Chapter Six
Boromir awoke later than he usually did. Sitting up, he smelled smoke, and the clanging of steel against steel made him marvel that he hadn't been woken earlier. He ran a hand through his hair (this was his way of brushing his hair most of the time), and left the small house.
Anganwen was hammering red iron to the frame of the cage to sturdy it, and a gleeful feeling filled Boromir as he looked at the marvelous structure.
It was much better than the one of wood, and stronger too, he noted, walking closer. Anganwen turned around, smiling, "It's nearly done. Does it fulfill your expectations?"
"Exceeds them." Boromir complimented, and Anganwen reddened, her smile widening, "I should have it done by this afternoon. If you are thirsty, feel free to draw some water from my well, behind the house."
Boromir nodded, and headed for the said object. The low well was made of stone, and a small iron bucket with a thin rope tied to its handle lay next to it. He dropped the bucket down into the inky hole. Hearing a delayed splash, he waited for a moment, and then began pulling it back up.
This was all very new to him. In Gondor, they had fountains and wells, as all cities did, but he himself had never drawn water from a well. The whole process amused him, and a grin of triumph grew on his face as the bucket slowly appeared from the dark depths.
After drinking some of it, he dumped the rest of it on his face to wash. Something hit him in his right eye, and made him jerk. Rubbing the water from his eyes, he looked around for the offending object.
He found it among the grass. It looked to be a small green ring that grew thicker in one half, and thinner in the other.
"Anganwen." He called. As she rounded the corner of the house, rubbing her hands on her dress, he continued, holding it up, "Whose is this?"
Wearing a perplexed look, Anganwen advanced, peering curiously at the ring. She removed it from his hand, and held it close, her eyebrows knit closely together.
"I know not from where this came." She sighed, handing it the ring back to him.
Boromir made to pocket it, but Anganwen shook her head, "Cast it back in the well from whence it came; it is of no value."
Boromir looked at her oddly, wondering when it had been of value.
"Relieve yourself of it! Throw it back into the well!" Anganwen ordered. Boromir, to spite her, shoved the ring on his smallest finger, the only on it would fit on.
And as Anganwen's wail drowned all other sounds, his world was turned upside down.
.
"Are you alright?" Will asked Legolas, helping him to his feet.
"Forgive me for my display," the Elf begged, "I cannot control myself when one of them comes; I just-"
"Save your breath," Will interrupted, grinning, "we all have our weaknesses. Now I'm going back to sleep. If another one of them comes, just call out, and I'll threaten you again, savvy?"
Realizing he had just said "Savvy," Will grinned, being instantly reminded of Jack. He often wondered if he was pilaging and plundering to his heart's content, living off the wealth from the riches of the Isle de Muerta, or if he was even alive.
He rolled on his back, and fell asleep.
Legolas gingerly sat back down, his eyes darting everywhere, resolved not to be caught off guard again.
Every rustle of leaves made him twitch, and every hiss of the wind sounded like a woman's voice.
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Hellga: Wow, you know more about Radagast than I do. Nifty. Rhosgobel. Is that not the coolest name ever? Just Russians, huh? I didn't see that one coming...
Hobbit-eyes: No, not everyone's an elf...If only if only. A Hobbit-eyes that is over LEgolas versus a Hobbit-eyes still infatuatated with Legolas...This could be an interesting "Schizophrenic scene" parody. "We finds him pretty- yes we does..." "No! Legolas is for immature fanatic fangirls, not for usss, we are above thatm anre't we, precious?" Ok, I'm done.
Elven-Star-of-Gold: Kill Mary Sues. Yey. The world would be a better place.
Boromir awoke later than he usually did. Sitting up, he smelled smoke, and the clanging of steel against steel made him marvel that he hadn't been woken earlier. He ran a hand through his hair (this was his way of brushing his hair most of the time), and left the small house.
Anganwen was hammering red iron to the frame of the cage to sturdy it, and a gleeful feeling filled Boromir as he looked at the marvelous structure.
It was much better than the one of wood, and stronger too, he noted, walking closer. Anganwen turned around, smiling, "It's nearly done. Does it fulfill your expectations?"
"Exceeds them." Boromir complimented, and Anganwen reddened, her smile widening, "I should have it done by this afternoon. If you are thirsty, feel free to draw some water from my well, behind the house."
Boromir nodded, and headed for the said object. The low well was made of stone, and a small iron bucket with a thin rope tied to its handle lay next to it. He dropped the bucket down into the inky hole. Hearing a delayed splash, he waited for a moment, and then began pulling it back up.
This was all very new to him. In Gondor, they had fountains and wells, as all cities did, but he himself had never drawn water from a well. The whole process amused him, and a grin of triumph grew on his face as the bucket slowly appeared from the dark depths.
After drinking some of it, he dumped the rest of it on his face to wash. Something hit him in his right eye, and made him jerk. Rubbing the water from his eyes, he looked around for the offending object.
He found it among the grass. It looked to be a small green ring that grew thicker in one half, and thinner in the other.
"Anganwen." He called. As she rounded the corner of the house, rubbing her hands on her dress, he continued, holding it up, "Whose is this?"
Wearing a perplexed look, Anganwen advanced, peering curiously at the ring. She removed it from his hand, and held it close, her eyebrows knit closely together.
"I know not from where this came." She sighed, handing it the ring back to him.
Boromir made to pocket it, but Anganwen shook her head, "Cast it back in the well from whence it came; it is of no value."
Boromir looked at her oddly, wondering when it had been of value.
"Relieve yourself of it! Throw it back into the well!" Anganwen ordered. Boromir, to spite her, shoved the ring on his smallest finger, the only on it would fit on.
And as Anganwen's wail drowned all other sounds, his world was turned upside down.
.
"Are you alright?" Will asked Legolas, helping him to his feet.
"Forgive me for my display," the Elf begged, "I cannot control myself when one of them comes; I just-"
"Save your breath," Will interrupted, grinning, "we all have our weaknesses. Now I'm going back to sleep. If another one of them comes, just call out, and I'll threaten you again, savvy?"
Realizing he had just said "Savvy," Will grinned, being instantly reminded of Jack. He often wondered if he was pilaging and plundering to his heart's content, living off the wealth from the riches of the Isle de Muerta, or if he was even alive.
He rolled on his back, and fell asleep.
Legolas gingerly sat back down, his eyes darting everywhere, resolved not to be caught off guard again.
Every rustle of leaves made him twitch, and every hiss of the wind sounded like a woman's voice.
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Hellga: Wow, you know more about Radagast than I do. Nifty. Rhosgobel. Is that not the coolest name ever? Just Russians, huh? I didn't see that one coming...
Hobbit-eyes: No, not everyone's an elf...If only if only. A Hobbit-eyes that is over LEgolas versus a Hobbit-eyes still infatuatated with Legolas...This could be an interesting "Schizophrenic scene" parody. "We finds him pretty- yes we does..." "No! Legolas is for immature fanatic fangirls, not for usss, we are above thatm anre't we, precious?" Ok, I'm done.
Elven-Star-of-Gold: Kill Mary Sues. Yey. The world would be a better place.