Kendra awoke the next morning to find that she was the first one up. She rolled over, fully intent on going back to sleep. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to be happening. An arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her close to a well-muscled chest. Now she was fully awake. Kendra wiggled around as best she could to find herself face to face with a still-sleeping Boromir. Sometime during the night he had moved so that he was lying almost fully next to her. And he wasn't going to be moving away anytime soon.

Kendra pushed against his chest, trying to free herself without waking the others. That wasn't going to work, though. His grip around her was strong and everytime she pushed against him, he pulled her closer. Finally, Kendra had had enough. She wanted to get up, not be stuck in the arms of a man who didn't see her as anything more than a nuisance. Especially if he decided to wake up and find her staring him right in the face.

Kendra pulled her powers in slightly, just enough so that her eyes didn't go completely silver. Then, focusing tightly, she popped. At least, that is what she called it. It was actually teleportation. She used it very little because it was never very exact. The next thing she knew, she was outside the tent, sitting in the fountain.

'Oh well, it was time I got these washed,' she thought as she pulled herself over the side.

Anyways, she was out of there now. She was definitely changing her sleeping space tonight. There was no way she was going to continue sleeping that close to Boromir. Not that there was anything wrong with him. He was quite handsome. The only turn off was his attitude. She hated people who acted like they were better than her. Kendra slunk into the tent and grabbed one of the robes that had been laid out for the Fellowship. She really needed to get more clothes. She didn't know what she was going to do if she completely ruined these.

Kendra made her way to the river and went into some bushes to put on the robe. Then she came back out and walked to the river to wash her outfit. Most people told her it was foolish to have an all leather outfit. It was said that water ruined it and it would be unwearable after a washing. Shows what others know. She had as yet been unable to wear this outfit after washing it. Especially considering how many times she had gotten thrown into the river.

After she had finished washing it, she laid it out to dry. Then she sat down beside the river and dipped her toes into it. The cool water didn't bother her much. It was nice to be able to sit and enjoy something like this. Peace and quiet. Things that were quite foreign to her.

"Well, you seem to be enjoying yourself this morning," a voice broke through her thoughts.

Kendra groaned and turned towards the speaker.

"Can I help you, Boromir?"

Boromir stalked over beside Kendra and knelt down beside her, looking like he wanted to bite her head off.

"Can you explain to me why I was sleeping with your coat this morning? Was it some kind of joke?"

Kendra thought back and realized that when she had popped, her coat hadn't come with her.

"Do you really think I would joke around like that?"

"You have an unusual sense of humor and that just might be one part of it."

"Yeah right," Kendra snorted, "I wouldn't play a joke on you even if you did have a sense of humor. Do you really want to know what happened?"

"Why would you tell me the truth? You are probably trying to cover up something you did to me last night?"

"What reason would I have to lie to you?" Kendra's voice got a little louder.

"Plenty. You never told us why you snuck out of Rivendell, you never told us if Lord Elrond knows that you are here, you have never told us anything about your past until well after something has happened," Boromir started ticking things off before stopping. "You never even told us that you had special powers. You didn't trust us enough with that information. So, why should I trust what you tell me about this morning?"

Kendra's face flushed red. 'He knows nothing of my past. He doesn't understand that I have to keep it hidden. He doesn't understand!' she thought angrily.

She looked him right in the face, "You don't understand. You think, just because you are a lord you should know everything. Well, let me tell you something. I don't have to tell you everything about me. I could have just let everyone die in that snow and just saved myself but I didn't. I made myself sick trying to save you. I revealed to you that I had these powers. I let you know a little about my past because I thought you might understand why I did things the way I did. But you don't. You don't understand anything!"

Boromir sat there, shock on his face, as Kendra yelled at him. By the time she was done, she was standing over him shouting down at him. Once she finished, she turned, picked up her still drying clothing and ran down one of the paths that led out of the clearing. He watched her go; noting that there were tears very evident in her eyes. And they were not tears of anger.

Kendra ran. She didn't care where she ran, just as long as she got away from Boromir. He didn't understand. No one did. She was too different from the rest of these people, so how could they understand her?

'Why did I think they would all trust me?'

"You should have died instead of your brother."

"He died saving your miserable life."

"You should have died at birth. Then your mother wouldn't have had to have such a pathetic child."

'I am pathetic. I place too much hope and trust in others. I should be responsible only for myself, then others won't have to die for me.'

Kendra had stopped running by now and was merely walking. Her head hung as she remembered those words that had been spoken at her brother's funeral.

"She doesn't even cry."

"Is she that cold that she can't even cry for her twin?"

She couldn't cry for her twin. She couldn't even cry for herself. She was a failure in many things. She had let her brother die. She had let the men in her company die. She had let Gandalf die. Gandalf... Why couldn't he have held on a little longer? Long enough for her to get him out with a small gust of air.

Kendra hit something and fell back onto the ground. Hard. She looked up to see a pair of leggings. She followed these up to a tunic and then to some blonde hair. She mentally groaned as she realized who she had hit. Haldir, the March Warden of Lothlorien.