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)Boromir(

The maid escorted me to the library where Lord Elrond sat, diligently scribbling onto parchment with a quill of such an iridescent color that I had never seen.

I cleared my throat to gain attention.

"Boromir," he addressed, not looking up from his work.

"My Lord Elrond," I replied, bowing.

"Now is not the time for formalities," he said, standing up regally, "for we have urgent matters of which to discuss."

I chuckled, knowing where this was leading. "My lord, if it is of Maranwë, let me say that-"

He raised a hand to cease my speech. "There are larger things in play here than you and I, Boromir. Much larger things."

My brows furrowed. "What mean you, my lord?"

"Mordor orcs have attacked your city of Osgiliath. Few are left alive as it now stands. You must journey there before midday."

I stood there, stunned. "By midday? But, my lord, it would take weeks for me to return home. I cannot reach there by the time they would require me if what you say is true."

"Having done my fair share of traveling in my lifetime, I am full aware of that. Yet it is possible. As I understand it, Gandalf is flying towards us as we speak by eagle with urgent word. You are to fly to Minas Tirith and round up your Men. You shall be there before nightfall. Take only what you need from here. My instinct tells me that you shall return soon enough."

I looked at him curiously, waiting for him to continue, but he looked at me.
"Did I not tell you to leave? Go!"

I hurriedly walked out and down the corridor to my chambers.

)Larien(

"Good morning, Glorfindel," I said with a stretch as I took a tray out of his arms, popping a grape into my mouth as I spun with it around the table.

He chuckled at my obvious energy and elation. "Good morning, Larien. I trust you slept well."

Elrohir sat down near the head of the table and said suggestively, "I'm sure that she's well, Glorfindel, but I doubt she slept much, well with her new roommate."

By now I had spun around right behind him and I dropped the tray on his head, and then caught it back before anything spilled.

"Oh, is Éomer a heavy snorer?" Glorfindel questioned, a small smirk forming on his lips.

I nudged Elrohir harshly and he nodded. "Oh yes. That's why. Of course."

Elladan leaned back in his seat, so far back that I was surprised he didn't fall over. "I'm really not surprised that you beat him, Larien."

"Of course not," Aragorn said as he wrapped his arm about Arwen's shoulders. "She's an elf."

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Maranwë, who came down from the valley.

Aragorn demonstrated. "Both of you are so arrogant! You elves are always doing your nails and brushing your long, elegant hair and acting all prissy!" Arwen elbowed him harshly.

Éomer, who had obviously overheard the conversation, walked into the hall and announced. "All elves are like that. You're like a fucking super-race!"

I shrugged. "Elf-envy, that's all this is."

"What?" Éomer turned around and looked at me like I had positively lost my mind.

"You all have it!" Maranwë supported.

Aragorn chuckled. "You're perfect! You never get a scratch!"

Arwen observed, "Well at least we get to live forever. Got that? Live forever!"

Maranwë wiped her hands over her skirt as Legolas came down the hill, as if she needed to rid herself of an ill memory or dirty feeling.

Legolas laughed. "You Men hardly even bathe- you always look muddy, dirty, bloody, and just plain disgusting!"

"At least we aren't nancing about all the time!" Aragorn growled.

Legolas said under his breath, "Muddy twit."

"You're a tart," Arwen said, elbowing Aragorn.

"At least you two are a happy medium," Aragorn put in, pointing at my sister and myself.

I cocked my head to one side. "What do you mean?"

"Well, we must admit it," Glorfindel added. "You two never were raised in the company of Elves, so you act more like mortals than anything else."

I looked to Maranwë and I could tell in her eyes that she was about to tell them that they were right, but Boromir stumbled in and brought the room into silence.

Legolas looked to Maranwë and then to me with a questioning glance.

Maranwë walked up to him. "Boromir, what's wrong?"

"I must depart. My presence is required back at my city."

Elladan and Elrohir looked at each other with the same frightened stares. I wondered how they had gone from laughing to so solemn in a matter of seconds. But the glitter in Elladan's eyes told me that it was because they knew something.

Boromir bowed to the twins. "I thank you both for your hospitality." Then he walked down the hall with a flash of his cape. We all turned back to the table, speaking lowly to ourselves, and only Legolas and I noticed that Maranwë went to follow him.

)Maranwë(

I pierced Boromir against a wall once I had caught him. "What you say is not the truth. Tell me why you leave."

His icy gray eyes met mine for a moment, and then he spoke the truth. "War has come to Osgiliath. I must go there to fight."

"You shall not make it in time. Why must you go?" I buried my face into his neck, inhaling his scent deeply.

"I am flying with the eagles tonight. I must leave before midday."

"Let me come with you," I begged.

He took in a shaky breath, weakened from my body being so close to his. "I will," he cleared his throat and regained his normal, assertive tone of voice. "I will not bring you to war. War is for Men, and I will not put you in that danger."

I brought my mouth to hover his, breathing whispers to him, his eyes snapping shut as my fingers trailed down his neck, over his shoulders, and down the front of his tunic. "Please."

"No," he said angrily.

I lightly grazed his lips and he shuddered. "Please."

"No," he repeated.

"Boromir," I said, meaning to whine but it came out as an unearthly moan.

"Can you fight?"

I smiled at my success. "As well as any warrior you have in Gondor."

He shivered again as I felt along the curves of his face. "We shall fly to Minas Tirith, but upon our arrival, you shall stay in the city, and when battle is done, I shall send for you."

I smiled. "I suppose that is fair enough."

He leaned down. "It had better be." He kissed me with such an unimaginable passion that I fell to my knees at the feeling and he trapped me against the other wall.

He laughed, pulling away from me while I was pinned, helpless. "Go, collect your things. We leave the instant Mithrandir brings the eagles."

I must have sounded like an eager elfling as I said, "Eagles? We're flying? Mithrandir's coming? Yay!"

He chuckled and beckoned me to follow him.

)Elladan(

I threw the fig into the air and caught it in my mouth as Elrohir finished his story. "So then I said to him, 'Well at least I had good intentions!'"

Aragorn nearly choked as he began to laugh. Glorfindel rolled his eyes and scoffed at our immaturity. Éomer clutched his stomach to ease the pain as he chuckled roughly. I looked to Larien and was surprised she wasn't in stitches as well.

Wait, where was Maranwë? I made to leave to go and find her, but Larien came up behind me and pinned me against the wall.

"May I help you?" I asked sarcastically as she knocked me even more forcefully against the stones behind me.

"You know things that we are all naïve to. Tell me what you know that we do not."

I laughed, removing myself from the wall. "Well I suppose that what you are not aware of would fill a volume of book-"

She slammed me back against the wall. "There is other reason for Boromir to leave, and you know it."

"He is flying with the eagles to Minas Tirith tonight. War has come to Gondor and he must fight."

"War? From where?"

"Mordor."

I looked at him incredulously. "Mordor? But he has no power anymore. How could there be-"

It must have hit here completely then because she looked off into the distant with a misty look in her eyes.

"No, Elladan, please," she pleaded, her fingers would into the collar of my tunic. "It's not true. Tell me that it isn't true- please."

"I wish I could tell you that, Larieña," I said, calling her by her 'sweet name' to make her feel better. "But it is true."

She shook her head. "No, no. It can't be."

"Yes," I said firmly, clutching her wrists in my hands. "We think the One Ring has been found."