You Could Have Caught Me

By:

LiL Pippin Padfoot

Disclaimer: I see no ownership, hear no ownership, and speak no ownership.

Chapter 24

I'm Brave!

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I followed Beregond and Pippin down to the streets, where the people were welcoming Faramir and his men.

"Lord Faramir! Hooray for the Lord and his Men!"

"Whoo-Hoo! Faramir Rocks!"

Okay, everyone stared at me.

Faramir noticed us.

"A Halfling?" he said "And a Lady? From where..?"

But Gandalf stepped in.

"He came with me from the land of Halflings, she, on the other hand, we have not the slightest idea, where she came from."

Funny, whenever he said 'she' he sounded like he had a bad taste in his mouth. He couldn't possibly mean me.

"There is much to do, and you are weary, Faramir. And he must attend to the Lord at this hour. And I suppose you will come along?"

"Yup" I responded

"Can't you find any of your kind to converse with?" Gandalf said in an exasperated tone.

"You mean those prissy little things you call girls? The ones who spread the rumor of the coarse girl that was running wild through Minas Tirith, conversing with soldiers, sitting on walls, the one with the smart mouth, the girl whom they've nicknamed Delwen? No, when I get near them, they shudder. They don't want to converse with me, trust me."

Gandalf rolled his eyes.

"Well, come on then."

So we walked back to the Chambers of the Lord Denethor.

After Faramir had eaten and drank some wine, and was sitting on his Father's LEFT SIDE (that's symbolism people)

I of course, was forced to stand, off to the side. For the most part out of view, but not completely out of the view of Faramir, or of Gandalf.

First he only talked about the errand that he had been sent on. All the while his gaze shifting from me to Pippin.

"But now I have a stranger matter. This is not the first, not even second Halfling I have seen. And they told me about a girl..." but Faramir was interrupted by Gandalf.

"When Faramir? The time? When!"

"Cool it Gandalf. It was about two days ago. Sheesh, I could've told you that. Though if you believed me, that would have been a miracle on its own. They were headed to Cirith Ungol."

Gandalf turned to Faramir, and Faramir nodded his head.

"She speaks the truth, but how does she...?"

This time I interrupted.

"I am omniscient. That's how."

Denethor, who had listened silently, for the most part, became angered at me; I don't know why these old men don't like me.

"Take your place. Women do not speak in times of war, which is the work of the men."

"Do you want me to show that scar again? Or do I need to show you my blade," at this I drew my knife, "And prove that I have met your son, and fought along side him?"

"That, I do know." I said. "But, that is if your wonderful Lord Denethor believed me, he knows as well." And before I could get it in even more trouble, I walked out.

I walked to the place where Pippin had had guard duty.

About a half-an-hour later, Faramir joined me.

I was about ready to scream, and beg for and autograph and a hug. He was standing only a little bit away from me!

"You are brave beyond belief." He said

"Who? Me? No, I'm not brave." He called me brave!

Faramir looked at me and smiled.

"You have just disobeyed, several times as I gather, the Steward of the City, who is my father, and disobeyed Gandalf. I would not dare even talk smart to them." He smiled at me!

"Gandalf doesn't like me anyway, and Denethor is nothing but an old decrepit spider."

I clapped my hand over my mouth.

"I'm so sorry." I blushed Stupid, stupid, stupid me. Insult his father. Good job.

"I forgot he's your father."

"I accept your apology; I assume he has been less than hospitable to you." He forgave me!

"Now, that's a problem, because he happens to be the one who made the maids, or servants, or whatever, give me a dress."

"Oh, you wouldn't wear one?"

"Are you kidding? I haven't worn a dress in years. Me, and where I come from we were jeans and hoodies, which I had, but they were confiscated by the servants, and I believe that Gandalf threw them away. Stupid Wizard." I kicked a stone.

"Can I ask you a question?" Faramir said

"Yeah, sure." I said. I'll tell him his future. No, get a grip, girl.

"May I ask of your name, assuming it's not Delwen."

I had to laugh "No, it's not Delwen. I go by Anna here."

"Anna." He repeated "Did you see my brother die?"

Grrr. Why does everyone drag that up? I don't like death! I hate reliving it. But it's Faramir, so I'll make an exception. Just once though.

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Delwen -Horror Maiden

Thank you all reviewers! Psycho Bunny, and all the others whom I to lazy to list because its late at night, and I'm even supposed to be online.

My updates may be a bit slower than usual, considering I am being blackmailed by Trisher Nichole, who is making me cheat on Faramir, smoke weed with Legolas and all the while being taped by a Gwaihir who just ate the Blue Caterpillar and is on an opium trip. Yeah, don't ask. And don't worry, as soon as she gets her computer fixed she'll be posting that story. In fact she told me to tell you're her name is Trisher Nichole, the Lunch Room Stalker. But don't go check on it now. And I have my own story, starring Trisher, so be aware! There will be many weird stories yet.