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Chapter sixteen, Reunion (what a creative name...)

Nimloth , Merry and Pippin sat underneath the warm sun. They had had a large meal together, and now they were taking a well deserved rest.

Nimloth wasn't at all fine. She didn't know why but she was very nervous. She already knew Boromir wouldn't be coming with the rest of the fellowship, but she had a feeling about something, something she couldn't describe.

"Why so worried Nimloth?" Pippin asked. "Is there something wrong?"

Merry and Pippin looked at her fixedly surrounding the girl who looked at them stranged. Merry touched her forehead for any sign of a fever, as Pippin took her pulse, touching her wrist.

"Merry...Pippin!" Nimloth exclaimed raisin a delicate brow. "I'm just fine! Could you stop treating me as if I had been a prisoner from orcs!"

Merry and Pippin looked at her, eyes wide open.

"Aw...wait you guys, I didn't mean to be ungrateful, I...I only..."

The hobbits burst into laughter, embracing their stomachs. Nimloth looked at them confused. Soon she was infected by their laughter and began herself to laugh uncontrollably.

"What's so funny?" she asked still laughing.

"You told us to stop treating you as if you had been prisoner from orcs...and you have been...TWICE!" Pippin exclaimed as Merry lay on his back laughing.

Nimloth laughed more. "You're...right, it's funny how things repeat in life..."

"Let's just hope the incident with orcs isn't repeated again..." Merry chuckled.

They stayed silent. Thinking to them selves.

"I think we should rest before the king arrives," Nimloth suggested. "If you don't mind, I will sleep for a while." She laid against an old tree trunk, and gave her back to the hobbits.

"Are you sure you're ok?" Pippin asked. "This is because of...Boromir isn't it?"

Nimloth sighed and nodded, as she muttered something that sounded as a 'yes'.

"Listen, Nimloth, " Merry said. "Maybe he is not dead...maybe..."

Nimloth turned around and face Merry and Pippin "I saw him die Merry., well not exactly but..." she sighed continuing, "pinned to a tree with a giant orc- who held a bow- before him.And besides, Saruman told me so, he...he fed his orcs with...oh, never mind! You won't want to hear this..."

"Well, don't lose all hopes Nim, try to rest now, we'll wake you up as soon as we hear hooves approaching."

Nimloth smiled between tears she kept hidden. Her vision began blurring. "Thanks..." she managed to say without her voice trembling. She fell asleep soon after that.

The king and his company came round the bent and took a glance of what had once been the beautiful land of Isengard which was now reduced to almost anything.

Boromir looked at a high tower, almost destroyed. He shrugged casting his grey eyes to the ground. 'I hope she's not in there.' Nimloth had been the only thing on his mind since they parted, and fully occupied his mind during the battles fought in the previous days.

They kept walking. They reached the archway and the ruined gates. There was a great rubble heap ; on it lay two small figures, one seemed to be asleep, his pipe lay next to him, the other was laying back his hands behind his head blowing out thin wisps of smoke from his pipe. There were bottles and dishes all over. Then they noticed a woman, lying against an old and broken tree trunk. She had pale golden hair and wore filthy tunics.

"Nimloth!" Boromir cried as he leaped off his horse and ran to the woman. The rest of the men looked at him stranged but the remaining fellowship looked at him and smiled.

Nimloth heard footsteps and someone crying her name. She woke up as she recognised the voice. She sat up quickly. A man came towards her. His hair was dark and his eyes were grey.

"B-Boromir?" she muttered. Some tears were attempting to fall, she allowed them to fall freely down her cheeks. She cleared her throat. "Boromir?!"

"YES!" he cried over the top of his lungs. Nimloth half laughed half cried as she ran to his open arms. She reached him first and hugged him tightly , putting her arms around his neck, caressing his hair. He hugged her and kissed her cheek. She pulled apart to look at Boromir's face. She bit her lower lip as she sniffed and washed away the tears, but as she did, new ones came down to her cheeks. Boromir took her face between his hands.

"Don't cry love..." he said smiling, washing the tears of her face.

"I thought you were dead," Nimloth said looking straight into his eyes.

" Aragorn saved me...I thought YOU were dead."

"Pf! Apparently it takes much more than orcs and an evil wizard to kill Nimloth, she escaped Saruman without any scratch," Pippin said.

"Saruman?" Boromir asked confused.

"I couldn't escape with Merry and Pippin, so some orcs took me to him.I managed to get out safely..." She smiled.

"But how? you just..." Boromir raised his brow.

"It doesn't matter now Boromir..." she said as she pressed her head against his chest.

She raised her face. He kissed her lips softly. She kissed him back, they kissed for a long time forgetting everybody else around them, until Gimli cleared his throat.

Nimloth and Boromir snapped they heads to a side. They smiled nervously.

"Gimli !" Nimloth was practically jumping up and down in delight. "Legolas! Aragorn! You are here!!" she was now jumping and laughing. The men looked at her delighted ,to see her as pretty as she was and acting so not lady like. She looked adorable.

She stopped in front of a noble looking man, he was King Theoden. She recognised him and bowed. "A pleasure to meet you my lord."

He nodded. "And who this adorable young woman might be?" he asked.

Boromir was about to introduce her but Nimloth spoke first. "My name is Nimloth Tindomul, my lord," she explained. "I come from the lands of Angmar..." She notice the surprised expression on the king's face. "But I'm not what they say Angmarians are," she added nervously. The men around the king gripped their weapons, seeing this Boromir interrupted.

"Believe me sir, if she was evil I wouldn't love her as much as I lover her, I didn't trust her at first either...wait for her to show her true colours, my lord and I'm sure you'll love her as much as I do."

"I believe you are right, Boromir," King Theoden agreed. "I'm sorry my lady, I shouldn't judge without knowing the person inside, huh?" He smiled. "I would like very much if we talked later, there are still many things I do not know about your land, if that is all fine with you."

"Of course," she replied.

"Well we should keep moving," Theoden said, then he spoke to his men in his own tongue. The men began moving.

Boromir looked at Nimloth. He hugged her.

"I love you," he whispered in her ear. "You know that do you?"

She nodded, smiling. "I love you too," she said.

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