The Fellowship of Ten
Chapter 4
Arwen walked back out to the pavilion to greet Boromir, son of the Steward of Gondor.
"Ah, Boromir, welcome." Arwen greeted.
That day, however, Boromir was ina foul mood. He turned to the sound of his name and glared at her.
"Where is the Ring? It should come to me, it should be mine! Get it for me SHE-ELF!!!!" he yelled at her.
Arwen flinched and recoiled.
"Er...Let's go to your room, Mr. Grumpy Pants."
"Is the ring there? I need the ring!" Boromir yelled once more, following Arwen.
Arwen led him down a few twisting corridors, and stopped in front of a door marked with a number 8. She turned to it and opened the door. Boromir stormed in. Then he turned to Arwen and growled,
"You wait, just wait, Gondor will have the ring." He hissed, then he slammed the door, along with his fingers. Then a disgruntled Boromir opened the door once more, got his fingers out of the way and slammed the door again.
Arwen sighed and rolled her eyes. "Why do I always feel that I'll never understand mortal men?"
"You don't understand me, melath?" a voice growled somewhere behind her. Arwen whipped around to face her beloved Aragorn.
"Aragorn, what are you doing here? Ada's going to chop your head off if he saw you with me." Arwen hissed.
"I know...I'll see you at our special place tonight, my love." Aragorn gave her a quick kiss and left her rooted on the spot.
After dinner, Arwen rushed away from the table and headed out for the garden of Imladris. As she approached the miniscule bridge, she spotted Aragorn waiting for her. Seeing her, he beckoned for her to come, eagerly, she did. Once in front of him, Aragorn took Arwen's hands and held them close to his heart. He stared deep into her eyes.
"Arwen, tomorrow, I must attend Ada's council, I fear I must go with Frodo to the Kit-Kat mountain to destroy the Ring.
ARWEN: Kit-Kat mountain....?
"Then I shall go with you. I cannot live without you by my side." Arwen whispered, her voice full of compassion.
"Melath, you lived with me for nearly 2500 years." Aragorn replied, as he sweat dropped.
"But I didn't know you back then." Arwen whined slightly, in a playful way all the same.
"You cannot go, your place is here, with your people. Besides, its far too dangerous!" Aragorn replied once more.
"DANGEROUS?! Of course its dangerous! You didn't even bother lowering your voice Aragorn! I heard you singing a mile away!" Arwen roared as she made a perfect imitation of Aragorn singing to a plant. He blushed and murmured.
"Undomiel, you really know hoe to make a man embarrassed. Don't stop, that's what I like about you. I love you."
He gave her a fiery kiss. She was so surprised that she lost her balance and fell down into the muddy pond.
"Arwen, are you okay?"
"I think I broke something...OWWW!!! Come and help!" she moaned.
Aragorn reached down to touch her soft hand. Then, with amazing strength, Arwen pulled him down beside her. She climbed on him and laughed.
"Ouf, Arwen, why are you standing on me?" Aragorn wheezed, picking his face up from out of the mud.
"Now Aragorn, you don't expect ME to get all muddy and dirty in my new dress, now do you?" Arwen huffed, hopping onto dry, clean land, leaving Aragorn to play in the mud.
Aragorn got up...but then slipped and fell down again.
"Arwen...A little help here!" he moaned.
Nobody answered. He looked around and saw that Arwen had left. He heaved a sigh, might as well entertain himself.
"You know, mud feels really good when you squish it between your toes!" Aragorn spoke to himself, removing his boots, and socks. Unfortunately for nature though, Aragorn had VERY stinky feet and he NEVER changed his socks or CLEANED his boots *inside*.
"Ah..." Aragorn sighed...a sigh of pleasure, as he let the mud squish between his smelly toes. Deer scurried off into the forest in fear, some elves nearby caught the stench and ran straight back to Rivendell, and squirrels fell unconscious out of their trees.
"What?" Aragorn asked, as he saw everyone scurrying away.
Arwen sniggered as she entered Rivendell. On her way she ran headlong into Elrond. He caught her in his arms.
"Hello Ada."
"Hello, my daughter. Will you tell me, where can I find Aragorn?" he asked.
Arwen pulled away, smirking. "Oh, he's playing in the mud outside." She turned on her heel and left.
Elrond shook his head. "I knew I'd never understand that boy..."
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Arwen walked back out to the pavilion to greet Boromir, son of the Steward of Gondor.
"Ah, Boromir, welcome." Arwen greeted.
That day, however, Boromir was ina foul mood. He turned to the sound of his name and glared at her.
"Where is the Ring? It should come to me, it should be mine! Get it for me SHE-ELF!!!!" he yelled at her.
Arwen flinched and recoiled.
"Er...Let's go to your room, Mr. Grumpy Pants."
"Is the ring there? I need the ring!" Boromir yelled once more, following Arwen.
Arwen led him down a few twisting corridors, and stopped in front of a door marked with a number 8. She turned to it and opened the door. Boromir stormed in. Then he turned to Arwen and growled,
"You wait, just wait, Gondor will have the ring." He hissed, then he slammed the door, along with his fingers. Then a disgruntled Boromir opened the door once more, got his fingers out of the way and slammed the door again.
Arwen sighed and rolled her eyes. "Why do I always feel that I'll never understand mortal men?"
"You don't understand me, melath?" a voice growled somewhere behind her. Arwen whipped around to face her beloved Aragorn.
"Aragorn, what are you doing here? Ada's going to chop your head off if he saw you with me." Arwen hissed.
"I know...I'll see you at our special place tonight, my love." Aragorn gave her a quick kiss and left her rooted on the spot.
After dinner, Arwen rushed away from the table and headed out for the garden of Imladris. As she approached the miniscule bridge, she spotted Aragorn waiting for her. Seeing her, he beckoned for her to come, eagerly, she did. Once in front of him, Aragorn took Arwen's hands and held them close to his heart. He stared deep into her eyes.
"Arwen, tomorrow, I must attend Ada's council, I fear I must go with Frodo to the Kit-Kat mountain to destroy the Ring.
ARWEN: Kit-Kat mountain....?
"Then I shall go with you. I cannot live without you by my side." Arwen whispered, her voice full of compassion.
"Melath, you lived with me for nearly 2500 years." Aragorn replied, as he sweat dropped.
"But I didn't know you back then." Arwen whined slightly, in a playful way all the same.
"You cannot go, your place is here, with your people. Besides, its far too dangerous!" Aragorn replied once more.
"DANGEROUS?! Of course its dangerous! You didn't even bother lowering your voice Aragorn! I heard you singing a mile away!" Arwen roared as she made a perfect imitation of Aragorn singing to a plant. He blushed and murmured.
"Undomiel, you really know hoe to make a man embarrassed. Don't stop, that's what I like about you. I love you."
He gave her a fiery kiss. She was so surprised that she lost her balance and fell down into the muddy pond.
"Arwen, are you okay?"
"I think I broke something...OWWW!!! Come and help!" she moaned.
Aragorn reached down to touch her soft hand. Then, with amazing strength, Arwen pulled him down beside her. She climbed on him and laughed.
"Ouf, Arwen, why are you standing on me?" Aragorn wheezed, picking his face up from out of the mud.
"Now Aragorn, you don't expect ME to get all muddy and dirty in my new dress, now do you?" Arwen huffed, hopping onto dry, clean land, leaving Aragorn to play in the mud.
Aragorn got up...but then slipped and fell down again.
"Arwen...A little help here!" he moaned.
Nobody answered. He looked around and saw that Arwen had left. He heaved a sigh, might as well entertain himself.
"You know, mud feels really good when you squish it between your toes!" Aragorn spoke to himself, removing his boots, and socks. Unfortunately for nature though, Aragorn had VERY stinky feet and he NEVER changed his socks or CLEANED his boots *inside*.
"Ah..." Aragorn sighed...a sigh of pleasure, as he let the mud squish between his smelly toes. Deer scurried off into the forest in fear, some elves nearby caught the stench and ran straight back to Rivendell, and squirrels fell unconscious out of their trees.
"What?" Aragorn asked, as he saw everyone scurrying away.
Arwen sniggered as she entered Rivendell. On her way she ran headlong into Elrond. He caught her in his arms.
"Hello Ada."
"Hello, my daughter. Will you tell me, where can I find Aragorn?" he asked.
Arwen pulled away, smirking. "Oh, he's playing in the mud outside." She turned on her heel and left.
Elrond shook his head. "I knew I'd never understand that boy..."
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