And here's the next chapter already!! Ain't I fast?? *G*
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Afterlife? No: -Aftershock!
Chapter Six
"You are really off the rocker!" She whispered. "There's no Gondor, and no Steward and most certainly no shadow in the East, here!"
Boromir saw her fright and relaxed his posture. "Do not fear, young Lady, no harm will come to you, if I have a say in it!"
She was already giggling again. "Nobody but my Da ever called me Lady before! Only he was joking. You are joking, too, aren't you?"
Boromir knew, that he had already told her too much and pushed back all his questions but one and smiled. "Would you be so kind as telling me your name, young Lady?"
He bowed, and made her giggle once more. "I'm Sandy Foster. And you?"
"Boromir, son of Denethor."
"Oh, come on, I know you're lying! No one has such queer names!"
Boromir sighed. "I AM Boromir."
"And? What's your last name?"
Boromir thought quickly. Finally, he said. "Call me Boromir Steward, Sandy Foster."
"Great!"
They were interrupted by a man in dark clothes. "There you are, Sandy! I was looking all over the place for you. Why didn't you stay in the Waiting room?"
Sandy made a face. "It's boring. I talked to Mr. Steward, instead. He calls me young Lady, isn't that funny?"
Sandy's father eyed Boromir rather suspiciously, but then seemed to decide that he was harmless enough.
"How do you do? I am Sandy's father, Foster's my name." He said, stretching out his hand.
Boromir took the proffered hand and answered haltingly, not very familiar with this polite phrase of greeting.
"I am well. How are you doing?"
"Great. And you? Will you be able to leave the hospital soon?"
"Yes. My doctor said I was doing well."
Here Sandy pushed into the conversation again. "He told me he had arrow- wounds, Daddy!"
"Really? How queer!" Her father answered, clearly humouring his daughter.
"But he said so, tell him that I'm telling the truth, Mr. Steward!" Sandy cried, knowing exactly what her father was doing.
"I was, in fact, hit by a few arrows," said Boromir, talking matter-of- factly.
Mr. Foster started. "How?"
Boromir hesitated. Only a short while ago, he'd have told the man exactly what had happened. But both Doctor cooper's and Sandy's reaction had warned him that arrow wounds and swords and Gondor were things nobody in this place knew anything about.
He opened his mouth to tell a tale he was sure wouldn't convince anybody, when he was saved by Reginald Cooper.
"Ah, here you are. Making acquaintances already, I see!" Then Cooper turned to Mr. Foster. "How do you do? I'm Dr. Cooper."
Foster shook hands with him and answered politely, before introducing Sandy. Boromir was happy to be forgotten for a few moments, so that he could gather his wits.
He was not forgotten for long, however, certainly not by Sandy. She tugged at his shirt.
"Tell me how you were hit by arrows!" She begged.
Grinning, he lifted her up to sit on the windowsill. Here was at least somebody he could tell the truth. He'd have to make up a story for the adults soon enough!
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Afterlife? No: -Aftershock!
Chapter Six
"You are really off the rocker!" She whispered. "There's no Gondor, and no Steward and most certainly no shadow in the East, here!"
Boromir saw her fright and relaxed his posture. "Do not fear, young Lady, no harm will come to you, if I have a say in it!"
She was already giggling again. "Nobody but my Da ever called me Lady before! Only he was joking. You are joking, too, aren't you?"
Boromir knew, that he had already told her too much and pushed back all his questions but one and smiled. "Would you be so kind as telling me your name, young Lady?"
He bowed, and made her giggle once more. "I'm Sandy Foster. And you?"
"Boromir, son of Denethor."
"Oh, come on, I know you're lying! No one has such queer names!"
Boromir sighed. "I AM Boromir."
"And? What's your last name?"
Boromir thought quickly. Finally, he said. "Call me Boromir Steward, Sandy Foster."
"Great!"
They were interrupted by a man in dark clothes. "There you are, Sandy! I was looking all over the place for you. Why didn't you stay in the Waiting room?"
Sandy made a face. "It's boring. I talked to Mr. Steward, instead. He calls me young Lady, isn't that funny?"
Sandy's father eyed Boromir rather suspiciously, but then seemed to decide that he was harmless enough.
"How do you do? I am Sandy's father, Foster's my name." He said, stretching out his hand.
Boromir took the proffered hand and answered haltingly, not very familiar with this polite phrase of greeting.
"I am well. How are you doing?"
"Great. And you? Will you be able to leave the hospital soon?"
"Yes. My doctor said I was doing well."
Here Sandy pushed into the conversation again. "He told me he had arrow- wounds, Daddy!"
"Really? How queer!" Her father answered, clearly humouring his daughter.
"But he said so, tell him that I'm telling the truth, Mr. Steward!" Sandy cried, knowing exactly what her father was doing.
"I was, in fact, hit by a few arrows," said Boromir, talking matter-of- factly.
Mr. Foster started. "How?"
Boromir hesitated. Only a short while ago, he'd have told the man exactly what had happened. But both Doctor cooper's and Sandy's reaction had warned him that arrow wounds and swords and Gondor were things nobody in this place knew anything about.
He opened his mouth to tell a tale he was sure wouldn't convince anybody, when he was saved by Reginald Cooper.
"Ah, here you are. Making acquaintances already, I see!" Then Cooper turned to Mr. Foster. "How do you do? I'm Dr. Cooper."
Foster shook hands with him and answered politely, before introducing Sandy. Boromir was happy to be forgotten for a few moments, so that he could gather his wits.
He was not forgotten for long, however, certainly not by Sandy. She tugged at his shirt.
"Tell me how you were hit by arrows!" She begged.
Grinning, he lifted her up to sit on the windowsill. Here was at least somebody he could tell the truth. He'd have to make up a story for the adults soon enough!
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