Faulkner: There is a God! I don't have art anymore with the bitchy witch!!
But on the down side my Science teacher is back from maternity leave. She
had a girl. I pity the little tyke that has her as a mum.
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Ratchet slowly woke up next to Boromir. His arms were around her waist and one of his legs was laying possesively across hers. His cloak covered them and she was as comfortable as if she was sleeping on a bed and not the ground. Ratchet thought that that was probably because she was sleeping with Boromir.
'Holy cow! That came out so totally wrong!' she thought to herself. 'But.... I kinda like it. I could definitely get used to this.'
Ratchet sighed in contentment and looked up into Boromir's face. 'He looks so peaceful when he's asleep' she thought. He had a little smile on his face and was relaxed. For the first time Ratchet had ever seen him, he was relaxed.
She wanted to stay in his warm embrace, but she could smell food, and was starving. Ratchet carefully slipped away from him and straightend out her clothes and hair. Then followed her nose to the food as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
The Fellowship had long ago learned that Ratchet was not a morning person, so they refrained from teasing her. They watched her sit down and pile food onto her plate. Then scarf it down and drink two cups of juice. She then walked back to Boromir's pallet and didn't return.
Ratchet went back to Boromir and watched him sleep for a few seconds. She smiled at him and then climbed back under his cloak. Boromir automatically grabbed her waist and pulled her to him. Ratchet gladly snuggled up against him and fell back to sleep.
When Boromir woke up about an hour after Ratchet had, he had absolutely no desire to get up. He just stared fondly at Ratchet and wondered how he had gotten so lucky. He brushed away some hair that was obscuring his view of her face. Then kissed her gently on the lips.
She moved at his touch, just a slight twitching of her hand.
He watched for a while longer before looking around. 'Lothlorien really is beautiful. But the Lady scares me' he thought to himself. 'How can she see into my mind?'
He was drawn from his thoughts by Ratchet stirring. She moved in his arms and started to whimper. Boromir frowned and watched her. She curled up into a ball and held her head. Then started to muttering.
"No....you'll never get it. I won't let you....uhhhh." she groaned and clutched her stomach. "Shut up. Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shuddup shuddup shuddup shuddup SHUT UP!!" she yelled. Then as if woken up by her own scream, opened her eyes and gasped.
"Ratchet?" Boromir asked fearfully.
Ratchet just lay, remembering what Sauron had said.
~*Ratchet's Nightmare*~
Ratchet felt the searing heat as Sauron laughed at her in her brain.
~You really thought you could hide from me?~
Ratchet didn't answer, only stared at the castle that she was hovering over. The castle was really creepy and scary, yet awesome at the same time.
~Foolish girl! You cannot hide yourself from me! Nor can you hide my Ring. Tell me where it is.~ the voice growled.
"No..." the heat was getting steadily worse. "You'll never get it. I won't let you." It felt as if something punched her in the gut. She involuntarily groaned.
Sauron laughed and started repeating a phrase.
~Ash nazg durbatuluk. Ash nazg gimbatul, Ash nazg thrakatuluk agh burzum- ishi krimpatul.~
Over and over he said the inscription on the Ring in the Black Speech. Ratchet started to yell at him to shut up, but he wouldn't.
"SHUT UP!!"
~*End Ratchet's Nightmare*~
She could still feel the heat of The Eye's stare on her. She shivered and felt someone touch her shoulder. She looked up and saw Boromir's worried face.
"What did you dream of?" he asked softly.
Ratchet stared at him for a few seconds before answering. "Something that I would rather not talk about."
Boromir nodded and let a hand stroke her cheek. Ratchet closed her eyes and leaned into his gentle and loving touch. Boromir allowed himself a small smile. The girl really had captured his heart.
Ratchet caught his hand and kissed it. She gave him a smirk and got into a sitting position. After all the sleep that she had gotten, she felt restless.
"I don't know about you, but i'm gonna look around." Ratchet told him. She stretched and looked around for her backpack. Once she found it, she searched for a clean pair of pants and shirt. "After I change. Do you mind turning around?"
Boromir blushed and turned his back on her. He heard the rustle of clothing as she changed.
Ratchet lead them out and started out in a random direction. They marveled at the beauty of Lorien and talked about many things. One of them being what Boromir would show her when they reached the White City. He said she would love it there.
But their alone time was interrupted by Haldir. He walked up to them and said that the Lady wanted to speak to her. *Alone*. Ratchet wondered at how an elf could be so rude. Wonders would never cease.
Haldir and Ratchet walked along in silence to the place that Galadriel would meet them. At least, they were quiet for a little while.
"Hey Haldir. What got you so mad when you were talking with Aragorn and Legolas?"
Haldir stole a glance at her. "I do not think that is any of your buisness." he answered.
"Oh, c'mon! Tell me, please! Don't be such a jerk!" Ratchet begged.
Haldir did not relent. "No. I will not tell you."
Ratchet sighed. She hated it when her curiosity got the better of her. 'Curiosity killed the cat' she thought. 'Wait. I don't have a cat.' While Ratchet pondered this, Haldir watched her intently from the corner of his sight. The only sign of her thinking was her slightly furrowed brows.
'She is like me, in a way' Haldir thought to himself. 'She hides her emotions at times. And yet, she finds other ways to let her feelings show.'
Ratchet bumped into Haldir's back as he abruptly came to a stop. She took a step back and looked around him. They had stopped at the top of some stairs that went into a little glade. In the middle there was a stand with a basin on it filled with water. The sound of a small waterfall of to the side was the only sound.
Ratchet looked around and felt her stomach twist into knots. There was an eery feeling in the air, and she was reluctant to go down the steps.
"Go. It is rude to keep the Lady waiting." Haldir whispered from her side.
Ratchet looked up at him with the slightest traces of fear. She had felt something like this when The Eye had spoken to her.
Haldir gave her a small push and she couldn't help but go down the steps and into the glade. Ratchet looked up and saw Haldir flash her a slight smile of encouragement. Then he disappeared into the trees. Ratchet turned around as she felt a slight tingle go up her spine.
There, standing barefoot, was a beyond beautiful elf with a shimmering white dress. Her blond hair was wavy and some of it in braids.
"Do not be afraid of me little one." the lady said.
"I...I'm not afraid." Ratchet gathered her courage and stood rather arrogantly. She was not going to be intimidated by some elf queen, by George!
"Why are you here, little one? The quest does not concern you, from a different time and place." Galadriel walked over and stood next to the basin. "So, why are you here?"
Ratchet's temper was starting to rise. She realized that the Lady had called her little one *twice*! She was *not* little!
"Maybe not in spirit, but in self worth." the Lady said.
"Huh?" Ratchet said. "Wh- what do you mean? How did you get into my head?" Memories of her little talks with Sauron flashed through her mind.
Galadriel ignored her question, and asked one of her own. "Do you wish to look into the mirror?"
Ratchet was about to ask 'What mirror' when her eyes fell on the basin. That must have been what Galadriel was talking about.
"What will I see?" Ratchet asked cautiously.
"The mirror shows many things. The past, the present, and even a possible course of the future."
Ratchet looked at the basin again. She thought carefully about the pro's and the con's. It was a pretty much even scale, when she weighed them. But then she thought of how much Galadriel reminded her of Sauron. That convinced her that the mirror was no good.
"No. I don't want to." Ratchet replied.
"Why do you think of me as The Eye?" Galadriel asked.
Ratchet started at this. She wanted Galadriel to stay out of her head. She put up mental walls, just like she had always done with her emotions. The Lady started to chuckle and Ratchet felt like she was losing her temper.
"You cannot hide your mind from me. I know that He has spoken to you, felt your strength. He has tempted you, and you refused. I must commend you on that. But..." Galadriel walked forward and stopped two feet away from Ratchet. "But you have brought his gaze on the Golden Wood. You were not meant to be here on Middle-Earth."
"Yah think." Ratchet muttered.
"The only question is: What affect will your appearance have on the events that will play out? Will your presence destroy the Quest, and bring all to ruin?" Galadriel brought Ratchet's chin up so she could look her in the eye.
"What do you want me to do? Stand around and watch everything get shot to hell? I won't let him face it alone. I refuse to." Ratchet whispered menacingly.
Galadriel's lips twitched, as if trying to smile.
"Be careful of the decisions you make, Aerin. You can destroy the future of Middle-Earth. Or you can save it." With that, Galadriel silently left the glade.
Ratchet stared after her, and thought about what the Lady had said. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't notice Haldir walk up to her and stand right in front of her.
"Lady Ratchet?" Haldir called softly, even though he was right in front of her.
Ratchet either ignored him or didn't notice him. Haldir gently touched her shoulder, and she started. Her eyes came back into focus and she jumped back.
"Jesus Haldir! Don't sneak up on me like that!" Ratchet scolded. "Are ya tryin to send me to my grave?"
"Come. I will take you back to the Fellowship." Haldir restrained himself from making a sarcastic remark.
Ratchet nodded absently and followed him. Haldir watched Ratchet thoughtfully as he remembered the conversation between her and the Lady. He had been aware that Ratchet had seen something awful. But he hadn't thought that it was the Dark Lord himself that she had seen.
"Lady Ratchet?"
"Drop the Lady crap Haldir. Or else i'll come up with an embarassing nickname to call you." Ratchet threatened.
"Was what the Lady said true?" he asked.
Ratchet stopped dead in her tracks. She slowly looked up and stared at the Lorien guard. Then she gave him a look of disgust.
"I hate you guys." Haldir was about to speak, but she continued. "It's no fair that only elves get super-hearing. Why can't I have super-hearing? Do you have any idea how handy that would be?" she asked.
Haldir just stared at her for a minute or two. Then a smile slowly appeared on his fair features.
"You look good when ya smile Haldir. You should do that more often." Ratchet pointed out, then sighed. "Yes, what she said was true."
The Captain nodded and gave Ratchet a look of pity.
"Don't do that." she whispered.
"Do what?"
"Don't pity me. I don't deserve it, or need it. So don't waste it on me."
He stared at her for a while, then continued toward the pavilion where the Fellowship was staying. He thought about the conversation between the two again, and reached a conclusion. That all though Ratchet had a strong will, her spirit would be broken in an instant. So he promised that he would do his best to protect her. For she was not unlike himself, in more ways than one.
He was startled out of his thoughts when he heard a voice softly singing.
"When I see her eyes
Look into my eyes
Then I realize that
She could see inside my head
So I close my eyes
Thinking that I could hide
Disassociate so I don't have to lose my head
This situation leads to agitation
Will she cut me off?
Will this be amputation?
I don't know if I care
I'm the jerk
Life's not fair
Fighting all the time
This is out of line
She loves me not (loves me not)
Do you realize I won't compromise
She loves me not (loves me not)
Over the past five years
I have shed my tears
I have drank my beers and watched my fears fly away
And until this day
She still swings my way
But it's sad to say sometimes
She says she loves me not
But I hesitate
To tell her I hate
This relationship
I want out today
This is over."
This was the fourth song that Haldir had heard Ratchet sing, and yet he was still amazed at the strange lyrics and tune.
"I don't know if I care
I'm the jerk
Life's not fair
Fighting all the time
This is out of line
She loves me not (loves me not)
Do you realize I won't compromise
She loves me not (life's not fair, i'm a jerk)."
Then she started rapping, and startled Haldir again.
"Line for line
Rhyme for rhyme
Sometimes we be fightin' all the goddamn time
It's makin' me sick
Relationship is getting ill
Piss drunk stupid
Mad
On the real
Could you feel
What's the deal girl
We're tearing up each others world
We should be in harmony
Boy and girl
That is the promise we made
Back in the day
We told each other things wouldn't be this way
I think we should work this out
It's all right baby we can scream and shout."
She was about to start back on the chorus when she got a bad feeling in her leg. Namely, the one that got shot.
"Uh, Haldir?" she called.
Haldir turned around and looked at her
"I think i'm gonna-" and then her leg gave out and she fell. But Ratchet never hit the forest floor. "-fall. Nice catch Haldir. You'd make a nice outfielder." she said patting his arm. "Thanks."
"You're welcome." Haldir said. "I shall have to carry you the rest of the way." he said with a sigh. He picked her up and then started walking. "What is an outfielder?" he asked.
Ratchet laughed and tried to explain baseball to him on the way. He was very confused on why people would find fun in it at all. After many tries of trying to tell him why, she just settler on, 'it's one of those things you have to do to understand why.'
Haldir just nodded sagely and kept on moving. He was about to ask her another question when he felt something on his shoulder. He looked down and saw that Ratchet had fallen asleep.
When he reached the pavilion he set her down on the pallet that her backpack was next to and tucked her in. He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand and then kissed her forehead.
"Good-night Aier." he whispered.
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Aier = little one
Faulkner: That song that she was singing was She Loves Me Not by Papa Roach. Kickass song!!
Pinky: The sequel to Lost Cause is up!! Please review!!
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Ratchet slowly woke up next to Boromir. His arms were around her waist and one of his legs was laying possesively across hers. His cloak covered them and she was as comfortable as if she was sleeping on a bed and not the ground. Ratchet thought that that was probably because she was sleeping with Boromir.
'Holy cow! That came out so totally wrong!' she thought to herself. 'But.... I kinda like it. I could definitely get used to this.'
Ratchet sighed in contentment and looked up into Boromir's face. 'He looks so peaceful when he's asleep' she thought. He had a little smile on his face and was relaxed. For the first time Ratchet had ever seen him, he was relaxed.
She wanted to stay in his warm embrace, but she could smell food, and was starving. Ratchet carefully slipped away from him and straightend out her clothes and hair. Then followed her nose to the food as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
The Fellowship had long ago learned that Ratchet was not a morning person, so they refrained from teasing her. They watched her sit down and pile food onto her plate. Then scarf it down and drink two cups of juice. She then walked back to Boromir's pallet and didn't return.
Ratchet went back to Boromir and watched him sleep for a few seconds. She smiled at him and then climbed back under his cloak. Boromir automatically grabbed her waist and pulled her to him. Ratchet gladly snuggled up against him and fell back to sleep.
When Boromir woke up about an hour after Ratchet had, he had absolutely no desire to get up. He just stared fondly at Ratchet and wondered how he had gotten so lucky. He brushed away some hair that was obscuring his view of her face. Then kissed her gently on the lips.
She moved at his touch, just a slight twitching of her hand.
He watched for a while longer before looking around. 'Lothlorien really is beautiful. But the Lady scares me' he thought to himself. 'How can she see into my mind?'
He was drawn from his thoughts by Ratchet stirring. She moved in his arms and started to whimper. Boromir frowned and watched her. She curled up into a ball and held her head. Then started to muttering.
"No....you'll never get it. I won't let you....uhhhh." she groaned and clutched her stomach. "Shut up. Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shuddup shuddup shuddup shuddup SHUT UP!!" she yelled. Then as if woken up by her own scream, opened her eyes and gasped.
"Ratchet?" Boromir asked fearfully.
Ratchet just lay, remembering what Sauron had said.
~*Ratchet's Nightmare*~
Ratchet felt the searing heat as Sauron laughed at her in her brain.
~You really thought you could hide from me?~
Ratchet didn't answer, only stared at the castle that she was hovering over. The castle was really creepy and scary, yet awesome at the same time.
~Foolish girl! You cannot hide yourself from me! Nor can you hide my Ring. Tell me where it is.~ the voice growled.
"No..." the heat was getting steadily worse. "You'll never get it. I won't let you." It felt as if something punched her in the gut. She involuntarily groaned.
Sauron laughed and started repeating a phrase.
~Ash nazg durbatuluk. Ash nazg gimbatul, Ash nazg thrakatuluk agh burzum- ishi krimpatul.~
Over and over he said the inscription on the Ring in the Black Speech. Ratchet started to yell at him to shut up, but he wouldn't.
"SHUT UP!!"
~*End Ratchet's Nightmare*~
She could still feel the heat of The Eye's stare on her. She shivered and felt someone touch her shoulder. She looked up and saw Boromir's worried face.
"What did you dream of?" he asked softly.
Ratchet stared at him for a few seconds before answering. "Something that I would rather not talk about."
Boromir nodded and let a hand stroke her cheek. Ratchet closed her eyes and leaned into his gentle and loving touch. Boromir allowed himself a small smile. The girl really had captured his heart.
Ratchet caught his hand and kissed it. She gave him a smirk and got into a sitting position. After all the sleep that she had gotten, she felt restless.
"I don't know about you, but i'm gonna look around." Ratchet told him. She stretched and looked around for her backpack. Once she found it, she searched for a clean pair of pants and shirt. "After I change. Do you mind turning around?"
Boromir blushed and turned his back on her. He heard the rustle of clothing as she changed.
Ratchet lead them out and started out in a random direction. They marveled at the beauty of Lorien and talked about many things. One of them being what Boromir would show her when they reached the White City. He said she would love it there.
But their alone time was interrupted by Haldir. He walked up to them and said that the Lady wanted to speak to her. *Alone*. Ratchet wondered at how an elf could be so rude. Wonders would never cease.
Haldir and Ratchet walked along in silence to the place that Galadriel would meet them. At least, they were quiet for a little while.
"Hey Haldir. What got you so mad when you were talking with Aragorn and Legolas?"
Haldir stole a glance at her. "I do not think that is any of your buisness." he answered.
"Oh, c'mon! Tell me, please! Don't be such a jerk!" Ratchet begged.
Haldir did not relent. "No. I will not tell you."
Ratchet sighed. She hated it when her curiosity got the better of her. 'Curiosity killed the cat' she thought. 'Wait. I don't have a cat.' While Ratchet pondered this, Haldir watched her intently from the corner of his sight. The only sign of her thinking was her slightly furrowed brows.
'She is like me, in a way' Haldir thought to himself. 'She hides her emotions at times. And yet, she finds other ways to let her feelings show.'
Ratchet bumped into Haldir's back as he abruptly came to a stop. She took a step back and looked around him. They had stopped at the top of some stairs that went into a little glade. In the middle there was a stand with a basin on it filled with water. The sound of a small waterfall of to the side was the only sound.
Ratchet looked around and felt her stomach twist into knots. There was an eery feeling in the air, and she was reluctant to go down the steps.
"Go. It is rude to keep the Lady waiting." Haldir whispered from her side.
Ratchet looked up at him with the slightest traces of fear. She had felt something like this when The Eye had spoken to her.
Haldir gave her a small push and she couldn't help but go down the steps and into the glade. Ratchet looked up and saw Haldir flash her a slight smile of encouragement. Then he disappeared into the trees. Ratchet turned around as she felt a slight tingle go up her spine.
There, standing barefoot, was a beyond beautiful elf with a shimmering white dress. Her blond hair was wavy and some of it in braids.
"Do not be afraid of me little one." the lady said.
"I...I'm not afraid." Ratchet gathered her courage and stood rather arrogantly. She was not going to be intimidated by some elf queen, by George!
"Why are you here, little one? The quest does not concern you, from a different time and place." Galadriel walked over and stood next to the basin. "So, why are you here?"
Ratchet's temper was starting to rise. She realized that the Lady had called her little one *twice*! She was *not* little!
"Maybe not in spirit, but in self worth." the Lady said.
"Huh?" Ratchet said. "Wh- what do you mean? How did you get into my head?" Memories of her little talks with Sauron flashed through her mind.
Galadriel ignored her question, and asked one of her own. "Do you wish to look into the mirror?"
Ratchet was about to ask 'What mirror' when her eyes fell on the basin. That must have been what Galadriel was talking about.
"What will I see?" Ratchet asked cautiously.
"The mirror shows many things. The past, the present, and even a possible course of the future."
Ratchet looked at the basin again. She thought carefully about the pro's and the con's. It was a pretty much even scale, when she weighed them. But then she thought of how much Galadriel reminded her of Sauron. That convinced her that the mirror was no good.
"No. I don't want to." Ratchet replied.
"Why do you think of me as The Eye?" Galadriel asked.
Ratchet started at this. She wanted Galadriel to stay out of her head. She put up mental walls, just like she had always done with her emotions. The Lady started to chuckle and Ratchet felt like she was losing her temper.
"You cannot hide your mind from me. I know that He has spoken to you, felt your strength. He has tempted you, and you refused. I must commend you on that. But..." Galadriel walked forward and stopped two feet away from Ratchet. "But you have brought his gaze on the Golden Wood. You were not meant to be here on Middle-Earth."
"Yah think." Ratchet muttered.
"The only question is: What affect will your appearance have on the events that will play out? Will your presence destroy the Quest, and bring all to ruin?" Galadriel brought Ratchet's chin up so she could look her in the eye.
"What do you want me to do? Stand around and watch everything get shot to hell? I won't let him face it alone. I refuse to." Ratchet whispered menacingly.
Galadriel's lips twitched, as if trying to smile.
"Be careful of the decisions you make, Aerin. You can destroy the future of Middle-Earth. Or you can save it." With that, Galadriel silently left the glade.
Ratchet stared after her, and thought about what the Lady had said. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't notice Haldir walk up to her and stand right in front of her.
"Lady Ratchet?" Haldir called softly, even though he was right in front of her.
Ratchet either ignored him or didn't notice him. Haldir gently touched her shoulder, and she started. Her eyes came back into focus and she jumped back.
"Jesus Haldir! Don't sneak up on me like that!" Ratchet scolded. "Are ya tryin to send me to my grave?"
"Come. I will take you back to the Fellowship." Haldir restrained himself from making a sarcastic remark.
Ratchet nodded absently and followed him. Haldir watched Ratchet thoughtfully as he remembered the conversation between her and the Lady. He had been aware that Ratchet had seen something awful. But he hadn't thought that it was the Dark Lord himself that she had seen.
"Lady Ratchet?"
"Drop the Lady crap Haldir. Or else i'll come up with an embarassing nickname to call you." Ratchet threatened.
"Was what the Lady said true?" he asked.
Ratchet stopped dead in her tracks. She slowly looked up and stared at the Lorien guard. Then she gave him a look of disgust.
"I hate you guys." Haldir was about to speak, but she continued. "It's no fair that only elves get super-hearing. Why can't I have super-hearing? Do you have any idea how handy that would be?" she asked.
Haldir just stared at her for a minute or two. Then a smile slowly appeared on his fair features.
"You look good when ya smile Haldir. You should do that more often." Ratchet pointed out, then sighed. "Yes, what she said was true."
The Captain nodded and gave Ratchet a look of pity.
"Don't do that." she whispered.
"Do what?"
"Don't pity me. I don't deserve it, or need it. So don't waste it on me."
He stared at her for a while, then continued toward the pavilion where the Fellowship was staying. He thought about the conversation between the two again, and reached a conclusion. That all though Ratchet had a strong will, her spirit would be broken in an instant. So he promised that he would do his best to protect her. For she was not unlike himself, in more ways than one.
He was startled out of his thoughts when he heard a voice softly singing.
"When I see her eyes
Look into my eyes
Then I realize that
She could see inside my head
So I close my eyes
Thinking that I could hide
Disassociate so I don't have to lose my head
This situation leads to agitation
Will she cut me off?
Will this be amputation?
I don't know if I care
I'm the jerk
Life's not fair
Fighting all the time
This is out of line
She loves me not (loves me not)
Do you realize I won't compromise
She loves me not (loves me not)
Over the past five years
I have shed my tears
I have drank my beers and watched my fears fly away
And until this day
She still swings my way
But it's sad to say sometimes
She says she loves me not
But I hesitate
To tell her I hate
This relationship
I want out today
This is over."
This was the fourth song that Haldir had heard Ratchet sing, and yet he was still amazed at the strange lyrics and tune.
"I don't know if I care
I'm the jerk
Life's not fair
Fighting all the time
This is out of line
She loves me not (loves me not)
Do you realize I won't compromise
She loves me not (life's not fair, i'm a jerk)."
Then she started rapping, and startled Haldir again.
"Line for line
Rhyme for rhyme
Sometimes we be fightin' all the goddamn time
It's makin' me sick
Relationship is getting ill
Piss drunk stupid
Mad
On the real
Could you feel
What's the deal girl
We're tearing up each others world
We should be in harmony
Boy and girl
That is the promise we made
Back in the day
We told each other things wouldn't be this way
I think we should work this out
It's all right baby we can scream and shout."
She was about to start back on the chorus when she got a bad feeling in her leg. Namely, the one that got shot.
"Uh, Haldir?" she called.
Haldir turned around and looked at her
"I think i'm gonna-" and then her leg gave out and she fell. But Ratchet never hit the forest floor. "-fall. Nice catch Haldir. You'd make a nice outfielder." she said patting his arm. "Thanks."
"You're welcome." Haldir said. "I shall have to carry you the rest of the way." he said with a sigh. He picked her up and then started walking. "What is an outfielder?" he asked.
Ratchet laughed and tried to explain baseball to him on the way. He was very confused on why people would find fun in it at all. After many tries of trying to tell him why, she just settler on, 'it's one of those things you have to do to understand why.'
Haldir just nodded sagely and kept on moving. He was about to ask her another question when he felt something on his shoulder. He looked down and saw that Ratchet had fallen asleep.
When he reached the pavilion he set her down on the pallet that her backpack was next to and tucked her in. He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand and then kissed her forehead.
"Good-night Aier." he whispered.
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Aier = little one
Faulkner: That song that she was singing was She Loves Me Not by Papa Roach. Kickass song!!
Pinky: The sequel to Lost Cause is up!! Please review!!