Together
By:
LiL Pippin Padfoot
Disclaimer: Ooo, I'm sorry, I don't know where this is going! But I am having fun!
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Chapter 3
Mixed Emotions
' I am a fool.' thought Boromir 'An absolute fool, to talk to father like that.'
Boromir was just walking around, trying to clear his head, when, yet again, there she was.
This time, haning sheets and blankets out on a line to dry by the Houses of Healing.
Half of him wanted to go talk to her, the other half wanted to run the opposite way.
He was torn in two. Eventually, his feet started walking, and he couldn't get them to stop.
'Ther he was. How dare he come back!' Miriel fumed 'He has no right! After acting all superior, like he really wanted to help me. He's just one of those fake pretentious royals. Like all the others.' Miriel snapped the sheet she was taking down, then folded it.
"Do you need any help"
"No." she said simply, placing the folded sheet in one basket, then taking a washed one from another, and hanging it up.
"Are you sure" he asked again.
She spun on him "No, I do not need any help. From you, or anyone else for that matter."
"I understand." said Boromir, but yet he didn't move.
"Then" she said "Why don't you leave" she looked at him, and he blushed
"I" Boromir felt crazy "I can't." he said
"Oh really" she asked "Why ever not"
"I don't know." said Boromir
"You don't know" she asked arching her eyebrows. "That's interesting." she moved further down the line, continuing to work.
Boromir followed.
She flung the sheet on the ground "Why are you following me"
Boromir's mouth went dry. "I, I" he stuttered
"You what" she asked
"I think your beautiful."
"That's no excuse- did you just say you thought I was beautiful" she asked, scarcely believing it.
Boromir nodded his head.
Miriel stopped for a moment. She had never been counted among the pretty, but she had heard her share of men trying to woo her. She had never fallen for their false pretences.
"I don't know what to say." she said flatly, picking up the sheet that was on the ground.
"You don't have to say anything." said Boromir "Just let me help."
"Fine." said Miriel, then she smiled "Are you sure I will not get arrested for having the Steward's son helping with the laundry girl"
"Not unless I command them to it." he said with a smile
"Trusting you won't" she said
"Never. Promise you will not tell my brother"
She smiled "I do not know your brother."
Boromir rolled his eyes "He would never let me live it down."
"Then I may just have to tell him."
"Did I ever do anything to you" asked Boromir "Besides saving your life."
"No" Miriel said "I just feel that you are no more than a pretentious royal, parading around day and night, showing kindness to us lowly peasents with no more than a cent to our name." she said
"I am shocked." said Boromir "I only give that treament around Yuletide."
Miriel started laughing. 'He is a bit funny, I don't know why, but he seems like a good person, not like the rest.'
"You aren't that bad of a person." she said
"That must be praise, coming form you." he said
Miriel smiled "That's what my brother used to say."
"Who is your brother"
"It doesn't matter." she said "He died, a long time ago, when I was a little girl, only 10 years old, soon after my Mother died."
"I'm sorry." said Boromir "My mother died when I was 10 as well."
"I remeber." she said "The funeral, my Mother died after yours, she took me to the funeral, and she placed a lily on her tomb. I must have seen you." she said "Two sad little boys" she remembered "Standing near by, I felt so bad for you, I didn't know what I would do if my mother died, and then she did." Miriel smiled again "But I dwelled on all the things that have happened to me, I would never be happy."
"Yes." agreed Boromir quietly
They kept working.
"We're done." said Miriel, looking into the empty basket, and picking up the full one.
"Oh" said Boromir
"Thank you." said Miriel
"You're very welcome." said Boromir, bowing "Anything to help."
She curtsied to him "I will take you up on that." she said smiling
"I will see you again" said Boromir "That is a promise."
"Soldiers can't make promises." said Miriel "They can not keep them sometimes."
"I am no soldier, my lady." said Boromir "I am a Captain."
"That doesn't make much of a difference." she said
"We'll see about that." said Boromir
Rule # 4, A Boy may never take off the pants, though you may take them off in a boy's presence.
- The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants
Sorry about Miriel's mood change, but it happens...
I don't know what to do next..
HELP!