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Chapter 3: Bi-location
"So, what do I do now?" Boromir asked.
"Anything you want!" Brebeth said. They were floating among the stars high above Middle Earth. "How many times do I have to tell you? You are completely unlimited."
"Pippin and Merry!" he declared, shouting so it seemed the stars shook with the echoes of his cry.
"Please don't bring them here. They can't fly and there's no oxygen," Brebeth whined.
"But how do I go to them?"
"Well, that's the wonderful thing. You can be there while you're still here. It's called bi-location. Awesome exercise for the spirit."
"How?" Boromir yelled, quickly losing his patience with this Vala and wondering how he could lose her.
"Oh, you just do!" Brebeth groaned. "Oh, bother, I'll help you for this first time." Suddenly Boromir felt very strange, if spirits can feel such things as discomfort. He was with the Uruks carrying Pippin and Merry, yet he wasn't.
"Precious!" came a cry. Neither Pippin nor Merry seemed to hear it, but Boromir certainly did. Frodo wasn't defending himself, though. He was sound asleep.
"Frodo! Wake up!" Boromir yelled.
"Ouch! I have a splitting headache!" Pippin complained.
"I thought he couldn't hear me," Boromir said, confused.
"He can't. His head is just pounding from the vibrations your scream made. Unfortunately, I can hear you, but I am also immune to pain because I'm a Vala." Boromir didn't need to be reminded of this.
"Is Frodo okay?" he demanded.
"You tell me," Brebeth sing-sang.
"What good are you, you stupid Vala?"
"Don't call me stupid or I might punish you."
"You can't hurt me. You said so yourself."
"Not physically, but there are people alive that you care about."
"You wouldn't."
"Want to bet?"
"Why are we arguing anyway?"
"You called me stupid."
" I'm sorry."
"Good."
"How is Frodo?"
"Not again! Find out yourself." Suddenly he was there. Frodo had Sting securely placed on Gollum's neck.
"Kill him," Boromir whispered, before he remembered he couldn't be heard.
"No, Boromir," Frodo whispered.
"I thought he couldn't hear me!" he hollered, causing Frodo to drop his sword to cover his ears and the battle began again.
"Brebeth!" he screamed a few choice words at her.
"Breathe, breathe. Oh, that's right, you can't. Um, he shouldn't be able to hear you. Wait a minute. Frodo! He's the ringbearer. That explains it," she laughed. "It just happens to be powerful so, I guess he can hear the dead sometimes. Sam can't, though."
"A lot of good that does me since you tell me now." Then another thought came to him. "Can I kill things?"
"Let's see, you can bi-locate, but not hold anything. Can you kill something without holding onto an object?"
"No! Oooo, can I possess something?"
"I don't know."
"Let's try," Boromir brought himself upon the main Uruk.
"Let's go this way," he declared, reversing the direction.
"Why?" demanded a treacherous looking Mordor Orc.
"We can eliminate our pursuers!" shouted an Uruk. There was an uproar of approval.
"Wait! That's not what I meant. Let's keep going this way. Hay, troops!" Boromir yelled in a very un-Uruk-like manner, but none of the troops heeded his voice.
"Boromir, we can't go back. You'd better not be trying to convince me to go to Gondor again," Frodo declared. Sam gave his master a questioning look.
"Mr. Frodo, I don't see Boromir."
"Of course you don't. He's dead."
"How do you know?"
"He came to me in a dream."
"In dreams he came to me. In dreams he came . . ." sang a voice.
"Brebeth . . ."
"The Phantom of Middle Earth is there, inside your mind." A strange look crossed Frodo's face.
"Mr. Frodo?"
"Someone's singing."
"Stop it, precious," Gollum howled, reeling at the end of Sam's rope.
"My power over you grows stronger yet," Brebeth sang in an eerie voice.
"Sam, the ring is singing!" Frodo screamed.
"Brebeth, if you keep this up, he's going to wake up half of Mordor," Boromir complained. The Uruks, Merry and Pippin all turned and gave him confused looks.
"You have been leading us to the dogs for too long," came a voice. Boromir turned just in time to draw his sword and . . .
The sword of an Uruk clattered to the ground a few inches from Frodo. The Hobbit screamed.
"Where did that come from?" Sam wondered.
"It wasn't I," laughed Brebeth. Boromir was getting quite frustrated with this bi-location.
"I need to warn Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli," Boromir said.
"What's wrong?" asked Frodo, who had stopped screaming.
"The Uruks changed course and are after them." Boromir focused and soon he was there.
"Oh, yes, FYI, Legolas can hear you because he's an elf," Brebeth warned him.
"Prepare for battle. The Uruks are coming," Boromir yelled.