . . familiar to you?" Rae asked, her voice was under a whisper. She tightened the lace on her hiking boot and glanced around then, out of precaution.
"Like. . . the elf and the halfings?" Beck questioned in response.
"Yeah. And the Dwarf." Rae replied, glancing with a disgusted expression on her face to the dining dwarf.
"Don't you find it a little odd that these men. . . are dressed the way they are. And speak the way they do. . . and that they think that they are going to 'Lothlorien'?" Rae went on to say.
"Yeah. . . " Beck glanced over as well, spying Gimli as he ate. She grimaced, "Either they're hardcore-role players. . . or. . . "
The girls' eyes met. No. It couldn't be. Could it?
"We're in Middle-earth. . . "
The contact of their eyes sealed their agreement. Somehow they had been transported to the fictional world they had been fascinated with only a few years previous.
Frodo examined the two young ladies, guessing that they could be no older than Pippin. He watched them as they spoke. . . their arrival had temporarily lightened the burden on his mind. He, and the rest of the Fellowship, no doubt, found them utterly peculiar. He and Sam had been eating their dinner, slightly apart from the rest of the group. . . this was a common occurance.
Pippin and Merry hesitantly left the company and moved over to where the girls were sitting. They sat upon the earth, at the foot of the boulder. The Hobbits looked upon the girls with questioning eyes when finally Pippin spoke. "Where had you been traveling from?" he asked, afterwards breathing a relieved sigh. He had been curious to know more of these human girls since they had spotted them from the western banks of the Nimrodel.
Beck sighed and looked to Rae, her arms elevated as she worked to put her hair in a thick braid.
"We're not sure Pippin," Rae began, "because we can't remember much. The last thing I remember is falling into the water," she gestured at the Nimrodel, as she finished her half-lie.
He frowned in reponse, "Do you remember where you were going to?" his tone was hopeful.
"Not a thing," Rae frowned, wishing that they could share more with these interesting beings.
The girls were in awe, but knew that they had to mask any knowledge that they possessed. It was all too real. . . Their bodies ached and their stomachs craved a good meal. The evening air was cold and biting. This was Tolkien's world as he had described it. The girls were in Middle-earth. How this had happened, niether of them knew, but thus far, the urgency of the task at hand was very real. They knew that for their own well-being that to falter this quest would prove disasterous. . .
Rae excused herself, a definate task in mind. Beck bit her tongue and did not protest the ambandonment, feeling that she could hold her own with the Hobbits.
With some precaution, Rae slowly approached the Elf that was sitting off a ways from the others that were gathered.
Legolas smiled as he watched her draw near, "Greetings."
"Hullo," she smiled meekly, slowing her pace, "I just wanted to say th. . . " She paused, having momentarily lost her nerve, "Thank yo. . . "
He nodded before she had finished, waving his hand to gesture that he understood. "There is no need to express gratitude. One's life is dear, I merely did what was proper." And with that the subject was finished. "I ask once again, have the pair of you an adequate amount to eat? We shall offer what we can spare, if it is required." He did not smile, but his eyes showed his sincerity.
Rae shook her head no, "I think we have enough, I guess."
"Very well, then."
"What were you singing about?" Rae asked, surprising even herself. She had heard him whispering a tune as she had approached.
"The Nimrodel," he gestured, "It is very rich in lore. Its waters are essential to the fair folk of Lorien." He then smiled, which had become a common occurance when he was in the company of this timid human girl. "From these waters, many great things have come; for, now your beauty can be named among them."
Beck's eyes grazed the water, and she shivered at the thought of how cold it must have been. Her will outstood the Hobbits, and soon they ventured toward Frodo and Sam. Having no answers to their questions, she had become a temporary bore.
The night air carried a chilling breeze and the stone on which she sat grew cold. With a sigh, Beck decided that it would be best to rejoin the rest of her companions. As she moved from the rock, her foot barely touched the earth when a voice called to her.
"Why do you sit alone when there are others who wish to spend time in your company?" The deep voice asked.
Beck looked up and met the eyes of the Gondorian Captain. "Trying to stay out of the way. I'm sure you all have important things to discuss. . . " She replied somewhat sarcastically.
"Why do you assume that you are in the way?" Boromir asked, "Have we not shown you kindness?"
"Yes, you have. But, don't you ever want to be alone?" She asked in reply.
Boromir nodded then, and moved to return to Aragorn's side.
"Wait. . . I guess I could use a little company."
Boromir smiled, slightly, and turned to face her, "Very well." He gestured at the boulder for permission to sit, even though he would have one his own will anyway. "I see much worry in your eyes. I wish that you might remember something that could lead us to aid you. . ."
"I do too. . ." Beck said.
"Perhaps with time your memory will serve you better once again."
"Yes," she smirked to herself, "it may take some time. . ."
Summary:
Disclaimer: No mine, no sue.
Warning: Adult Language. (* = Elvish Translation) We like reviews. (/(
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The company finally sat and rested, with time to converse and eat a small meal.
"It shall seem odd to an on-looker to spy such a band as ours," Gimli chuckled, "for, to one that did not know better, it would seem that we have women and children in our company."
Aragorn nodded, "Yes, it would seem so." He took a bite of the dry bread that he had been eating and went on, "I believe though, that these girls are far more capable of defending themselves that one might imagine."
Boromir chuckled then, as the three of them watched the girls and Halflings a ways off. "Rebecca has carried her possessions without hesitataion. She would allow me not to take on the burden in her stead." He had marveled at the tasks that the two girls had accomplished. The weight of the baggage on their backs nearly weighed as much as Merry or Pippin.
"Aye, both girls have done their share," Gimli commented.
"I do not believe that they will be a burden." Aragorn said, as he stared into the distance.
Merry and Pippin had been listening to the conversation of their elders and decided that the two newest additions to the group were worth investigating on their own.
Legolas was nearly bursting with anticipation. They lingered so close to the Golden Wood, he swore he could hear the fair voices singing the ancient tunes of Lorien. He began to hum to himself a tune written of Lorien and of the Nimrodel itself, as he gazed out across it's shallow waters.
Beck and Rae sat and ate hungrily from what had been salvaged of their food. They had long talked with Aragorn as they moved down the stream, and soon it would be the Hobbits' turn to ease their curiousity.
They girls sat perched on a wide boulder, near the waters edge. They began to speak quietly, trying to avoid at all costs being over-heard by any of the company.
"Does. . . all this seem a little. . . familiar to you?" Rae asked, her voice was under a whisper. She tightened the lace on her hiking boot and glanced around then, out of precaution.
"Like. . . the elf and the halfings?" Beck questioned in response.
"Yeah. And the Dwarf." Rae replied, glancing with a disgusted expression on her face to the dining dwarf.
"Don't you find it a little odd that these men. . . are dressed the way they are. And speak the way they do. . . and that they think that they are going to 'Lothlorien'?" Rae went on to say.
"Yeah. . . " Beck glanced over as well, spying Gimli as he ate. She grimaced, "Either they're hardcore-role players. . . or. . . "
The girls' eyes met. No. It couldn't be. Could it?
"We're in Middle-earth. . . "
The contact of their eyes sealed their agreement. Somehow they had been transported to the fictional world they had been fascinated with only a few years previous.
Frodo examined the two young ladies, guessing that they could be no older than Pippin. He watched them as they spoke. . . their arrival had temporarily lightened the burden on his mind. He, and the rest of the Fellowship, no doubt, found them utterly peculiar. He and Sam had been eating their dinner, slightly apart from the rest of the group. . . this was a common occurance.
Pippin and Merry hesitantly left the company and moved over to where the girls were sitting. They sat upon the earth, at the foot of the boulder. The Hobbits looked upon the girls with questioning eyes when finally Pippin spoke. "Where had you been traveling from?" he asked, afterwards breathing a relieved sigh. He had been curious to know more of these human girls since they had spotted them from the western banks of the Nimrodel.
Beck sighed and looked to Rae, her arms elevated as she worked to put her hair in a thick braid.
"We're not sure Pippin," Rae began, "because we can't remember much. The last thing I remember is falling into the water," she gestured at the Nimrodel, as she finished her half-lie.
He frowned in reponse, "Do you remember where you were going to?" his tone was hopeful.
"Not a thing," Rae frowned, wishing that they could share more with these interesting beings.
The girls were in awe, but knew that they had to mask any knowledge that they possessed. It was all too real. . . Their bodies ached and their stomachs craved a good meal. The evening air was cold and biting. This was Tolkien's world as he had described it. The girls were in Middle-earth. How this had happened, niether of them knew, but thus far, the urgency of the task at hand was very real. They knew that for their own well-being that to falter this quest would prove disasterous. . .
Rae excused herself, a definate task in mind. Beck bit her tongue and did not protest the ambandonment, feeling that she could hold her own with the Hobbits.
With some precaution, Rae slowly approached the Elf that was sitting off a ways from the others that were gathered.
Legolas smiled as he watched her draw near, "Greetings."
"Hullo," she smiled meekly, slowing her pace, "I just wanted to say th. . . " She paused, having momentarily lost her nerve, "Thank yo. . . "
He nodded before she had finished, waving his hand to gesture that he understood. "There is no need to express gratitude. One's life is dear, I merely did what was proper." And with that the subject was finished. "I ask once again, have the pair of you an adequate amount to eat? We shall offer what we can spare, if it is required." He did not smile, but his eyes showed his sincerity.
Rae shook her head no, "I think we have enough, I guess."
"Very well, then."
"What were you singing about?" Rae asked, surprising even herself. She had heard him whispering a tune as she had approached.
"The Nimrodel," he gestured, "It is very rich in lore. Its waters are essential to the fair folk of Lorien." He then smiled, which had become a common occurance when he was in the company of this timid human girl. "From these waters, many great things have come; for, now your beauty can be named among them."
Beck's eyes grazed the water, and she shivered at the thought of how cold it must have been. Her will outstood the Hobbits, and soon they ventured toward Frodo and Sam. Having no answers to their questions, she had become a temporary bore.
The night air carried a chilling breeze and the stone on which she sat grew cold. With a sigh, Beck decided that it would be best to rejoin the rest of her companions. As she moved from the rock, her foot barely touched the earth when a voice called to her.
"Why do you sit alone when there are others who wish to spend time in your company?" The deep voice asked.
Beck looked up and met the eyes of the Gondorian Captain. "Trying to stay out of the way. I'm sure you all have important things to discuss. . . " She replied somewhat sarcastically.
"Why do you assume that you are in the way?" Boromir asked, "Have we not shown you kindness?"
"Yes, you have. But, don't you ever want to be alone?" She asked in reply.
Boromir nodded then, and moved to return to Aragorn's side.
"Wait. . . I guess I could use a little company."
Boromir smiled, slightly, and turned to face her, "Very well." He gestured at the boulder for permission to sit, even though he would have one his own will anyway. "I see much worry in your eyes. I wish that you might remember something that could lead us to aid you. . ."
"I do too. . ." Beck said.
"Perhaps with time your memory will serve you better once again."
"Yes," she smirked to herself, "it may take some time. . ."
