Hi everybody! Welcome to the 8. Chapter of my fanfic about Boromir's
Aftershock. And this time, I won't forget to post a disclaimer! (Though I
really wonder if ANYBODY could mistake my story for someone else's.) So,
there goes:
Disclaimer: I only own the location, the plot and a few characters of this story. What doesn't belong to me, is Boromir, and anything else that relates to Middle Earth and Tolkien's work. All I do, is use my imagination, taking advantage of the wonderful universe Tolkien created. My story cannot, by any means, compare to Tolkien's work, but I can't stop myself writing, anyway.
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Afterlife? -No: Aftershock!
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Chapter Eight
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Boromir and Sandy were joined by Mr. Foster and Dr. Cooper. Mr Foster smiled over to Boromir.
"Thank You for looking after my daughter while I was talking to Dr. Cooper." He said, lifting Sandy back down from the window-sill. "I've never seen her sit so quietly for such a long time before. You must be a gifted storyteller!"
Sandy protested: "He didn't tell me stories! He told me what happened to him, so he got arrow wounds!"
"Sure he did." Her father answered, clearly not believing her. "What happened?"
"He battled against a Company of Orcs, all of them with a white mark that looked like a hand on their faces. One of them shot at him with his bows and arrows!" Sandy recounted the tale animatedly.
"What an astounding story! Mr. Steward was very brave, wasn't he?" Her father said, again it was evident to Boromir, that the man didn't believe the story. Mr. Foster winked at him over Sandy's head and took her by the hand.
His right hand he stretched out to Boromir. "It was nice to meet You, I hope you'll be able to visit us once in a while. Here's my address." He pulled out a small card from his pocket and then shook Boromir's hand firmly.
Sandy's enthusiasm was not to be quenched. "I bet Mr. Steward could chase the "Gully Rats" from our part of town, couldn't he?"
"Now, now," Mr. Foster said, trying to calm her down, "I doubt he'd want to cross those thugs and anyway, I bet Mr. Steward hasn't recovered from his injuries, yet."
"The "Gully Rats" are nothing in comparison to those orcs!!" Sandy cried. Then she turned to Boromir. "Mr. Steward! Tell him I'm right!"
"I don't know the "Gully Rats" well enough to be able to say anything to that." Boromir answered evasively.
"Then come and visit us! You'll see I'm right!" Sandy replied brightly and grinned. "Come and visit us as soon as possible!"
"Yes, come and visit us." Mr. Foster joined in. "It will be nice to see You again. But for now, we have to say Goodbye."
Father and daughter took their leave and so Dr. Cooper and Boromir were left to each other's company.
"How much longer do I need to stay here?" Boromir asked. At the same time he wondered what he'd do if he was allowed to leave. He didn't know the least about this New World he'd been transported to.
Immediately he had the feeling that he'd feel much better with his sword at his side. At least he knew how to use THAT. "Where is my sword, I require it." He told Dr. Cooper.
Cooper looked slightly taken aback. "I thought we'd discussed this before! We are keeping Your sword in our safe. It would only be a danger for You and everyone else around, if You had it with You in Your room."
His eyes took on a slightly suspicious look. "Anyway: Why would you require it? You are NOT a warrior of olden times. You are a man of our modern times!"
Boromir wondered how Dr. Cooper explained all those scars he'd undoubtedly seen on Boromir's body during his treatment and shrugged inwardly. The man seemed determined to ignore the facts. On the other hand, it was better to play along, or he'd actually end in a ward reserved for the insane.
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Disclaimer: I only own the location, the plot and a few characters of this story. What doesn't belong to me, is Boromir, and anything else that relates to Middle Earth and Tolkien's work. All I do, is use my imagination, taking advantage of the wonderful universe Tolkien created. My story cannot, by any means, compare to Tolkien's work, but I can't stop myself writing, anyway.
.
.
Afterlife? -No: Aftershock!
.
.
Chapter Eight
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Boromir and Sandy were joined by Mr. Foster and Dr. Cooper. Mr Foster smiled over to Boromir.
"Thank You for looking after my daughter while I was talking to Dr. Cooper." He said, lifting Sandy back down from the window-sill. "I've never seen her sit so quietly for such a long time before. You must be a gifted storyteller!"
Sandy protested: "He didn't tell me stories! He told me what happened to him, so he got arrow wounds!"
"Sure he did." Her father answered, clearly not believing her. "What happened?"
"He battled against a Company of Orcs, all of them with a white mark that looked like a hand on their faces. One of them shot at him with his bows and arrows!" Sandy recounted the tale animatedly.
"What an astounding story! Mr. Steward was very brave, wasn't he?" Her father said, again it was evident to Boromir, that the man didn't believe the story. Mr. Foster winked at him over Sandy's head and took her by the hand.
His right hand he stretched out to Boromir. "It was nice to meet You, I hope you'll be able to visit us once in a while. Here's my address." He pulled out a small card from his pocket and then shook Boromir's hand firmly.
Sandy's enthusiasm was not to be quenched. "I bet Mr. Steward could chase the "Gully Rats" from our part of town, couldn't he?"
"Now, now," Mr. Foster said, trying to calm her down, "I doubt he'd want to cross those thugs and anyway, I bet Mr. Steward hasn't recovered from his injuries, yet."
"The "Gully Rats" are nothing in comparison to those orcs!!" Sandy cried. Then she turned to Boromir. "Mr. Steward! Tell him I'm right!"
"I don't know the "Gully Rats" well enough to be able to say anything to that." Boromir answered evasively.
"Then come and visit us! You'll see I'm right!" Sandy replied brightly and grinned. "Come and visit us as soon as possible!"
"Yes, come and visit us." Mr. Foster joined in. "It will be nice to see You again. But for now, we have to say Goodbye."
Father and daughter took their leave and so Dr. Cooper and Boromir were left to each other's company.
"How much longer do I need to stay here?" Boromir asked. At the same time he wondered what he'd do if he was allowed to leave. He didn't know the least about this New World he'd been transported to.
Immediately he had the feeling that he'd feel much better with his sword at his side. At least he knew how to use THAT. "Where is my sword, I require it." He told Dr. Cooper.
Cooper looked slightly taken aback. "I thought we'd discussed this before! We are keeping Your sword in our safe. It would only be a danger for You and everyone else around, if You had it with You in Your room."
His eyes took on a slightly suspicious look. "Anyway: Why would you require it? You are NOT a warrior of olden times. You are a man of our modern times!"
Boromir wondered how Dr. Cooper explained all those scars he'd undoubtedly seen on Boromir's body during his treatment and shrugged inwardly. The man seemed determined to ignore the facts. On the other hand, it was better to play along, or he'd actually end in a ward reserved for the insane.
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