"The ring bearer sets off on a quest for Mordor. Neither oath nor
bond is laid upon you to keep you from going farther than you wish." Lord
Elrond announced early one morning several months later. Rumor tuned him
out, focusing her eyes on the group of elves before her, especially two
elves in particular. Elrohir and Arwen stood among the elves, both gazing
upon her with a deep look of sadness. Elrohir gave her a comforting smile
and a nod, and Arwen nodded at her then lowered her eyes to the ground.
Rumor narrowed her eyes at the elf's beautiful face, which was stained with
tears. She had come close to the she-elf over the long months at Rivendell
and she knows only one thing that could make the elf cry like that,
Aragorn. "The Fellowship awaits the Ring Bearer, "Gandalf announced,
watching the hobbit take uncertain steps to lead the group. On the way out,
Rumor slowed her pace to match Aragorn's speed. Aragorn, who was chatting
with Legolas, felt a hard slap on the side on his head. Glancing down, he
saw the tiny girl staring up at him angrily. "Jackass," She muttered to him
and then quickened her pace once more to match the hobbits pace, leaving
Legolas and Aragorn to stare in surprise.
"Mellon? What was that about?" Legolas asked, struggling not to laugh out loud. It was a funny sight to see such a tiny girl slap his ranger friend around. "I have no idea." Aragorn said, rubbing the side of his head. "I think I just felt the wrath of a woman." Legolas laughed and nodded, "She is a strange one." He had watched her the last few months in Rivendell. She had spent her time alone, with the hobbits, or with Lord Elrond's offspring. Yet in all that time she had avoided the rest of the Company as if they were diseased.
The day passed with no incident, at which Rumor was happy about. She didn't want to deal with anything dangerous. She just needed to survive a month or to Lothlorien. Thinking back upon the last few months, a frown came upon her face. She was really going to miss Elrohir, Elladan, and Arwen. But she couldn't wait to see Driver and tell him about everything she had seen and done here. While in Rivendell, she was taught by the twin's archery, horseback riding, and her favorite, sword fighting.
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"No fucking way." Rumor said, looking at the sword in her hands. Elladan frowned at her language, but Elrohir flashed a cocky grin. "Come on, I'll go easy on you." He coaxed, trying to wheedle her into a small fight. The twins promised their father they would teach her the basics of defending herself. Anger flashed in Rumor's intense blue eyes, "There would be no need to go easy on me, but there is also no chance in hell that I'm doing this."
Elrohir smirked, "I guess you're not as brave as I thought you were." Something inside Rumor snapped and Elrohir stepped back at the wild look in her eyes, just as the sword in her hand went swinging. Elladan jumped out of the path of the sword, while Elrohir blocked it sloppily. It was not a good swing, but it was not what he had been expecting.
The two swords met again and again, as Rumor struggled to keep up with Elrohir's elfish reflexes. Finally, Elrohir managed to send Rumor's sword flying through the air. Elladan sighed as the three watched it land a few feet away. Elrohir turned to Rumor, a smirk of victory twisted upon his lips, but only to fall over in surprise when her fist connected with his face. Letting out an evil cackle, Rumor jumped on top of the fallen Elrohir, while Elladan was practically rolling on the ground in mirth. **********************End of Memory***********************
"My lady?" Rumor snapped back into reality to Boromir's face looking down at her. "Yeah? Can I help you?" She asked coolly, not wanting to deal with the sexist pig that stood before her.
"Please, just listen for a moment to what I have to say." His brown eyes met hers, pleading for a chance, and Rumor nodded to him, finding it hard to say no. *I'm growing soft out here* She thought to herself, filling with despair. She can't grow soft, not now! She would be eaten alive when she returned to her world if she returned in this state. Boromir smiled, "I wish to apologize for my earlier behavior. It was wrong for me to judge you because you are a woman. I have seen you practicing with the sword over the last couple of months, and I am deeply impressed over your improvement."
Rumor glanced up to see the sincerity written across his face. A small smile made its way across her face, "No big," she said, shrugging her shoulders. Reaching out his hand, Boromir asked, "Friends then?" Rumor cautiously took the outstretched hand and met his strong grip with one of her own. Boromir looked at the tiny girl with surprise, *Where did all that strength come from* he wondered.
Unknown to both of them, the two were being watched by Gandalf Stormcrow and Aragorn, future king of Men. "She seems to be making many friends," commented Aragorn, watching the pair talk and joke around as if they've known each other all their lives. Aragorn smiled at the sight before them of the petite girl and the tall man of Gondor begins to push each other around, but it slowly dwindled when he saw Gandalf's serious face, "Mithrandir?"
"Hmm...?" Gandalf snapped out of his daze to the ranger's concerned face. "What is it that plagues your mind, my old friend?" Aragorn asked, slowing his pace to match the wizards. "Is it of Lady Rumor?"
"Indeed, my friend, for she makes new friends everyday, yet isolates herself from any feelings she may have. She is cloaked in a pain that hides her from any kindness one offers to her. I fear that it won't be long now before she is out of reach from any human contact." Aragorn's eyes darkened at the thought of losing such a young soul. In all his travels he had seen men before who've died from a distraught heart and loneliness, but never before in such a young girl. "What can we do, Gandalf?" Can she be saved?"
Gandalf shook his head sadly, "I do not know, Aragorn, I do not know." Together the two watched the young girl with a sea of pain in her eyes.
"Mellon? What was that about?" Legolas asked, struggling not to laugh out loud. It was a funny sight to see such a tiny girl slap his ranger friend around. "I have no idea." Aragorn said, rubbing the side of his head. "I think I just felt the wrath of a woman." Legolas laughed and nodded, "She is a strange one." He had watched her the last few months in Rivendell. She had spent her time alone, with the hobbits, or with Lord Elrond's offspring. Yet in all that time she had avoided the rest of the Company as if they were diseased.
The day passed with no incident, at which Rumor was happy about. She didn't want to deal with anything dangerous. She just needed to survive a month or to Lothlorien. Thinking back upon the last few months, a frown came upon her face. She was really going to miss Elrohir, Elladan, and Arwen. But she couldn't wait to see Driver and tell him about everything she had seen and done here. While in Rivendell, she was taught by the twin's archery, horseback riding, and her favorite, sword fighting.
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"No fucking way." Rumor said, looking at the sword in her hands. Elladan frowned at her language, but Elrohir flashed a cocky grin. "Come on, I'll go easy on you." He coaxed, trying to wheedle her into a small fight. The twins promised their father they would teach her the basics of defending herself. Anger flashed in Rumor's intense blue eyes, "There would be no need to go easy on me, but there is also no chance in hell that I'm doing this."
Elrohir smirked, "I guess you're not as brave as I thought you were." Something inside Rumor snapped and Elrohir stepped back at the wild look in her eyes, just as the sword in her hand went swinging. Elladan jumped out of the path of the sword, while Elrohir blocked it sloppily. It was not a good swing, but it was not what he had been expecting.
The two swords met again and again, as Rumor struggled to keep up with Elrohir's elfish reflexes. Finally, Elrohir managed to send Rumor's sword flying through the air. Elladan sighed as the three watched it land a few feet away. Elrohir turned to Rumor, a smirk of victory twisted upon his lips, but only to fall over in surprise when her fist connected with his face. Letting out an evil cackle, Rumor jumped on top of the fallen Elrohir, while Elladan was practically rolling on the ground in mirth. **********************End of Memory***********************
"My lady?" Rumor snapped back into reality to Boromir's face looking down at her. "Yeah? Can I help you?" She asked coolly, not wanting to deal with the sexist pig that stood before her.
"Please, just listen for a moment to what I have to say." His brown eyes met hers, pleading for a chance, and Rumor nodded to him, finding it hard to say no. *I'm growing soft out here* She thought to herself, filling with despair. She can't grow soft, not now! She would be eaten alive when she returned to her world if she returned in this state. Boromir smiled, "I wish to apologize for my earlier behavior. It was wrong for me to judge you because you are a woman. I have seen you practicing with the sword over the last couple of months, and I am deeply impressed over your improvement."
Rumor glanced up to see the sincerity written across his face. A small smile made its way across her face, "No big," she said, shrugging her shoulders. Reaching out his hand, Boromir asked, "Friends then?" Rumor cautiously took the outstretched hand and met his strong grip with one of her own. Boromir looked at the tiny girl with surprise, *Where did all that strength come from* he wondered.
Unknown to both of them, the two were being watched by Gandalf Stormcrow and Aragorn, future king of Men. "She seems to be making many friends," commented Aragorn, watching the pair talk and joke around as if they've known each other all their lives. Aragorn smiled at the sight before them of the petite girl and the tall man of Gondor begins to push each other around, but it slowly dwindled when he saw Gandalf's serious face, "Mithrandir?"
"Hmm...?" Gandalf snapped out of his daze to the ranger's concerned face. "What is it that plagues your mind, my old friend?" Aragorn asked, slowing his pace to match the wizards. "Is it of Lady Rumor?"
"Indeed, my friend, for she makes new friends everyday, yet isolates herself from any feelings she may have. She is cloaked in a pain that hides her from any kindness one offers to her. I fear that it won't be long now before she is out of reach from any human contact." Aragorn's eyes darkened at the thought of losing such a young soul. In all his travels he had seen men before who've died from a distraught heart and loneliness, but never before in such a young girl. "What can we do, Gandalf?" Can she be saved?"
Gandalf shook his head sadly, "I do not know, Aragorn, I do not know." Together the two watched the young girl with a sea of pain in her eyes.