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Rana Ninque

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Winter came. The first snow-session made the ground higher by three feet.

"Tck, tck," Ethwin said. "You can't wear those." She glanced at my sneakers. Then, she went into her room. She took out a pair of boots.

"I, uh, wear six and a half," I said.

"What?" Ethwin asked. She thrust me a pair of boots, black leather. They looked kinda hot. I kicked my sneakers off and slipped them on.

"How is it, Arrie?" she asked. Great, my name has just lost the 'c'.

I looked down at them. "I think I lost my feet somewhere in there." I knew my feet were big, but this was ridiculous! "D'you have anything smaller? Something the same size as my shoes? Because, it this is too big."

Ethwin laughed. "Nonsense, Harrie." I'm a boy? I thought, using all my willpower to stop my jaw from dropping. "You look excellent in those. Go, go, go. The lads will be wondering where you are."

I trudged out into the cold, shoving my hands into my pockets. Boromir and Faramir wanted me to meet them--or mostly Boromir--on the seventh level. Why couldn't they just meet me here? I have been in Minas Tirith for two weeks. The funny thing is, I haven't given a thought about my family. About Dad, about Mom, about Eric, about the farm... But now, I couldn't help thinking about them. How in the world would I get back to Greenwood?

Faramir was whopping snowballs at a couple other kids. Snowballs flew around me. I pulled my hood up. Faramir saw me and the smile on his face disappeared. "Boromir will be late," he said monotonously. I tried to smile. I sat on a stone bench and stared at the rest of the children. I wondered if Eric was whopping snowballs too, or wondering where I had disappeared to.

And then Faramir had this really mischevous look on his face. His hands were cupped around a snowball. "No, no, no!" I shouted, waving my hands infront of me. But then, with his well trained aim, a snowball landed on my face. It stung like crazy. "Faramir!" I screamed. "You're gonna get it!"

He was still doubling over with laughter when I pushed him over. He let out this loud and sissy scream of surprise. I pinned him down hard. "Say uncle," I growled jokingly. Faramir attempted to push me off but I pinned him down harder. "Say uncle!" I started laughing.

Faramir took a hold of my distraction and pushed me off. His hands were clasped around my wrists. The right arm was above my head, the left arm at my side. My eyes were closed. I could feel Faramir's breath on me as he panted. I opened my eyes. Clouds of white were coming out of his mouth, his hair dangled into his face, making it a tunnel. It was just his face and my face, nothing else. He didn't look like the normal savage Faramir I knew. This Faramir was the kind and considerate one I saw in the movie. And I liked it. I liked it a lot.

"You'd better get off," I whispered.

"Why?" Faramir whispered back, tightening the grip on my wrists. "I like Carrie from here." My head was thumping with blood. "So beautiful..." he whispered. He released my left arm and brushed a wisp of hair away from my face.

"Carrie!" someone shouted. I turned and saw Boromir running toward us. He was smiling. "Faramir! Stop teasing her." Faramir got off. Reluctantly.

As we walked down to the first level, I could feel Faramir trying not to look at me. I felt something rise in my throat and my head spin. I stumbled. Boromir's arm shot out and caught me. He smiled at me. I smiled back and felt my heart hammer into my ribs. I saw Faramir's blue eyes touch mine briefly.

A/N: And the sparks began to fly...