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Uncertain Fates
As Avalyn and Hyacinth walked by the long stream, they talked about their fiancées, even laughing when they recalled previous incidents.
It was a beautiful day in the forest; the gently breeze and the soft sound of the stream, were very relaxing. But not for long—suddenly, Avalyn began to notice that the water was reddening.
"Hyacinth," she said, anxiously grabbing her friends arm. "Something is wrong!"
Hyacinth looked at the water and screamed; the body of an elf had just washed up onto the ground. He was Arial
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"What?" Boromir asked, almost in a whisper; his face was blank and unreadable.
Norah instantly regretted what she had just said, "No my lord, not in that sense; I simply mean that I love you as a person. I am not in love with you," she said.
Boromir laughed uncomfortably. "Of course; I knew that."
There was a dreadful silence between the two, which made Norah want to shrink away; she had confessed her deepest feelings to the soldier of Gondor, only to have Eomer's words come to pass. She now knew more than ever, that she would have to find a way to run away—but that would prove difficult, considering that Boromir was there and would not be leaving again for a while.
"Well, my lord; I had a wonderful time talking to you, but I must go now," she said, breaking the silence, and standing up to leave.
Boromir did not stop her from departing, in fact, he felt embarrassed for thinking that she had such feelings for him. But he soon forgot the matter and returned to his chambers to get a much needed sleep.
000
In Mordor, it was impossible to tell day from night; Faramir was lying by himself in a rickety tent; he had not been able to sleep. He was excited that he was finally going to get the chance to escape from the miserable life which he had been forced to live for eight long months.
Sure, eight months did not sound long at all, but in Mordor, just to breathe is an effort; the smell of death was in the air everyday, and not a day went by without Bashgash enforcing some new kind of punishment. Faramir knew that well, for he had been beaten on many occasions in Mordor; and he had gotten beaten even worse after he had successfully killed an orc that was trying to beat him.
He now fully understood what Galen meant when he said that Selwyn brought him to Mordor to try to bring him under subjection. Galen, the half-Elven was very strong indeed.
But as Faramir thought of escaping, he also though about the men and women who still had no chance of leaving Mordor; Faramir knew how privileged he was to get the chance, and he hoped that he would get the chance to free them all one day.
Faramir had also been able to secure a dagger; it was not much but he had a feeling that he would need a weapon of some sort, if he was to escape alive.
000
Eowyn had been forcefully taken from the spot where Arial had fallen; but by the looks of things, they would have to sleep in Mirkwood that night.
That was Eowyn's last chance to claim her freedom, and she intended to seize that chance for she would rather die free than live a long life trapped inside a cage; besides, she had an advantage, for she knew the forest better than they.
But she also knew that she could not just try to escape at any time; she would have to wait until they let down their guard. She would do whatever it took to be a free woman again.
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But her chance never came; the soldiers walked strategically: they walked in a way that formed a circle—with Eowyn in the middle!
And much to her surprise, they also walked all night, which was no hard task for them, seeing that they were soldiers; and soldiers usually had to march or fight despite the harsh situations.
They gave her no eye contact, they just walked along with expressionless faces; but Eowyn soon began to get tired, and her feet began to hurt, for such long walking was hard on a woman; suddenly, everything seemed as though it was swirling, and then all went black…
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That dark morning, Faramir awakened to the sound of Selwyn's voice. He opened his eyes and saw the Shadow elf standing over him, and staring down at him.
"You are finally awake," he commented cheekily.
He was one of the last people that Faramir wanted to see at that moment. "What do you want?" he asked, ignoring Selwyn's remark.
"It is time for us to set out for Osgiliath," said Selwyn, looking at Faramir as though he was inferior.
"If you think that I will fight my brothers, you are mistaken," Faramir said, standing up and looking at the elf with fury in his eyes.
"You will do as I say," Selwyn said; he sounded so sure of himself.
"You sound quite sure of yourself; despite the fact that you failed to locate your sister who was merely a few miles away from you," Faramir shot back. He was known to have a cutting tongue at times.
And it seemed that his words had pierced the arrogant mans heart of stone; Selwyn just stood there for a moment, and said nothing; then all of a sudden, he returned back to reality and punched the ranger in his face. Faramir stumbled back a bit, due to the force of the blow; when he put his had to his nose, he felt blood; he thought that Selwyn would storm out, and leave him 'to think on his ways' but he was wrong: Selwyn was not finished yet.
He stormed up to Faramir, drawing his slender Elven blade and pressing it against Faramir's neck.
Faramir didn't even dare to swallow; it almost felt as though the blade was already cutting into his skin.
"You know where she is, don't you?" Selwyn asked angrily.
"Get away from me," Faramir said, sounding bolder than he felt; he now regretted saying what he had said, for he was blinded by his anger.
"Answer me!" shouted the angry elf.
"No, I do not know where they are; but how far could they have gone in those few moments?"
Selwyn roughly withdrew his blade. "If you are lying to me, then you are just asking for death….'Captain'." after adding that hint of sarcasm, he left. Faramir followed him soon after.
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The orcs and elves, along with some soldiers of Harad (for Selwyn has persuaded Sherah to come with them), had journeyed as far as Ithilien, when they decided to rest for the night; Faramir could not have been happier, for he was an Ithilien Ranger, which meant that he knew Ithilien better than them.
Once they had set up the temporary tents, Faramir lay awake in his, waiting for the right moment to sneak out of the camp.
But his waiting was soon interrupted when a young soldier of Harad entered his tent.
"Sherah requests to see you immediately," said the young man.
Faramir, curious to know what the man of Harad wanted, got up and followed the young man.
When they reached Sherah's tent; the young man left them to talk privately.
"I apologize for disturbing your sleep, if you were sleeping at all," he said arrogantly.
"What is it that you want?" Faramir asked.
"I wanted you to know that I am on to you."
Faramir looked at him blankly, although he was screaming inside. "I do not know what you're talking about."
Sherah threw back his head and laughed; "Of course you do; I saw you take that dagger, I know you thought that no one saw—but I did. This little attempt of yours will not succeed; I have not said anything to Selwyn…yet; but I will tonight. I do not think that you'll survive the night."
Faramir maintained his composure. "I do not know where you get your theories, but they are wrong."
"Oh, they are? I do not think so, and neither will Selwyn—I think that I'll take that dagger now."
Faramir's jaw clenched; he was caught, and there was no getting out of it—or was there?
He suddenly had a plan…a plan that at one time he would never have done, but desperate times call for desperate measures…
Quicker than an elf, Faramir drew his knife and stabbed Sherah in his left shoulder; he barely gave the soldier a chance to react before he went at him again; although he knew that he had to kill Sherah, he wanted to end it in as painless a way as possible, but Sherah didn't give up that easily; he struggled with Faramir, and punched him despite the pain which he was feeling, but he could not hold up for long, as the world around him began to fade into darkness…