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Origami

Boromir goggled at the "flat" new comers. They were so thin…

After a moment's hesitation, Boromir reached out to touch the strange being (Yami) in front of him. "Hey!" he cried, delighted. The being seemed almost to be made out of paper. Without really thinking about it, he reached out again and began to fold Yami.

Most people didn't know it, but Boromir always had enjoyed folding paper into different shapes. He had had a friend who taught him different folding techniques. As he began to absent-mindedly fold Yami, he went over his old lessons in his mind.

"My HAIR! LET! ME! GO!" cried Yami, and his friends rushed to his side to aid him…to no avail. Boromir merely lifted Yami up, and continued to fold him. He was concentrating so fiercely on what creature to fold the being into, he didn't even notice the futile attempts to stop him.

"Uh, Boromir?" Aragorn (who had rushed to see Boromir upon hearing his horn) with his eyebrows cocked slightly.

"Hmm?" Boromir asked, without truly hearing Aragorn. * Oh, what fun! * he thought. * Just like when I was a lad, hardly bigger than Frodo… *

"What exactly are you do--"

"Ow! LEMME GO!" Yami screeched.

"Boromir? Hello? Mr. Boromir, sir?" Sam asked, tugging on one of Boromir's sleeves. "What are you doing?"

"Let him go, you…you…you over-detailed heathen!" cried one of Yami's companions.

Boromir paid neither friend nor stranger any heed. He merely continued to fold gleefully, slipping into his "folding trance" as he had when he was a boy. He folded and folded, hardly noticing when the struggles ceased.

"Oh, look! Boromir made a bird!" Pippin cried.

"A crane." Boromir replied proudly.

Everyone stared at the small crane resting in Boromir's hand. The crane occasionally twitched, showing it was still alive.

"Boromir," Aragorn said levelly, "unfold him now. NOW!"

"Boromir sighed, and then his shoulders sagged in a depressed way. He began to unfold Yami.

~*~*~*~

Several minutes later, Yami was completely unfolded, and was wincing in pain. Many creases bent his body in odd directions, which did not seem to do anything to cheer him up. His eyes were slits, and they were focused on Boromir, who decided (wisely) to back away from the strange, "flat" being.

"Uh, I'm sorry about that…" Aragorn said, eyes full of concern. "Here, let me help you out…"

Without any further words, he picked Yami up, one hand on his hair, and the other holding his feet. He carried the crinkled Yami over to a tree.

"WHAT are you DOING?" Yami hissed.

Aragorn didn't reply, merely began to rub Yami across a large, smooth-barked tree, must as a teenager from our world would rub a dollar bill against the edge of a soda machine to straighten it back out. Yami yelped in pain as he did so, and his companions stood rooted to their spots.

After a while, Aragorn stopped and put Yami down. Yami leaned against the tree for balance, breathing very hard.

He straightened up, turned slowly to face Aragorn, and hissed, "This. Is. War."

A/N: Hope you liked it! We promise this will be funny and it will get more insane…we've already written up to chapter 8, but the only way that you'll get them is by reviewing! Muahahahaha! Er, uh…