Ch 5. Lothlorien.
The Fellowship ran into to woods as fast as their exhausted legs would carry them. Sara and Claire were shocked at themselves. They had known Gandalf would fall all along, but that hadn't stopped them crying uncontrollably when they escaped from Moria and seen the faces of the Hobbits in their grief.
The girls walked in silence, barely taking in their surroundings, until they came face to face with some very sharp arrows. As they knew what to expect, the girls didn't panic, or even speak. Haldir took them to a flet to hide, when they had been given the all clear and the pursuing Orcs had been dealt with, they were taken to the lady of light.
Sara and Claire walked the whole way up the never-ending flight of steps to the large flet on which Galadriel and Celeborn waited in total silence. The entire Fellowship was subdued, but the girls had the added fear that Galadriel would discover them for the frauds they were, or worse, accuse them of bringing about the events that led to Gandalf's death, and letting him die on purpose.
'What do you think she'll do to us?' Sara asked, her voice shaking.
'We, we didn't do anything wrong. She won't do anything.' Claire whispered back. 'Will she?'
Sara gave her friend an incredulous look. 'I thought you thought she wouldn't!' Claire shrugged her shoulders uncomfortably, but her retort was cut off by the Fellowships sudden halt. They were there.
The group looked on in revered silence at the two figures descending before them. Their bodies had a strange glow about them, and the lady of the light truly lived up to her name. Celeborn spoke of Gandalf, and Galadriel answered his question for him and began to give her own words of wisdom. Sara and Claire watched her and calculated what she was saying to each Fellowship member as she spoke. But they were caught quite off guard when she turned and looked directly at them.
Galadriel gazed into the girls eyes one after the other, she said nothing, but they heard her voice as clear as day. 'You are not of this world. Yet you know what will befall the fellowship when even I cannot perceive this in its entirety. I can see no evil in your hearts, so I will allow you to proceed on this path. Take care, there is hope, but you must believe in it to survive.'
Claire nodded grimly, whilst Sara hung her head. They exchanged a look and both made a mental note to check she had spoken the same words to both, but that would have to wait until they found somewhere they could be alone, they had much to discus.
*****
The girls rejoined the Fellowship after they had dressed in the garments the Lorien Elves had provided them with. The girls would quite happily have stayed in Lothlorien forever if it meant keeping their incredibly beautiful dresses.
Sara's dress suited her perfectly. It was a cream coloured dress with a corset type bodice, with gold laces crossing over themselves on the front, and a gold satin skirt. The skirt had see-through floaty cream coloured material over top, and long, belled-out sleeves. Her hair had been expertly braided with gold ribbons, and seemed even more shiny and beautiful than usual. It seemed as if this dress had been made for her.
Claire's dress was white with silver along the neck line and the ends of the sleeves. The sleeves were fitted as far as a point to her middle finger, but a light blue floaty material fell from the underside in a bell like fashion. It appeared as if the dress was adorned with a loose silver belt, but it was really part of the dress itself, and split it down the front from below the waist to reveal a light blue material underneath. Her hair was loose and fell softly around her face and shoulders, glistening in the light from the great Mallorns.
The group sat at the base of one of the huge Mallorn trees. Claire beckoned to Sara and they quietly slipped behind the huge trunk to be alone.
'Did you hear her?'
'Yep.'
'Did she say about knowing where we come from and still letting us go on?'
'Yep.'
Claire sighed. 'Maybe this was a mistake, I mean; we could already have changed things without even realizing, like an outward ripple on the surface of an otherwise calm lake.' Claire began to pace.
'You worry too much.' Sara sat down on one of the huge roots.
'Well one of us has to consider our actions!' Sara raised her eyebrows at Claire's sudden out burst. Claire looked at her then sat down with a thump on the neighbouring root.
'I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to be a bitch.' Claire put her head in her hands.
'It's okay; we're all upset about Gandalf, that's all.' Sara said softly.
'No! No it's not okay! You saved my life back there! I don't know anyone as brave or caring as you, and how do I show my thanks? By shouting at you! I'm just, I'm sorry.' Sara put her arm round her friend as she began to cry.
'What's really wrong?' Sara looked sternly at her friend, it was the 'no excuses' look that always made her cave in.
'It was so hard losing Gandalf, even though we know he's going to come back, what about...'
'Boromir?' Claire nodded. 'Well how do think I feel? The man I want is an elf! How's that supposed to work out? He gets to live forever and I get... nothing.' It was Sara's turn to put her head in her hands. The girls sat in silence for a minute before they stood up and hugged.
'At least we're in this together. And no matter what happens, all we can do is survive.' Sara spoke with a wise voice. Claire giggled for a moment.
'Y'know, if we do survive this, we'll get to see Aragorn being crowned, and we might even be able to travel Middle Earth. Properly I mean, maybe we'll even get to go to Mirkwood.' Claire winked at Sara. 'Oh and I'd love to see the Lonely mountain!'
'Yeh! And the Shire!' Sara and Claire forgot their troubles as they discussed the future, rather than the past. But as they returned to the rest of their friends they mood became considerably darker. The girls found their high wearing off. Claire decided a short work would do her good, and made her excuses. Sara sat next to Merry and Pippin and Watched Legolas wander around.
She didn't notice as his eyes took in her outfit, and inside he thought what a wonderful Princess she would make, mortal or no.
*****
Boromir wandered down the slope until he found a small stream, stood over it was the only dark-haired elf-maiden he had seen since Rivendell. Her white dress billowed in a slight breeze and the silver trim glistened. As the woman turned to face him Boromir's breath caught in his throat. It was no elf, it was Claire.
'Boromir.' She gasped. He walked slowly over to her. 'Have you spoken to Aragorn?'
'How did you..?' He began to ask, but then realized she had probably seen this in advance. A question that had been in the back of his mind since their escape from Moria pushed its way to the surface. 'Did you know Gandalf was going to fall?'
Claire's eyes filled with tears, he couldn't know the truth. 'Not until it was too late.'
'And you knew of my, particular, conversation with Aragorn.' He seemed to be pondering this fact. Claire waited with baited breath, shaking all over as she considered the conclusions he may reach with this information, the conclusions about her.
'Why did you let it happen?' He asked evenly.
Claire stood for a moment in silence. 'You need to understand Boromir.' She looked at him and tried not to the meaning behind her words become obvious. 'What happened, what will happen, is all meant to be. No matter how much I may want to change something, I can't. Because that could change everything.'
'If you tell me our hope is not in vain, I will believe you.' He whispered.
Claire nodded slightly, she couldn't form words. Boromir brushed some hair of her cheek and she felt herself letting go. She didn't think of what was to come, she thought only of what was now.
As she kissed him everything seemed unimportant, Boromir drew her closer and they seemed lost in one another, where nothing from the outside world mattered.
*****
Legolas looked sadly at the hobbits, then at Sara. He spoke of the lament to Gandalf, and his pain. She held his gaze for a moment, but could not bear to see his sadness any longer. She stood and ran from the group, along a path, down a bank, over a small bridge... 'Oh great, now I'm lost!' she thought angrily.
'Sara?' Legolas's soft voice sounded so close behind her it made her jump.
'I didn't hear you follow me.'
'I had to. You are suffering like the rest of us. I know you blame yourself for Gandalf's death.' Sara looked startled by this.
'You don't understand...' She tried to speak but Legolas cut her off with a long, passionate kiss.
'I understand what I need to.' He whispered as he pulled away. Sara stood stunned for a few minutes, her mind momentarily disconnected from her body.
'I thought, I thought you didn't see me that way.' She whispered.
'You have much to learn about elves, but I would gladly spend a lifetime teaching you.'
Sara felt her heart flutter wildly. They walked hand in hand in silence for a moment until they came to a beautiful archway with flowers wound around it. Legolas stopped here and asked her something that made her go cold.
'After this is all over, whatever the outcome, will you... will you be leaving Middle Earth?'
Sara froze, she had not even thought of what she would do after. 'I don't know. I don't even know if I can.' Sara frowned. 'I have to talk to Claire.' She decided. As she made to leave Legolas put a hand on her arm to stop her.
'If you stay, you will always be welcome in Mirkwood.' The two looked at each other for a moment.
'I know. The question is, will I be able to stay when all this is over, I never even thought about it until now.' Sara sighed and let Legolas hold her for a moment; the feel of his body was comforting.
Sara realized she really should find the answer to her question, and decided she would find Claire, rather than try and solve it on her own. She made to leave, despite Legolas's puppy-dog-eyes, but Legolas grabbed her and pushed her against the archway, kissing her passionately. Sara decided her conversation with Claire could wait, at least a little while.
*****
'Hey.'
'Hey.'
Sara slumped down next to Claire on a soft patch of grass. The girls were equally torn by their predicaments.
'Legolas kissed me.' Sara said dreamily. 'Just like in 'From Hell'.'
'Lucky Bitch.' Claire laughed and elbowed her friend. The girls sat in reflective silence for a moment. 'You go girl! I'm really happy for you.' Claire said sincerely. Her manner was far less burdened than it had been, but she kept her own secrets, at least for now.
'We need to speak to Galadriel again. Something's been bothering me since we set off.' Sara sighed.
'I know.'
Half an hour later the girls once again stood on the high flet of the Lord and Lady of the Lorien Elves. Galadriel looked meaningfully at Celeborn, and within a moment he and all the other elves that had sat in the hall with them had left, leaving the girls alone with the Lady of the light.
'You want to know of your stay here, if it is permanent.' Galadriel said before either of them opened their mouth. The girls simply nodded.
'I can not tell you this. The truth is, young ones, your arrival here was unexpected, but it was not unseen. The way here was discovered by you, as will be the way back. But you and only you can discover it, when it is time.'
Galadriel would not say anything else, and answered their questions in such a vague manner she left them more confused than satisfied. But she assured them they would understand when it was time to.
Later that night the girls wandered gravely what the future would bring to them, and both felt a slight stab of guilt as they watched Frodo sneak off to follow Galadriel to her mirror. They realized Frodo was from then on alone, even with Sam at his side. He would always be alone with his burden.
*****
As the fellowship prepared to depart, Galadriel came to them and presented them with gifts for the journey ahead.
To Merry and Pippin she gave silver belts, with clasps wrought like golden flowers.
To Legolas a bow such as the Galadhrim use, and quiver with arrows to match.
To Boromir she gave a belt of gold.
To Aragorn a sheath for his sword, overlaid with a tracery of flowers and leaves wrought of silver and gold, and on it were Elvin runes set of many gems. Also a beautiful Green gem, shaped as an eagle with spread wings.
To Samwise some elfish rope, and some dirt from her gardens in a small box.
To Frodo a small phial, the light of Earendil, beloved star of the elves.
To Sara and Claire she gave two beautiful gifts that took their breaths away. Two beautiful pendants that reminded the girls of the Evenstar, each suited their owner and gave them an ethereal quality. Both had a twisting stem of green, Sara's the darker, each with two leaves. Sara's had four dark pink petals with light green petals protruding behind them. Set in the centre was a beautiful round clear gem, about 1cm squared in size, with a clear light that seemed to shine from within. Claire's had five blue petals, each set with three minute pearls at their centre and a diamond in the centre of the flower. The gem was similar to Sara's, only it glowed with a more pearly light.
The girls bowed gratefully as they admired their gifts. When Gimli requested a strand of Galadriel's hair, the girls smiled.
A little while later and the Fellowship was paddling down the river in their elfish boats, Aragorn, Claire, Frodo and Sam in one, Boromir, Merry, Pippin and most of the supplies in another, and Sara, Legolas and Gimli in another. Sara looked most pleased about this.
*****
Claire looked fondly at her smug looking friend as they exchanged a thumbs- up.
'What is the meaning of that gesture?' Asked Sam.
'Oh! It's basically saying, well done, or all is well. Pretty much along those lines.' She smiled. The boats were close enough for the whole group to have a conversation at this point, and Claire quickly decided to use this opportunity to tease her friend.
'So, are you planning to repeat the whole, Johnny Depp/Heather Graham scene then?' She giggled.
Sara went bright red. 'That's none of your business!'
'What do you mean?' Asked Merry innocently.
Claire sniggered. 'Keep your mouth shut you cow!' Sara shrieked through a fit of giggles.
'Don't call me a cow, you Bitch!' Claire laughed. The rest of the group just looked at them with puzzled expressions.
'I do not think it is becoming of a lady to insult her friend.' Aragorn frowned.
'It's alright Aragorn. We're just playing.' Claire smiled them stuck her tongue out at Sara.
'Where we come from this behavior is considered acceptable.' Sara nodded solemnly then started to giggle again. The girls had lightened the mood for now, but all too soon it seemed they were pulling into shore to camp for the night. Soon they would reach the falls of Rauros, and the breaking of the Fellowship.
*End*
A/N: hi this is amazing author #1 (soz hun) the writer of this chapter is amazing author #2, but anyway I have a small request to any fans or interested readers of this story REVIEW!!!!!!!!! If you don't review then we don't know if what we are writing is any good and therefore we won't know to continue writing so for god's sake REVIEW!!!!!!!!
The Fellowship ran into to woods as fast as their exhausted legs would carry them. Sara and Claire were shocked at themselves. They had known Gandalf would fall all along, but that hadn't stopped them crying uncontrollably when they escaped from Moria and seen the faces of the Hobbits in their grief.
The girls walked in silence, barely taking in their surroundings, until they came face to face with some very sharp arrows. As they knew what to expect, the girls didn't panic, or even speak. Haldir took them to a flet to hide, when they had been given the all clear and the pursuing Orcs had been dealt with, they were taken to the lady of light.
Sara and Claire walked the whole way up the never-ending flight of steps to the large flet on which Galadriel and Celeborn waited in total silence. The entire Fellowship was subdued, but the girls had the added fear that Galadriel would discover them for the frauds they were, or worse, accuse them of bringing about the events that led to Gandalf's death, and letting him die on purpose.
'What do you think she'll do to us?' Sara asked, her voice shaking.
'We, we didn't do anything wrong. She won't do anything.' Claire whispered back. 'Will she?'
Sara gave her friend an incredulous look. 'I thought you thought she wouldn't!' Claire shrugged her shoulders uncomfortably, but her retort was cut off by the Fellowships sudden halt. They were there.
The group looked on in revered silence at the two figures descending before them. Their bodies had a strange glow about them, and the lady of the light truly lived up to her name. Celeborn spoke of Gandalf, and Galadriel answered his question for him and began to give her own words of wisdom. Sara and Claire watched her and calculated what she was saying to each Fellowship member as she spoke. But they were caught quite off guard when she turned and looked directly at them.
Galadriel gazed into the girls eyes one after the other, she said nothing, but they heard her voice as clear as day. 'You are not of this world. Yet you know what will befall the fellowship when even I cannot perceive this in its entirety. I can see no evil in your hearts, so I will allow you to proceed on this path. Take care, there is hope, but you must believe in it to survive.'
Claire nodded grimly, whilst Sara hung her head. They exchanged a look and both made a mental note to check she had spoken the same words to both, but that would have to wait until they found somewhere they could be alone, they had much to discus.
*****
The girls rejoined the Fellowship after they had dressed in the garments the Lorien Elves had provided them with. The girls would quite happily have stayed in Lothlorien forever if it meant keeping their incredibly beautiful dresses.
Sara's dress suited her perfectly. It was a cream coloured dress with a corset type bodice, with gold laces crossing over themselves on the front, and a gold satin skirt. The skirt had see-through floaty cream coloured material over top, and long, belled-out sleeves. Her hair had been expertly braided with gold ribbons, and seemed even more shiny and beautiful than usual. It seemed as if this dress had been made for her.
Claire's dress was white with silver along the neck line and the ends of the sleeves. The sleeves were fitted as far as a point to her middle finger, but a light blue floaty material fell from the underside in a bell like fashion. It appeared as if the dress was adorned with a loose silver belt, but it was really part of the dress itself, and split it down the front from below the waist to reveal a light blue material underneath. Her hair was loose and fell softly around her face and shoulders, glistening in the light from the great Mallorns.
The group sat at the base of one of the huge Mallorn trees. Claire beckoned to Sara and they quietly slipped behind the huge trunk to be alone.
'Did you hear her?'
'Yep.'
'Did she say about knowing where we come from and still letting us go on?'
'Yep.'
Claire sighed. 'Maybe this was a mistake, I mean; we could already have changed things without even realizing, like an outward ripple on the surface of an otherwise calm lake.' Claire began to pace.
'You worry too much.' Sara sat down on one of the huge roots.
'Well one of us has to consider our actions!' Sara raised her eyebrows at Claire's sudden out burst. Claire looked at her then sat down with a thump on the neighbouring root.
'I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to be a bitch.' Claire put her head in her hands.
'It's okay; we're all upset about Gandalf, that's all.' Sara said softly.
'No! No it's not okay! You saved my life back there! I don't know anyone as brave or caring as you, and how do I show my thanks? By shouting at you! I'm just, I'm sorry.' Sara put her arm round her friend as she began to cry.
'What's really wrong?' Sara looked sternly at her friend, it was the 'no excuses' look that always made her cave in.
'It was so hard losing Gandalf, even though we know he's going to come back, what about...'
'Boromir?' Claire nodded. 'Well how do think I feel? The man I want is an elf! How's that supposed to work out? He gets to live forever and I get... nothing.' It was Sara's turn to put her head in her hands. The girls sat in silence for a minute before they stood up and hugged.
'At least we're in this together. And no matter what happens, all we can do is survive.' Sara spoke with a wise voice. Claire giggled for a moment.
'Y'know, if we do survive this, we'll get to see Aragorn being crowned, and we might even be able to travel Middle Earth. Properly I mean, maybe we'll even get to go to Mirkwood.' Claire winked at Sara. 'Oh and I'd love to see the Lonely mountain!'
'Yeh! And the Shire!' Sara and Claire forgot their troubles as they discussed the future, rather than the past. But as they returned to the rest of their friends they mood became considerably darker. The girls found their high wearing off. Claire decided a short work would do her good, and made her excuses. Sara sat next to Merry and Pippin and Watched Legolas wander around.
She didn't notice as his eyes took in her outfit, and inside he thought what a wonderful Princess she would make, mortal or no.
*****
Boromir wandered down the slope until he found a small stream, stood over it was the only dark-haired elf-maiden he had seen since Rivendell. Her white dress billowed in a slight breeze and the silver trim glistened. As the woman turned to face him Boromir's breath caught in his throat. It was no elf, it was Claire.
'Boromir.' She gasped. He walked slowly over to her. 'Have you spoken to Aragorn?'
'How did you..?' He began to ask, but then realized she had probably seen this in advance. A question that had been in the back of his mind since their escape from Moria pushed its way to the surface. 'Did you know Gandalf was going to fall?'
Claire's eyes filled with tears, he couldn't know the truth. 'Not until it was too late.'
'And you knew of my, particular, conversation with Aragorn.' He seemed to be pondering this fact. Claire waited with baited breath, shaking all over as she considered the conclusions he may reach with this information, the conclusions about her.
'Why did you let it happen?' He asked evenly.
Claire stood for a moment in silence. 'You need to understand Boromir.' She looked at him and tried not to the meaning behind her words become obvious. 'What happened, what will happen, is all meant to be. No matter how much I may want to change something, I can't. Because that could change everything.'
'If you tell me our hope is not in vain, I will believe you.' He whispered.
Claire nodded slightly, she couldn't form words. Boromir brushed some hair of her cheek and she felt herself letting go. She didn't think of what was to come, she thought only of what was now.
As she kissed him everything seemed unimportant, Boromir drew her closer and they seemed lost in one another, where nothing from the outside world mattered.
*****
Legolas looked sadly at the hobbits, then at Sara. He spoke of the lament to Gandalf, and his pain. She held his gaze for a moment, but could not bear to see his sadness any longer. She stood and ran from the group, along a path, down a bank, over a small bridge... 'Oh great, now I'm lost!' she thought angrily.
'Sara?' Legolas's soft voice sounded so close behind her it made her jump.
'I didn't hear you follow me.'
'I had to. You are suffering like the rest of us. I know you blame yourself for Gandalf's death.' Sara looked startled by this.
'You don't understand...' She tried to speak but Legolas cut her off with a long, passionate kiss.
'I understand what I need to.' He whispered as he pulled away. Sara stood stunned for a few minutes, her mind momentarily disconnected from her body.
'I thought, I thought you didn't see me that way.' She whispered.
'You have much to learn about elves, but I would gladly spend a lifetime teaching you.'
Sara felt her heart flutter wildly. They walked hand in hand in silence for a moment until they came to a beautiful archway with flowers wound around it. Legolas stopped here and asked her something that made her go cold.
'After this is all over, whatever the outcome, will you... will you be leaving Middle Earth?'
Sara froze, she had not even thought of what she would do after. 'I don't know. I don't even know if I can.' Sara frowned. 'I have to talk to Claire.' She decided. As she made to leave Legolas put a hand on her arm to stop her.
'If you stay, you will always be welcome in Mirkwood.' The two looked at each other for a moment.
'I know. The question is, will I be able to stay when all this is over, I never even thought about it until now.' Sara sighed and let Legolas hold her for a moment; the feel of his body was comforting.
Sara realized she really should find the answer to her question, and decided she would find Claire, rather than try and solve it on her own. She made to leave, despite Legolas's puppy-dog-eyes, but Legolas grabbed her and pushed her against the archway, kissing her passionately. Sara decided her conversation with Claire could wait, at least a little while.
*****
'Hey.'
'Hey.'
Sara slumped down next to Claire on a soft patch of grass. The girls were equally torn by their predicaments.
'Legolas kissed me.' Sara said dreamily. 'Just like in 'From Hell'.'
'Lucky Bitch.' Claire laughed and elbowed her friend. The girls sat in reflective silence for a moment. 'You go girl! I'm really happy for you.' Claire said sincerely. Her manner was far less burdened than it had been, but she kept her own secrets, at least for now.
'We need to speak to Galadriel again. Something's been bothering me since we set off.' Sara sighed.
'I know.'
Half an hour later the girls once again stood on the high flet of the Lord and Lady of the Lorien Elves. Galadriel looked meaningfully at Celeborn, and within a moment he and all the other elves that had sat in the hall with them had left, leaving the girls alone with the Lady of the light.
'You want to know of your stay here, if it is permanent.' Galadriel said before either of them opened their mouth. The girls simply nodded.
'I can not tell you this. The truth is, young ones, your arrival here was unexpected, but it was not unseen. The way here was discovered by you, as will be the way back. But you and only you can discover it, when it is time.'
Galadriel would not say anything else, and answered their questions in such a vague manner she left them more confused than satisfied. But she assured them they would understand when it was time to.
Later that night the girls wandered gravely what the future would bring to them, and both felt a slight stab of guilt as they watched Frodo sneak off to follow Galadriel to her mirror. They realized Frodo was from then on alone, even with Sam at his side. He would always be alone with his burden.
*****
As the fellowship prepared to depart, Galadriel came to them and presented them with gifts for the journey ahead.
To Merry and Pippin she gave silver belts, with clasps wrought like golden flowers.
To Legolas a bow such as the Galadhrim use, and quiver with arrows to match.
To Boromir she gave a belt of gold.
To Aragorn a sheath for his sword, overlaid with a tracery of flowers and leaves wrought of silver and gold, and on it were Elvin runes set of many gems. Also a beautiful Green gem, shaped as an eagle with spread wings.
To Samwise some elfish rope, and some dirt from her gardens in a small box.
To Frodo a small phial, the light of Earendil, beloved star of the elves.
To Sara and Claire she gave two beautiful gifts that took their breaths away. Two beautiful pendants that reminded the girls of the Evenstar, each suited their owner and gave them an ethereal quality. Both had a twisting stem of green, Sara's the darker, each with two leaves. Sara's had four dark pink petals with light green petals protruding behind them. Set in the centre was a beautiful round clear gem, about 1cm squared in size, with a clear light that seemed to shine from within. Claire's had five blue petals, each set with three minute pearls at their centre and a diamond in the centre of the flower. The gem was similar to Sara's, only it glowed with a more pearly light.
The girls bowed gratefully as they admired their gifts. When Gimli requested a strand of Galadriel's hair, the girls smiled.
A little while later and the Fellowship was paddling down the river in their elfish boats, Aragorn, Claire, Frodo and Sam in one, Boromir, Merry, Pippin and most of the supplies in another, and Sara, Legolas and Gimli in another. Sara looked most pleased about this.
*****
Claire looked fondly at her smug looking friend as they exchanged a thumbs- up.
'What is the meaning of that gesture?' Asked Sam.
'Oh! It's basically saying, well done, or all is well. Pretty much along those lines.' She smiled. The boats were close enough for the whole group to have a conversation at this point, and Claire quickly decided to use this opportunity to tease her friend.
'So, are you planning to repeat the whole, Johnny Depp/Heather Graham scene then?' She giggled.
Sara went bright red. 'That's none of your business!'
'What do you mean?' Asked Merry innocently.
Claire sniggered. 'Keep your mouth shut you cow!' Sara shrieked through a fit of giggles.
'Don't call me a cow, you Bitch!' Claire laughed. The rest of the group just looked at them with puzzled expressions.
'I do not think it is becoming of a lady to insult her friend.' Aragorn frowned.
'It's alright Aragorn. We're just playing.' Claire smiled them stuck her tongue out at Sara.
'Where we come from this behavior is considered acceptable.' Sara nodded solemnly then started to giggle again. The girls had lightened the mood for now, but all too soon it seemed they were pulling into shore to camp for the night. Soon they would reach the falls of Rauros, and the breaking of the Fellowship.
*End*
A/N: hi this is amazing author #1 (soz hun) the writer of this chapter is amazing author #2, but anyway I have a small request to any fans or interested readers of this story REVIEW!!!!!!!!! If you don't review then we don't know if what we are writing is any good and therefore we won't know to continue writing so for god's sake REVIEW!!!!!!!!