Together
By:
LiL Pippin Padfoot
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Imagine this:
13 girls wearing shorts, tank tops, and knee-pads, in Volley ball gear, listening to the radio in Aubrey's gym.
Then, all of a sudden, without any warning, all of them drop to their knees and start singing "Pieces of Me"
Yes, it was quite funny. And then, imagine, all of these girls, talking to Wilson, our volley-ball.
And yes, Trisher, this is pay-per-view only, so I am going to need 5 dollars from each reader please...
All of you may thank Trisher for that!
Chapter 6
Love
Miriel had been walking on air, or so it seemed to be air.
It was most likely ground, but her head was in the clouds. She knew that she could never be sweethearts with the Steward's son, so why fool herself?
She had been avoiding Boromir after what had happened. Early that week, Boromir had told her that he loved her. She had loved him too, but now, she couldn't.
After that had happened, Boromir was going to tell Faramir, who had returned from Ithilien, then his Father. But his Father had found out.
"Boromir!" said Denethor "I need to talk to you."
The sevants left, so that Boromir and Faramir were left.
"I said alone."
Faramir patted Boromir on the shoulder and whispered "I hope he's not too mad at you, you're his favorite, and your really pushing him right now, hate to see what he'll be like if I do something wrong."
Boromir would have smiled at his brother if this hadn't been so serious.
"I'll try not to anger him." said Boromir
"Not any further." said Faramir, who then left
"Yes, Father?" asked Boromir
Denethor looked at Boromir, and thought 'How could my beloved son turn against me?'
When Denethor was silent, Boromir asked "Is it about Miriel?" he asked
Denethor nodded his head "Yes. It is about that common,"
"I will leave if you speak of her like that." said Boromir firmly.
Denethor tried to subdue his anger. "You wish to me to speak of her kindly. They wench that has stolen thou's heart.""
Boromir too, as trying to keep down his anger "She is not a wench father. I love her."
Denethor knew he would say that, and was afraid of it. After his wife died, Denethor did not believe in love.
"You do not love her." he said "Love doesn't exhist now."
"Yes it does." said Boromir "It does."
"I forbid you to see her." said Denethor "You will not disobey me."
Boromir hung his head, no, he would not disobey his father, not more than once, anyway.
"Go." he said "Then send Faramir in, I need to talk to him about listening in on other people's conversations."
Boromir walked out, when he opened the door, Faramir jumped back.
"What are you doing?" asked Boromir angrily
"Leaning against the door." he said "Most certainly not listening."
Boromir snorted, he doubted that very much. "Well, whatever the case, you did listen in on something, and Father wants to speak to you about it."
Faramir swore under his breath "How does he bloody know everything I do? Is he spying on me?" he asked
"On both of us." said Boromir "Now go, before he gets any madder."
Faramir took a deep breath. "Wish me luck, Captain." he said
"You're a Captain yourself, get your own luck, mine's not working." responded Boromir
Faramir went in. "Hello Father," he shut the door.
Boromir took off toward the Houses of Healing, Father would know he was gone. Knowing Faramir, he'd do something stupid, and detain Father longer.
Boromir skidded to a stop in front of them.
"Miriel?" he yelled "Miri,"
"Right here." she said, giggling, showing up behind him, her smile fading away when she saw his face. "Boromir? What's wrong?" she asked
"Everything." said Boromir "Everything is wrong."
"Why don't you sit down." suggested Miriel, leading him to a bench "Did you hit your head?" she asked
Boromir looked at her. "Okay," she said "you didn't hit your head. What's wrong?"
"My father found out. I don't know how, but he did."
"Oh." she said, sinking down on the bench next to him. "How did he take it?"
Boromir turned and looked at her again. "I'm sorry." she said "I haven't been thinking straight lately."
"Me neither." agreed Boromir
"Maybe it's best." Miriel said quietly "For the best." she repeated
"For the best?" Boromir asked, he said it as if it had a bad taste in his mouth. "No, it's not. Sometimes, I truly believe that my father's only purpose is to make my brother's and my life miserable."
"Well," she said "We can still be friends, right?"
"No," said Boromir, with sad eyes "My father forebade me to see you, but I came today."
"What if he finds out?" she asked "I don't want you to get hurt."
"I won't. He won't know, he's yelling at my brother right now, and I need to go, because that won't last much longer."
Boromir stood up.
"Goodbye." said Miriel
"No," said Boromir "Goodbye means forever. And I will not be parted from you forever. I promise."
P.S. Lego's Girl, no one has taken me over or killed me...I think...OMG! I can't find a pulse!...I miss me!
Piglet, Grumpy, Lion , Yee-haw, Scarecrow, and Tinman, remember, Toto says:
Girls, we ride and die together!