-THE GAMES OF THE GODS-
-Disclaimer:-
Glorfindel: Well, Crimson Starlight's still out flat from the last disclaimer, when Manwë decided to grace us with his presence. He's gone now, so the disclaimer this chapter falls to whoever wants to do it - which means I will probably be doing it.
Mandos: If you don't want to, I could do it.
Glorfindel: ...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! *runs away*
Rachel: *peers after him* I think he's still a little paranoid about the last time he saw you.
Mandos: I don't know why. I let him come back...
Gandalf: But dieing can be rather traumatic.
Mandos: I suppose. I have never expierienced it, myself, so I shall have to take your word for it.
Rachel: And mine. Dieing is traumatic. Very traumatic.
Mandos: Very well then. If you say so.
Gandalf: Indeed. Crimson Starlight owns nothing.
CS: *mumbles* Except the coconuts that grow on the purple monkey farm...
Mandos and Gandalf: ...
Rachel: She's always like that, just ignore her.
-35: Packing-
As soon as Sam, Frodo, Bilbo and I showed our faces in the dining hall after the Council, we were ambushed by Merry and Pippin, who were both demanding to know what had gone on in the Council. Bilbo managed to put them off by saying it was a lot of talk and nothing else, and so were able to eat. I fell to with as much gusto as the hobbits that had been at the council, much to the amusement of many of the Elves. When I finished, Elladan appeared and announced that Elrond wanted to see me. So, with a promise to the hobbits to be back later, I got up and followed Elladan...back to the place where the council had been held. Most of those that had been there had cleared out, and now only Gandalf, Glorfindel, and Elrond remained, while Elrohir had recently joined them, and Elladan looked as if he was planning on staying, as well.
"Well, Rachel, you have been to the council you so badly wanted to attend, and now it is time to set a date for your departure. Yet now that the council has finished, I think perhaps you requested to stay until after the council for a reason?" Elrond shot me an amused look as he finished speaking.
"All I know is messengers will be going out. Other than that, from now until December 25th is a blank." I said, holding up my hands in defense.
"And yet you still need to be sent to Lothlorien to stop slips like that from happening." Gandalf said with a small smile. I blink at him, then winced slightly as I realized what I'd just done.
"Whoops. Good thing I already agreed to go to Lothlorien, then, yes?" I said, arching an eyebrow.
"Yes, good thing indeed." Elrond said with a small frown. "When do you wish to leave?"
"How long does it take to get ready for the journey?" I asked in reply. Elrond gave me an amused look.
"Four days, then?" he suggested.
"Sounds good to me!" I replied cheerfully, then paused thoughtfully. "How long does it take to get to Lothlorien, anyways?"
"It depends on the pace we set." Glorfindel replied. "Two weeks to a year."
"A year?" I asked, arching an eyebrow. "That would be going, what, one step a day?"
"Just about." Glorfindel replied. I blinked at him.
"Did you just make a joke? You just made a joke. Have you been drinking?" I asked. Glorfindel rolled his eyes.
"After what happened the last time I drank, I am not particularly eager to do so again." he said. That touched a nerve, and I was about to retort, but Elrond cut me off.
"Enough! You two shall have plenty of time for your banter on the journey to Lothlorien." he said, glancing between Glorfindel and me sternly. In the background, I distinctly heard a snicker, and I turned and arched an eyebrow at the twins, one of which, I knew, was the culprit. Both looked back innocently, and I absently wondered if they'd snickered in unison.
"Now, you had best go ready yourselves for the journey. And Rachel, you will need a new horse." Elrond said.
"What's wrong with Black Thunder?" I protested.
"While she does show attributes of her ancestor," Glorfindel said dryly, "She is far too loud. The roads have only become more dangerous since you and Boromir traveled them, especially with Saruman betraying us, and I refuse to escort someone who makes more noise than an army of orcs."
"Hey! And army of orcs is louder than Thunder!" I said with a scowl.
"And how would you know?" Glorfindel asked, arching an eyebrow. I arched an eyebrow back at him.
"How do you think I would know?" I asked. Silence fell for a moment as everyone figured out what I meant, and then Gandalf cleared his throat.
"You have hardly had Black Thunder for a long enough time to become emotionally attached." he pointed out.
"Yeah, I know. It was the principal of the thing, though." I replied with a shrug. Gandalf sighed. "What? The council was boring!"
"Then why did you go?" Gandalf asked.
"So I can say I was there." I replied with a grin. "After Kari's done killing me, she will be rather jealous."
"I'm sure." Elrohir commented dryly. I glanced over at him, but Elrond butted in again before I could say anything.
"Four days, and with a new horse." He declared. "Now go pack." He gave me a glare, and I curtseyed as politely as I could manage before dashing out of the room with a grin on my face. I heard his sigh as I left.
It occurred to me, once I had reached my room, that the twins had been acting as if they knew that I knew about the future, and I recalled quite clearly NOT mentioning that knowledge when I'd come back to Rivendell. With a low growl, I decided that Elrond had probably told them. Somewhat sulkily, I wondered who else he had told without asking me, and then pushed those thoughts aside to begin packing. The hobbits found me later as I was still packing, and immediately wanted to know what I was doing. When I explained, they got very sad and pulled the hobbit-puppy-dog-eyes on me. If it hadn't been for the fact that I knew Elrond would make me go even if I didn't want to, I probably would have decided not to go right then and there. Instead, I carefully explained to them that I had to go visit a friend that I hadn't seen in over 800 years.
"And anyways," I said with a small, conspiratorial smile, "I'll be seeing you again in four months."
"You'll be coming back?" Pippin asked brightly.
"No, you'll be visiting me." I said. The hobbits all looked at each other in confusion.
"We will?" Merry asked.
"Yes. And don't tell anyone I told you that. Especially Gandalf." I said, and the hobbits all promised they wouldn't tell anyone.
The next day, several of the seamstresses' apprentices appeared at my door in the early morning with a pile of new trousers and tunics for me, and I spent the morning gleefully going through them and trying them all on. There's just something about the smell and feel of new clothes.
Anyways. After I finished my girly morning and packed the majority of the trousers and tunics into my bag, I had a quick lunch. As I finished, Elrohir and Elladan showed up.
"We're taking you to find a horse!" they declared cheerfully.
"Again?" I asked, arching an eyebrow. "What, are you in charge of taking people to find horses in Rivendell?"
"Not usually." Elladan said with a shrug. "But we do not want to miss you picking another horse, since the last time was interesting."
"Tell me there isn't another troublesome stallion in the paddocks!" I pleaded, suddenly worried, but Elladan and Elrohir shook their heads.
"There is not. Which is why we wish to see what horse you shall pick this time." Elrohir said.
"Well," I said, standing up as I finished my lunch, "Let's go then!" And so we set off for the pastures and the horses contained therein. This time, I was less amazed with the variety of the horses, and after having spent that time in the Rohan stables, I inspected the horses more carefully, looking for one that had both speed and stamina, instead of just looking for the horse that could stick its tongue out at me. After a few moments, I found the perfect horse - and then, as he walked through the sunlight, I realized he was silver.
"Shadowfax, get your ass out of here! I'm trying to find a horse, and next to you, they all look like cows!" I exclaimed, making shooing motions at the horse. Shadowfax gave me an amused look, snorted, and then cantered off out of view to the far end of the pasture. Elladan and Elrohir tried to contain their laughter, and failing that, tried not to collapse from their laughter, due to not knowing what they might fall into. This WAS a pasture, after all.
While Elladan and Elrohir were recovering from their mirth, I went back to inspecting the horses. In the end, I picked a nice dappled-grey mare, who Elladan informed me had a very sweet disposition.
"Munderful." I said. "Just as long as she can run as fast as I think she can."
"She is quite fast when she sets her mind to it." Elladan confirmed. "From what I have heard. I have never actually seen her run."
"Well, there's no reason for someone to be spreading rumors about how fast she is, right? So she's fast." I said cheerfully. "Does she have a name?"
"Yes, but it is customary that you give her a new one." Elrohir said, arching an eyebrow.
"Just like it was 800 years ago." I filled in the unspoken addition, and Elrohir chuckled.
"Yes." he said.
"Well then..." I said thoughtfully as I inspected my new horse carefully, trying to think of a name.
"Aratelpe!" I announced finally. Elladan and Elrohir blinked.
"Dawn Silver?" Elrohir asked with a light frown.
"Oh shut up, it's poetic." I said, sticking my tongue out at him. Elladan and Elrohir shrugged, then I jumped up onto Aratelpe's back and tried steering her around a bit. Satisfied, I pointed her towards the pasture fence and kicked her into a gallop. To my delight, she reached the fence quickly and cleared it easily.
"She's fast, and she knows how to jump!" I exclaimed cheerfully as Elladan and Elrohir caught up. They shook their heads, and then we took Aratelpe to the pasture where those horses with specific riders were kept, and went back into the main buildings. Elrohir and Elladan excused themselves, saying they had business to attend to in the library, and so I went to visit Boromir - and found him packing.
"What are you doing?" I asked with a blink.
"I should think that was obvious." he said, arching an eyebrow at me.
"Where are you going?"
"Home."
"You can't go home!" I exclaimed.
"And why not?" he asked. "I've done what I came to do. Father needs me back in Gondor." I opened my mouth to protest that he needed to go with the Fellowship to Mordor, then shut it, realizing that A) I had no sensible way to explain it to him and B) if I made him go, I was making him go to his death. I think that was when it hit me for the first time that this man, that I had known since childhood, was going to die within a year. I sat down on the edge of the bed, alternately trying to think of a way to get him to go with the Fellowship and scolding myself for trying to think of a way to convince Boromir to go to his death.
That was, of course, when a messenger arrived with a summons from Elrond for Boromir, and Boromir, with a sigh, followed the messenger off. I welcomed the respite as I started unpacking everything Boromir had just packed, trying to work out my moral dilemma. To send him, or not to send him? That was the question. And how. Then he returned, and I found that the problem had been taken out of my hands.
"Elrond wishes me to be part of the company that will accompany the two hobbits to Mordor." Boromir told me, a thoughtful expression on his face, as he returned.
"And what did you say?" I asked, not about to make the mistake of telling him to go like I did with the Council.
"I said I would have to think about it." Boromir said, then seemed to suddenly notice that I had unpacked his pack. He glanced over at me. "Is that a hint?" I shrugged.
"Honestly, Boromir?" I started hesitantly, then took a deep breath and continued. "I would much rather you stay as far away from the group taking the Ring to Mordor as possible. But it is part of your fate."
"Do you feel it, too, then?" Boromir asked curiously.
"Feel what?" I asked blankly.
"A sense of...foreboding, of bad things to come, whenever the quest to Mordor is mentioned?" Boromir replied. "It seems to hang thick in the air, to me. It is mainly what makes me hesitate in accepting, and what mainly makes me want to go. I fear that this feeling of ill does not bode well for the quest, but whether my help will ease that feeling or cause the ill it foreshadows, I cannot tell." I bit my lip as I looked over at Boromir, where he stood in front of the window, looking out pensively, his 40 years, and the battles he had fought in that time, suddenly showing themselves.
"I can, Boromir, but it is not for me to tell." I said sadly. Somewhat to my surprise, Boromir just gave me an understanding look, and didn't even probe farther about how I knew.
"Then I suppose I shall just have to do what I do best - go with what makes the most sense to me, and try until it works." he said with a sigh.
"Yes, I suppose so." I said, then scolded, "And take your flipping shield with you everywhere!" Boromir rolled his eyes.
"Yes, m'Lady." he said sarcastically.
"I'm not joking, you little twit." I said warningly.
"I will!" he said, raising his hands in self defense, and then suddenly shot one hand out to poke me in the ribs. I yelped and jumped sideways, being as ticklish as ever. Boromir smirked down at me, and in revenge, I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. He didn't quite duck in time, and threw the pillow back. Within minutes we were in a full-fledged pillow-fight, with intermittent tickling fights. Well, the tickling fights were sort of one-sided, since Boromir, the little twit, was not ticklish. But hey.
I really was going to miss this guy when he died.
----To be continued...with a lecture to Elrond!----
(And Gandalf's recovery of his hat...unfortunately.)
-Authors Note:-
That little ending for the chapter is for that reviewer (I can't remember who) who made a comment awhile ago about Rachel not seeming to react to Boromir's impending death, as well as all those reviewers who have voted to have me save Boromir. Because, well, SplendiferGoddess is right - I can't write a FanFiction without killing something. And nobody in Middle-Earth has a goldfish...I will, however, be having some more fun with Boromir before he dies. After all, the Fellowship spends a whole month in Lothlorien, where Rachel is going to go very soon.
Anyways. I got bored on Friday evening, and started playing around with my graphics program. And then I found that I had the Lord of the Rings font. Therefore: http://users.accesscomm.ca/ottosen/pichost/TGoTG.gif
It looks all professional. :) Which it's not, of course, but hey. 'Twas fun to do...
Also, don't expect rapid updates from me over the christmas holidays. Relatives coming, probably (if I read my mothers hints right) new computer programs to play with, and I'm feeling uninspired due to my moderate depression over not getting to see RotK anytime soon. On the otherhand, if I see RotK, you'll know about it. Because I'll probably come home and post a chapter or two just for that occasion...
So yeah, thanks once again to my reviewers. ('specially those with diplomatic immunity - I can get back into the Elven kingdoms now! Whoo!) You all get...ehm...oh, I don't know. How about some Elven clothes of your choice? And yes, I will be stealing the clothing from well-known Elves. And yes, if enough of you specifically request the robes or such of one Elf, their entire wardrobe could concievably be exhausted. :)
That's all for me for now! See ya next chapter!
~Crimson Starlight
-Disclaimer:-
Glorfindel: Well, Crimson Starlight's still out flat from the last disclaimer, when Manwë decided to grace us with his presence. He's gone now, so the disclaimer this chapter falls to whoever wants to do it - which means I will probably be doing it.
Mandos: If you don't want to, I could do it.
Glorfindel: ...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! *runs away*
Rachel: *peers after him* I think he's still a little paranoid about the last time he saw you.
Mandos: I don't know why. I let him come back...
Gandalf: But dieing can be rather traumatic.
Mandos: I suppose. I have never expierienced it, myself, so I shall have to take your word for it.
Rachel: And mine. Dieing is traumatic. Very traumatic.
Mandos: Very well then. If you say so.
Gandalf: Indeed. Crimson Starlight owns nothing.
CS: *mumbles* Except the coconuts that grow on the purple monkey farm...
Mandos and Gandalf: ...
Rachel: She's always like that, just ignore her.
-35: Packing-
As soon as Sam, Frodo, Bilbo and I showed our faces in the dining hall after the Council, we were ambushed by Merry and Pippin, who were both demanding to know what had gone on in the Council. Bilbo managed to put them off by saying it was a lot of talk and nothing else, and so were able to eat. I fell to with as much gusto as the hobbits that had been at the council, much to the amusement of many of the Elves. When I finished, Elladan appeared and announced that Elrond wanted to see me. So, with a promise to the hobbits to be back later, I got up and followed Elladan...back to the place where the council had been held. Most of those that had been there had cleared out, and now only Gandalf, Glorfindel, and Elrond remained, while Elrohir had recently joined them, and Elladan looked as if he was planning on staying, as well.
"Well, Rachel, you have been to the council you so badly wanted to attend, and now it is time to set a date for your departure. Yet now that the council has finished, I think perhaps you requested to stay until after the council for a reason?" Elrond shot me an amused look as he finished speaking.
"All I know is messengers will be going out. Other than that, from now until December 25th is a blank." I said, holding up my hands in defense.
"And yet you still need to be sent to Lothlorien to stop slips like that from happening." Gandalf said with a small smile. I blink at him, then winced slightly as I realized what I'd just done.
"Whoops. Good thing I already agreed to go to Lothlorien, then, yes?" I said, arching an eyebrow.
"Yes, good thing indeed." Elrond said with a small frown. "When do you wish to leave?"
"How long does it take to get ready for the journey?" I asked in reply. Elrond gave me an amused look.
"Four days, then?" he suggested.
"Sounds good to me!" I replied cheerfully, then paused thoughtfully. "How long does it take to get to Lothlorien, anyways?"
"It depends on the pace we set." Glorfindel replied. "Two weeks to a year."
"A year?" I asked, arching an eyebrow. "That would be going, what, one step a day?"
"Just about." Glorfindel replied. I blinked at him.
"Did you just make a joke? You just made a joke. Have you been drinking?" I asked. Glorfindel rolled his eyes.
"After what happened the last time I drank, I am not particularly eager to do so again." he said. That touched a nerve, and I was about to retort, but Elrond cut me off.
"Enough! You two shall have plenty of time for your banter on the journey to Lothlorien." he said, glancing between Glorfindel and me sternly. In the background, I distinctly heard a snicker, and I turned and arched an eyebrow at the twins, one of which, I knew, was the culprit. Both looked back innocently, and I absently wondered if they'd snickered in unison.
"Now, you had best go ready yourselves for the journey. And Rachel, you will need a new horse." Elrond said.
"What's wrong with Black Thunder?" I protested.
"While she does show attributes of her ancestor," Glorfindel said dryly, "She is far too loud. The roads have only become more dangerous since you and Boromir traveled them, especially with Saruman betraying us, and I refuse to escort someone who makes more noise than an army of orcs."
"Hey! And army of orcs is louder than Thunder!" I said with a scowl.
"And how would you know?" Glorfindel asked, arching an eyebrow. I arched an eyebrow back at him.
"How do you think I would know?" I asked. Silence fell for a moment as everyone figured out what I meant, and then Gandalf cleared his throat.
"You have hardly had Black Thunder for a long enough time to become emotionally attached." he pointed out.
"Yeah, I know. It was the principal of the thing, though." I replied with a shrug. Gandalf sighed. "What? The council was boring!"
"Then why did you go?" Gandalf asked.
"So I can say I was there." I replied with a grin. "After Kari's done killing me, she will be rather jealous."
"I'm sure." Elrohir commented dryly. I glanced over at him, but Elrond butted in again before I could say anything.
"Four days, and with a new horse." He declared. "Now go pack." He gave me a glare, and I curtseyed as politely as I could manage before dashing out of the room with a grin on my face. I heard his sigh as I left.
It occurred to me, once I had reached my room, that the twins had been acting as if they knew that I knew about the future, and I recalled quite clearly NOT mentioning that knowledge when I'd come back to Rivendell. With a low growl, I decided that Elrond had probably told them. Somewhat sulkily, I wondered who else he had told without asking me, and then pushed those thoughts aside to begin packing. The hobbits found me later as I was still packing, and immediately wanted to know what I was doing. When I explained, they got very sad and pulled the hobbit-puppy-dog-eyes on me. If it hadn't been for the fact that I knew Elrond would make me go even if I didn't want to, I probably would have decided not to go right then and there. Instead, I carefully explained to them that I had to go visit a friend that I hadn't seen in over 800 years.
"And anyways," I said with a small, conspiratorial smile, "I'll be seeing you again in four months."
"You'll be coming back?" Pippin asked brightly.
"No, you'll be visiting me." I said. The hobbits all looked at each other in confusion.
"We will?" Merry asked.
"Yes. And don't tell anyone I told you that. Especially Gandalf." I said, and the hobbits all promised they wouldn't tell anyone.
The next day, several of the seamstresses' apprentices appeared at my door in the early morning with a pile of new trousers and tunics for me, and I spent the morning gleefully going through them and trying them all on. There's just something about the smell and feel of new clothes.
Anyways. After I finished my girly morning and packed the majority of the trousers and tunics into my bag, I had a quick lunch. As I finished, Elrohir and Elladan showed up.
"We're taking you to find a horse!" they declared cheerfully.
"Again?" I asked, arching an eyebrow. "What, are you in charge of taking people to find horses in Rivendell?"
"Not usually." Elladan said with a shrug. "But we do not want to miss you picking another horse, since the last time was interesting."
"Tell me there isn't another troublesome stallion in the paddocks!" I pleaded, suddenly worried, but Elladan and Elrohir shook their heads.
"There is not. Which is why we wish to see what horse you shall pick this time." Elrohir said.
"Well," I said, standing up as I finished my lunch, "Let's go then!" And so we set off for the pastures and the horses contained therein. This time, I was less amazed with the variety of the horses, and after having spent that time in the Rohan stables, I inspected the horses more carefully, looking for one that had both speed and stamina, instead of just looking for the horse that could stick its tongue out at me. After a few moments, I found the perfect horse - and then, as he walked through the sunlight, I realized he was silver.
"Shadowfax, get your ass out of here! I'm trying to find a horse, and next to you, they all look like cows!" I exclaimed, making shooing motions at the horse. Shadowfax gave me an amused look, snorted, and then cantered off out of view to the far end of the pasture. Elladan and Elrohir tried to contain their laughter, and failing that, tried not to collapse from their laughter, due to not knowing what they might fall into. This WAS a pasture, after all.
While Elladan and Elrohir were recovering from their mirth, I went back to inspecting the horses. In the end, I picked a nice dappled-grey mare, who Elladan informed me had a very sweet disposition.
"Munderful." I said. "Just as long as she can run as fast as I think she can."
"She is quite fast when she sets her mind to it." Elladan confirmed. "From what I have heard. I have never actually seen her run."
"Well, there's no reason for someone to be spreading rumors about how fast she is, right? So she's fast." I said cheerfully. "Does she have a name?"
"Yes, but it is customary that you give her a new one." Elrohir said, arching an eyebrow.
"Just like it was 800 years ago." I filled in the unspoken addition, and Elrohir chuckled.
"Yes." he said.
"Well then..." I said thoughtfully as I inspected my new horse carefully, trying to think of a name.
"Aratelpe!" I announced finally. Elladan and Elrohir blinked.
"Dawn Silver?" Elrohir asked with a light frown.
"Oh shut up, it's poetic." I said, sticking my tongue out at him. Elladan and Elrohir shrugged, then I jumped up onto Aratelpe's back and tried steering her around a bit. Satisfied, I pointed her towards the pasture fence and kicked her into a gallop. To my delight, she reached the fence quickly and cleared it easily.
"She's fast, and she knows how to jump!" I exclaimed cheerfully as Elladan and Elrohir caught up. They shook their heads, and then we took Aratelpe to the pasture where those horses with specific riders were kept, and went back into the main buildings. Elrohir and Elladan excused themselves, saying they had business to attend to in the library, and so I went to visit Boromir - and found him packing.
"What are you doing?" I asked with a blink.
"I should think that was obvious." he said, arching an eyebrow at me.
"Where are you going?"
"Home."
"You can't go home!" I exclaimed.
"And why not?" he asked. "I've done what I came to do. Father needs me back in Gondor." I opened my mouth to protest that he needed to go with the Fellowship to Mordor, then shut it, realizing that A) I had no sensible way to explain it to him and B) if I made him go, I was making him go to his death. I think that was when it hit me for the first time that this man, that I had known since childhood, was going to die within a year. I sat down on the edge of the bed, alternately trying to think of a way to get him to go with the Fellowship and scolding myself for trying to think of a way to convince Boromir to go to his death.
That was, of course, when a messenger arrived with a summons from Elrond for Boromir, and Boromir, with a sigh, followed the messenger off. I welcomed the respite as I started unpacking everything Boromir had just packed, trying to work out my moral dilemma. To send him, or not to send him? That was the question. And how. Then he returned, and I found that the problem had been taken out of my hands.
"Elrond wishes me to be part of the company that will accompany the two hobbits to Mordor." Boromir told me, a thoughtful expression on his face, as he returned.
"And what did you say?" I asked, not about to make the mistake of telling him to go like I did with the Council.
"I said I would have to think about it." Boromir said, then seemed to suddenly notice that I had unpacked his pack. He glanced over at me. "Is that a hint?" I shrugged.
"Honestly, Boromir?" I started hesitantly, then took a deep breath and continued. "I would much rather you stay as far away from the group taking the Ring to Mordor as possible. But it is part of your fate."
"Do you feel it, too, then?" Boromir asked curiously.
"Feel what?" I asked blankly.
"A sense of...foreboding, of bad things to come, whenever the quest to Mordor is mentioned?" Boromir replied. "It seems to hang thick in the air, to me. It is mainly what makes me hesitate in accepting, and what mainly makes me want to go. I fear that this feeling of ill does not bode well for the quest, but whether my help will ease that feeling or cause the ill it foreshadows, I cannot tell." I bit my lip as I looked over at Boromir, where he stood in front of the window, looking out pensively, his 40 years, and the battles he had fought in that time, suddenly showing themselves.
"I can, Boromir, but it is not for me to tell." I said sadly. Somewhat to my surprise, Boromir just gave me an understanding look, and didn't even probe farther about how I knew.
"Then I suppose I shall just have to do what I do best - go with what makes the most sense to me, and try until it works." he said with a sigh.
"Yes, I suppose so." I said, then scolded, "And take your flipping shield with you everywhere!" Boromir rolled his eyes.
"Yes, m'Lady." he said sarcastically.
"I'm not joking, you little twit." I said warningly.
"I will!" he said, raising his hands in self defense, and then suddenly shot one hand out to poke me in the ribs. I yelped and jumped sideways, being as ticklish as ever. Boromir smirked down at me, and in revenge, I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. He didn't quite duck in time, and threw the pillow back. Within minutes we were in a full-fledged pillow-fight, with intermittent tickling fights. Well, the tickling fights were sort of one-sided, since Boromir, the little twit, was not ticklish. But hey.
I really was going to miss this guy when he died.
----To be continued...with a lecture to Elrond!----
(And Gandalf's recovery of his hat...unfortunately.)
-Authors Note:-
That little ending for the chapter is for that reviewer (I can't remember who) who made a comment awhile ago about Rachel not seeming to react to Boromir's impending death, as well as all those reviewers who have voted to have me save Boromir. Because, well, SplendiferGoddess is right - I can't write a FanFiction without killing something. And nobody in Middle-Earth has a goldfish...I will, however, be having some more fun with Boromir before he dies. After all, the Fellowship spends a whole month in Lothlorien, where Rachel is going to go very soon.
Anyways. I got bored on Friday evening, and started playing around with my graphics program. And then I found that I had the Lord of the Rings font. Therefore: http://users.accesscomm.ca/ottosen/pichost/TGoTG.gif
It looks all professional. :) Which it's not, of course, but hey. 'Twas fun to do...
Also, don't expect rapid updates from me over the christmas holidays. Relatives coming, probably (if I read my mothers hints right) new computer programs to play with, and I'm feeling uninspired due to my moderate depression over not getting to see RotK anytime soon. On the otherhand, if I see RotK, you'll know about it. Because I'll probably come home and post a chapter or two just for that occasion...
So yeah, thanks once again to my reviewers. ('specially those with diplomatic immunity - I can get back into the Elven kingdoms now! Whoo!) You all get...ehm...oh, I don't know. How about some Elven clothes of your choice? And yes, I will be stealing the clothing from well-known Elves. And yes, if enough of you specifically request the robes or such of one Elf, their entire wardrobe could concievably be exhausted. :)
That's all for me for now! See ya next chapter!
~Crimson Starlight