Boromir, Thou Shall Live
By Priscilla Stafford
Author's Note: Hello, fellows! Here's another chapter! I appreciate all of you being patient with me with all that's been going on in my home. I got this chapter together as soon as I could and I really hope you enjoy it! Plus, I've reworked the first chapter a bit, no big deal, nothing to go back and read over again but I just wanted to let you know.
It wasn't supposed to be too long but the first part of this story was tons of fun to write so I kept writing and writing and writing... before I knew it, I had written pages of it! I'd like to semi-dedicate this chapter to Michaela90 who a little while back told me she wanted to read more of Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli. Well, Aragorn's not much here (he'll come up in the next few chapters), but there's plenty of Legolas and Gimli!
Special thanks to my special reviewers (I love you guys!) are at the bottom of the chapter!
Chapter Twenty-Five: Camped at the Isen
With a contented smile, Haldir drew Isilme closer to him. They were at the moment seated on the ground, Isilme sitting upon his lap and Haldir leaning his back comfortably upon a large rock. The night air was cool, and though the chill temperature did nothing to bother the Elves, a warmth of comfort was found in each others arms
As Haldir absently stroked Isilme's dark blonde hair, peace descended upon his spirit and once more Haldir wondered if he deserved her. He hoped the night would never end. He would make this night last, a night spent with his loved one in his embrace, watching the sky and not caring too much what was in store for them the next day.
Midnight it was and the earth was still. Behind them he knew the King of Rohan and his men slept for they were weary from traveling. Haldir wondered if it was indeed all right for him and Isilme to be seeking solitude away from them, then just as quickly he dismissed the idea. The Lothlorien Elves would keep a vigil watch all night, he could place his trust in them implicitly.
Haldir pondered whether it had been the right choice to take a different road to reach the woods of Lorien. He had wanted to travel along the eastern edges of Fangorn towards Lothlorien then had fought against the idea. He and his men had been only a few days gone from their home, yet who knew how much the forces of Dol Guldur had risen in strength during that time? He would not risk his people, nor Isilme, to the chance of being ambushed on the very borders of Lorien.
So instead he had chosen another route, to travel along the Misty Mountains and approach the woods from the west. When leaving Helm's Deep, Haldir had discussed the idea with Mithrandir and the other had agreed that it was the best choice. More than anything, the wizard was pleased to have the Lothlorien Elves travel with them, if only to Isengard.
Isengard. Haldir wondered what awaited them there. Mithrandir, one to always speak in riddles, had said that he really knew not what would happen. But the Elf had a suspicion that Mithrandir was not exactly revealing all he knew. But he could trust the wizard, he knew his Lady, the Lady Galadriel, did.
His world was brought back to the present as Isilme settled her head more comfortably onto his chest. Haldir leaned down to whisper in her ear teasingly, "Are you comfortable?"
She lifted her chin so they could see each other, and Haldir saw that she was smiling. "Extremely comfortable." Suddenly he could see her smile had become very sly. Confused and more than a little bit puzzled, he was about to question the look when she shifted slightly in his arms.
Isilme lifted a delicate hand to lightly touch the side of his face. She snuggled her face against the side of his neck and her hand caressed his cheek methodically. Haldir closed his eyes under the touch when his Elvish sensitivity unexpectedly heightened as he felt her breath move from under his chin towards his ear. "And are you comfortable my love?" she queried softly, her lips barely grazing against his ear. Her voice so gentle yet so moving, her voice which was making his head spin, and Haldir wonder how in the world he had gotten himself into such an unsettling, yet not unpleasant situation.
Finally gaining control of his tongue, he strove to catch hold of any sanity his mind left him. "Hmmm... I am still struggling to decide whether..."
His eyes widened and the words he had wanted to say were lost to him as he felt her kiss just under his ear. The last fibers of his lucidity were lost and his mind became an abrupt blank. Once more he closed his eyes to savor the feeling of her lips upon his skin. But that kiss was only the first of more to come for Isilme continued to kiss his jaw line, her lips leaving a tingling sensation which spread throughout his whole body, leaving his whole body on fire. A fire he doubted nothing could distinguish. And for sure he never wanted it to be distinguished.
Somewhere between the kisses Haldir's hand had found its way up to her neck and thus with a firm hand brought her even closer to himself. Isilme pulled back just enough to whisper, "You were saying?"
"I have decided that this is very comfortable."
Isilme laughed under her breath. "I am pleased you feel that way."
She continued her kissing ministrations but by that time, Haldir had had enough. Isilme gasped in surprise as Haldir swiftly shifted her from his lap so that she leaning way out, her whole upper body solely supported by Haldir's arm around her back. In an attempt to gain some balance and steady herself, she reached out with a hand to hang on to the back of his neck.
Now it was Haldir's to chuckle as Isilme looked slightly flustered at being in a position where she was no longer in control. Being the warrior he was, he had no trouble holding her in such a manner. He leaned his head down so their faces were a mere breath apart, forcing her from trying to sit up.
The moon had passed into the West, and its light was hidden by the hills. But out of the deep shadow of the Wizard's Vale which lay before them rose a vast spire of smoke and vapor. As it mounted, it caught the rays of the sinking moon, and spread in shimmering billows, black and silver, over the starry sky.
Thus in such a light Haldir looked into the face of his beloved. Her skin glowed in the unearthly light of the moon, softening her Elven features into that of polished ivory, pure and unblemished. Her lips, slightly parted, were curved gently in the daintiest of smiles. And her eyes, eyes like sparkling jewels, pierced straight into his heart. Her eyes reflecting the light of moon shone with an everlasting love. Love towards him.
As if afraid that such a vision would vanish before his eyes, Haldir hesitantly touched her face. "Are you real?"
Seeing her give him a strange look, he continued to speak while stroking her face. "Are you some angel who will disappear with the sun's first light? An illusive dream which was never meant to be, a love I can never call my own?"
Understanding dawned in her eyes and she shook her head. She closed the distance between their faces and brought her lips up to his. When they came apart, she whispered, "As sure as our shared kiss was real, so is my love for you."
"I love you."
"And I you."
With those words, all of Haldir's reserve dissolved and he could no longer hold himself back. He leaned down and planted his lips upon her in an intense kiss, one in which Isilme returned with an intensity all her own. Using his hand to caress the smoothness of her cheek, even further did he press his lips to hers to deepen the kiss. His whole being was centered on this feeling she was giving him, a feeling so passionate which overpowered his senses, making him abandon all reason. It was just him and her, and nothing else mattered or even existed in their circle of love.
"There seems to be a stifling warmth radiating from this particular place."
Hearing the sound of Gimli's voice, Haldir and Isilme pulled away from each other with a start. Forgetting what position they were in, the suddenness of their movements caused them to tip over and if not for Haldir's quick reflexes, would have fallen flat on the ground.
"I think we may have startled the two love birds, don't you think my lad?"
Wincing at the awkward predicament he and Isilme were in, he glanced behind his shoulder to see that not only had the Dwarf caught them, Legolas, too, was standing next to his shorter friend.
Ignoring the Dwarf's chuckles and not daring to meet their eyes yet, Haldir helped Isilme off his lap so that they could both get up from the ground. When they were finally standing, Haldir brought his arms around Isilme's waist in a protective manner. He was pleased that instead of pulling away, she responded by leaning against him, her hand lightly resting on his arm.
Looking into her face, he noted that she was probably mirroring exactly how he looked at the moment; flushed skin, rapid breathing, and ears slightly red in embarrassment. And the odds were that Isilme's heart was probably beating as erratically as his own. Fortunately, his loved one did not appear upset or irritated in the least. Otherwise, he would make sure Gimli and Legolas would not get away without suffering some sort of pain for the interruption.
Finally facing the Dwarf and the Elf, Haldir saw that Gimli was not the only one looking pleased with himself. Legolas had the barest hint of a smile on his face, his eyebrows raised delicately with an expression of amusement.
Before Haldir could speak, Gimli spoke again to the Mirkwood prince. "I say again, Legolas. I do believe we have startled these two lovebirds. Yet how can it be, for they are Elves? And we all know how Elven hearing is far superior to those of any other creature, is that not right?"
Knowing that Gimli still appeared to hold a bit of a grudge for when Haldir had insulted the Dwarf in Lothlorien, the Elf tried to speak but was interrupted Legolas. "Indeed, Master Dwarf," Legolas nodded with much seriousness. "What you say is true. Yet I do believe that the two of them were slightly, hmmm... shall we say, distracted?"
"Distracted? I should say so!" Gimli said with a snort.
"Jealous, Gimli?" Legolas asked with a smile.
As Gimli started blustering at the words spoken by his Elf friend, Haldir shook his head in confusion. He couldn't believe his ears, here the Dwarf and the Elf were conversing pleasantly as if Haldir and Isilme were not even there!
Clearing his throat, Haldir spoke. "It now appears that Isilme and I are the ones who are disturbing you. So if you'll excuse us, we shall leave you two to... whatever you wish to discuss."
Unfortunately, Gimli was not one to let others off the hook so easily. "Wait just one moment Marchwarden. Are you insinuating that we were disturbing you two?" he said with mock surprise.
In exasperation, Haldir couldn't help but believe with all his heart that there was indeed a good reason why Elves and Dwarves did not get along. Dwarves were just too frustrating. They appeared to have no manners at all. Yes, Elves and Dwarves were not meant to get along.
Which led to the question of Legolas.
Looking at the Mirkwood Elf who was watching him with dry humor, Haldir sighed in annoyance. "I am surprised at you, Prince Greenleaf. I never would have suspected you to sneak up on others. I believe the Dwarf's bad manners are rubbing off on you."
Gimli, now blustering about how Dwarf's were just as and even more polite than any Elf, quieted as Legolas moved to stand before Haldir and Isilme. The Lothlorien Elves watched as Legolas bowed towards Isilme.
Very seriously and with much humility, Legolas spoke. "Lady Isilme, I do give my sincerest apologies for any discomfort my friend and I may have caused for you." Saying thus, Legolas calmly stretched out his hand, palm upward.
Isilme, looking surprised yet pleased at the gesture, smiled and extended her own hand to rest on the other's hand. "Your apology accepted. A most graceful apology I must say, one worthy from a prince."
"My apologies too, fair lass," Gimli said also from where he stood.
Isilme did not speak, but her face spoke volumes as she smiled towards the Dwarf.
Legolas, still holding Isilme's hand in his own, brought hers up to his lips to give a soft yet brief kiss. Then still bending down he lifted his head so his eyes could meet Isilme's. Haldir watched with some suspicion as Legolas quirked one eyebrow, one corner of his mouth curving upward in an Elf equivalent of a smirk. "We really could not help it you see. It was too good an opportunity to miss catching the great Marchwarden of Lorien unawares. To see him looking so embarrassed and flustered was worth it, though I once again apologize to you for any... inconvenience."
Giving Isilme another kiss on the hand, accompanied soon afterward by a wink, Legolas stood up straight. As soon as he did, he nimbly and gracefully took a step backwards, an innocent motion to the casual eye. But Haldir knew the movement had been very deliberate, putting the Mirkwood Elf just out of reach from the Lorien Elf. A smart move, considering his bold remarks.
Haldir gave serious thought whether to actually confront the audacious Elf but quickly disregarded the thought. It wasn't too big of a deal and Haldir was never one quick to anger. Yet, Legolas didn't really know that, did he?
Deciding it was now his turn to have a bit of fun, Haldir gave a small smile and took one step closer to Legolas. Catching the movement, the Mirkwood Elf's expression faltered a little bit, probably trying to decide if Haldir was playing with him. Or whether he was very serious. Not taking any chances, the prince stood so that the weight of his body was balanced perfectly between his two legs which were subtly bent at the knees, the perfect position to duck out of the way.
Wondering just how far he could take things, Haldir was just about to move another step when Isilme stopped him by placing her hand on his chest. Glancing down to her face, he saw that she was trying very hard to suppress her laughter. Realizing that she knew exactly what he was doing, Haldir smiled and kissed her forehead.
Legolas understood now what had been going on and visibly relaxed. As a signal of respect, the prince nodded his head in Haldir's direction which Haldir returned with a nod of his own.
Gimli clearly had no idea what was going on and strolled over to where the three Elves were standing. He sighed deeply while shaking his head. "I strongly believe that even among yourselves it's hard to understand each other. Elves and their peculiar ways."
"You mean Dwarves and their incomprehensible mannerisms," Legolas said airily.
Haldir rolled his eyes and he recognized the signs of another conversation between Gimli and Legolas about the downfalls of each other's race. He knew of course that it was all in good spirit, but he knew naught how they could keep it up.
"If you don't mind, Isilme and I are going to try to find another place where we hope to find some solitude."
"Hmph. Not likely," Gimli snorted.
"Besides," Legolas added, "there really was a reason why we came to find you. Gandalf and Aragorn were hoping to speak with you about the road we will travel tomorrow."
Sighing, Haldir understood that it was indeed important he spoke with the wizard and the Ranger for it had not yet been decided when they should part ways.
So the four of them worked their way back to the campsite, Gimli and Legolas walking ahead while Haldir and Isilme lagged behind. Making sure that the two up ahead were deeply engrossed in their conversation, Haldir leaned down to place a kiss on Isilme's neck then another on her cheek. Isilme, still held in the protective circle of his arms, asked, "What was that for?"
"I'm sorry."
"For what, my love?"
"Sorry that we didn't have more time together."
Isilme smiled up at him. "We have eternity before us, I believe we can handle one interruption."
"An eternity before us." It was indeed a beautiful thought, the thought of having his sweet Isilme with him for always. To have her always at his side, to share their lives as husband and wife, to be able to hold her in his arms, to kiss her lips which were so sweet... Quite an enticing thought indeed. "An eternity before us," Haldir repeated. "I like the sound of that."
Isilme laughed softly at that comment, then stopped him just long enough to kiss him on the cheek. It took all of his discipline and self control not to kiss her for he knew that once he did, he would never get back the willpower to return to the campsite. Staying out here alone with Isilme was such a tempting idea.
Yet, duty called, so with some disappointed they continued walking. But Haldir compromised by placing his lips upon Isilme's head or cheek at every opportunity. Legolas and Gimli turned round just in time to catch one of those instances.
"There they go again," Gimli commented.
"Do not they ever tire of it?" Legolas said with interest.
"Just wait Prince Legolas until you find an Elf maiden of your own," Isilme called out with good humor. Legolas pretended not to hear.
Haldir leaned down to whisper in the Elf lady's ear. "If you wish me to, I can make sure the rest of our journey together may be very uncomfortable for them."
Isilme smiled but shook her head. "Do not even think about it. My honor nor your honor is not at stake. Let them live."
"If you say so." Haldir once again focused his eyes forward and saw that Legolas was watching them with a smirk. Realizing that the Elf had probably heard every word, Haldir said something he probably would never have thought to ever say. "Elves and their perfect hearing."
Legolas only smiled.
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Eomer turned away from Gandalf and Aragorn with more than a little annoyance. How can Gandalf even suggest that he rest? His uncle, King Theoden, was not young anymore and may need the rest, but not Eomer.
Instead of going towards the inner camp grounds, he walked towards the outer edge, hoping to find an unoccupied place where he could sort his thoughts out.
On the way he sighted Legolas and Gimli coming towards him, not far behind another Elf. It was the Lothlorien Elf, Haldir. The Elf noticed him and leaving his other two companions came towards Eomer.
Guessing his intentions, Eomer gestured to direction in which he had just come from. "Mithrandir and Aragorn await your presence."
"Thank you," Haldir said and with a bow, walked to where Eomer had pointed towards.
As Eomer continued on his quest for a solitary spot, he saw that Legolas and Gimli had disappeared into one of the tents set up to rest in. It was just as well, he was not much in the mood for company.
He finally found a quiet little area where a fire had been set up. Going closer though, he noticed that he had been mistaken to think he was alone for there sat Isilme starting to put a kettle over the fire. Eomer debated whether to walk away or to at least present himself until Isilme spoke.
"Eomer, would you care to have some tea? I was just about to heat some water."
It was foolish of him to forget that she was an Elf, she had probably noticed his presence immediately. Eomer strode forward to sit beside the Elf maiden, forgetting that he had wished to be alone.
"If you wouldn't mind."
"Not at all."
Eomer watched in awe as her every move was done with grace. In only one other woman had he seen such poetry of movement and that was in his sister. But unlike Isilme, Eowyn had the elegance of strength, the elegance of a warrior. Isilme's movements were more of that of a dancer, beauty to the eyes.
"I hope you don't think me bold when I say I have never met anyone as beautiful as you, and probably would never meet anyone so beautiful as yourself," Eomer said to Isilme, her answer which was gentle laughter.
"I thank you for the compliment, but you are a little hasty in judgment, don't you think?"
Eomer shook his head. "Haldir is very fortunate to have you."
Again there was that gentle laughter. "And I think any woman who may have the honor of marrying you is most fortunate also."
"But alas, fair Elf maiden," Eomer said with a smile, though he was very serious, "your beauty has spoiled all women for me."
"Ah, but there is love. And when there is love, that woman will become fairer and more beautiful than anyone in your eyes. I'm afraid compared to the light you will see in her face, I will become very dim and insignificant."
Seeing that Eomer was skeptical, she leaned forward to place her hand on his cheek in a motherly fashion, a gesture Eomer recalled clearly of his mother doing the same. The one clear memory he had of her.
"Trust me," Isilme said softly. "When you find your one true love, you will never be satisfied with the other beauties of Middle Earth."
She went back to tending the kettle and Eomer pondered on the words she had spoken. He did not understand, yet decided when the time came, as Isilme said it would, he would know.
There was a comfortable silence as Isilme crushed some tea leaves into the kettle then carefully poured the water into cups. It was not until she handed the drink to Eomer did she speak. "I hope you do not find me bold when I ask what will happen tomorrow."
Eomer sighed heavily, not knowing how to truly answer for he himself did not know the answer. He decided to tell her what he did know.
"You know that the Wizard's Vale lies ahead of us," Eomer said. Isilme nodded. "Look towards it. What do you see with your Elf eyes?"
Isilme looked in the direction of Isengard. "Not much can be seen in this light. Yet there is a vast spire of smoke. Vapor, too."
"There is ever a fume above that valley in these days," Eomer spoke, his voice grave. "But I have never seen aught like this before. These are steams rather than smokes. Saruman is brewing some devilry to greet us."
He bowed his head down to stare into his forgotten drink, his thoughts as dark as the steaming liquid. "Maybe he is boiling all the waters of Isen, and that is why the river runs dry."
As expected, Isilme was quiet for a few moments. "And what do the others say, what does Mithrandir say?"
"He does not know, or he will not say," Eomer said, frustration once again threatening to take hold. But he couldn't allow it, not with Isilme next to him. So instead he continued speaking, not wanting to sink into any more dark thoughts. Isilme's presence was also soothing in a subtle way and he allowed himself to confide in her.
"When we traveled through the strange trees at Helm's Deep, I was not too afraid for Gandalf seemed pleased to see that they were there. And though I wonder why he keeps so much from us, I do trust him.
"But when we were at the Fords, I saw with my own eyes and heard with my own ears. The beds of the Isen were almost dry, a bare waste of shingles and grey sand. The Fords, ever a place full of the rush and chatter of water upon stones, was silent. Even here, I cannot hear the sounds of the water rushing down the Isen.
"I was thinking how the place had become so dreary. It was as if a sickness had befallen the river. Many fair things Saruman has destroyed, has he devoured the springs of Isen, too?"
Eomer glanced over at Isilme who was watching him carefully, eyes full of compassion for him. "I must admit I fear what awaits us tomorrow at Isengard," he whispered.
Isilme moved over to sit close and wrapped her arm around his shoulders. "Do not worry Eomer. Tomorrow we shall learn what has happened."
The young man was just about to speak in response when he felt Isilme stiffen slightly. She straightened her back and she cast her gaze here and there as if she was listening or looking for something. Eomer, too, tried to find the reason for her action. It was then he heard it.
Out of the night he heard a call like the low whistle of a bird, then another, and another. "It is the signal of the Lothlorien Elves," Isilme whispered. "Something has happened." She looked up and gasped softly. "Something is happening."
The moon seemed to have disappeared and someone gave out a cry. Eomer heard the whole campsite come alive with activity as everyone woke up. He looked up into the heavens and saw that the stars were shining above, but over the ground there crept a darkness blacker than the night. On both sides of the river it rolled towards them, going northward.
Eomer jumped up at the same time as Isilme and was about to run towards the center of the camp when he heard Gandalf's voice echo throughout the darkness. "Stay where you are! Draw no weapons! Wait, and it will pass you by!"
He would never disobey the wizard, yet it was always better to be safe than sorry. Eomer held on to Isilme's arm with his left hand, and with his right hand grasped the handle of his sword, yet did not draw it out.
A mist gathered about them. Above them a few stars still glimmered faintly, but on either side there arose walls of impenetrable gloom. They were in a narrow lane between moving towers of shadow.
Out of the murky mist a figure came towards them and Eomer clenched his teeth, not knowing whether to draw his sword or not. He immediately relaxed when he saw that it was Haldir. Eomer was not the only one having a hard time following orders. Yet Haldir had a good reason.
Eomer let go of Isilme and watched as the two Elves embraced, Haldir holding her close as he kept his eyes roaming.
Voices could be heard all around, whisperings and groanings and an endless rustling sigh. The earth shook under them.
He did not know how long he stood there, afraid to move, barely able to breathe. Long it seemed before at last the darkness and rumor passed, vanishing between the mountain's arms.
All seemed deathly quiet until Haldir was the first to speak. "I believe it has passed."
"Whatever was it?" Eomer queried, his voice still down to a whisper, lest whatever evil it was did not hear him.
Haldir only shook his head and led Isilme towards the fire, making her sit down then joining her. Eomer was just about to also sit with them when the sound furthest from his mind came to his ears.
Not heeding anything he heard Haldir say, Eomer ran to where the sound took him. Heart pounding and ears straining to catch every sound, he finally stopped where the Isen was to be a barren waste. But no longer was it dry.
The voice of the river had suddenly awoke and Eomer saw a rush of water hurrying down among the stones. So astonished was he that he almost didn't move back in time from being swept with the current. With surprise and some fear he looked on until that first current had passed. And when it did, the Isen flowed and bubbled in its bed again, as it had ever done.
He felt a hand on his arm, but he didn't have to turn to know it was Isilme for she spoke before he had even reacted to her presence. "Maybe everything will turn out all right."
Eomer didn't know whether to frown or to smile. "Hope wells within me, just as the springs of the Isen has sprung up again. Yet, what strange deed is this? A miracle? Witchcraft?"
He shook his head. "Only more questions. Questions which can only be answered in the new morrow."
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Author's Note: Any good? I am TERRIBLE at writing romance, having never written it before. (in case anybody's wondering, I've never dated, never been in love or anything of the sort). So I hope the Haldir/Isilme part was ok. I was really nervous writing it. Oh, and also, beyond their kissing, they would NOT have gotten ANY further. I do not write *that* kind of fiction and never will. I just wanted everyone to know that. Haldir and Isilme's love is a pure and honorable one, I'll not be one to smear it. ^_^
Also, I hope nobody thinks that Gimli, Legolas, and Haldir appear out of character for in the first part there is much teasing between them. But in my mind's eye, from both the book-Legolas and Orlando Bloom's version of Legolas, I've thought of Legolas as having a very smooth and dry humor. Can't you just imagine that little raising of the eyebrows, the little smirk on his lips? I can! Plus, Haldir may have appeared kind of 'stiff' in the movies, yet I think being around Isilme has caused him to act 'young', if Elves do indeed act 'young'. So I hope everyone's ok with my writing of this chapter, if you have any complaints or suggestions please tell me!
The latter part of the chapter is more book verse, many Tolkien literate readers might recognize many passages I have used from "The Two Towers". I decided to expand upon it a bit more, looking through the eyes of Eomer.
Special Notes To:
*Sean/Boromir Fan* ~ Dear friend and buddy, thanks again for reviewing! My most faithful reviewer (well, I'd beat you up at school if you don't review, hee hee! Just kidding! Maybe... LOL) Vewy Sowy, no Boromir in this chapter, but I promise he IS coming out in the next, next chappie! And maybe if I'm generous he'll be out next chapter though I'm not sure. Sorry, and no Pippin yet. That's for the next chapter! Glad you like Bawuer, I really like him a lot, too! Nooo... I don't think he has a crazy criminal for a sister... cool idea though! JK ^_^ I really hope you like this chapter, I know the first part is pretty mushy. *blech* But Haldir and Isilme are so cute together, I decided to give them some 'time off' though they were kinda interrupted. :P
*Spry Sprite* ~ Thanks for being so understanding about my whole situation. Things have calmed down a lot so it's sort of getting back to normal, as normal as it can in these kinds of situations. Anyway, I hope you got my review for your "Insanity Abounds"! I had FIVE chapters to catch up with, it was nice reading it all at once! Love your Harper/Boromir moments (of course!) Will have to read "Quarrelings" soon. Glad you liked my last chapter, how's this one? I incorporated a bit more humor than usual, I decided not to drag out too much of the 'dreariness' since it's going to get a 'bit' darker.
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By Priscilla Stafford
Author's Note: Hello, fellows! Here's another chapter! I appreciate all of you being patient with me with all that's been going on in my home. I got this chapter together as soon as I could and I really hope you enjoy it! Plus, I've reworked the first chapter a bit, no big deal, nothing to go back and read over again but I just wanted to let you know.
It wasn't supposed to be too long but the first part of this story was tons of fun to write so I kept writing and writing and writing... before I knew it, I had written pages of it! I'd like to semi-dedicate this chapter to Michaela90 who a little while back told me she wanted to read more of Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli. Well, Aragorn's not much here (he'll come up in the next few chapters), but there's plenty of Legolas and Gimli!
Special thanks to my special reviewers (I love you guys!) are at the bottom of the chapter!
Chapter Twenty-Five: Camped at the Isen
With a contented smile, Haldir drew Isilme closer to him. They were at the moment seated on the ground, Isilme sitting upon his lap and Haldir leaning his back comfortably upon a large rock. The night air was cool, and though the chill temperature did nothing to bother the Elves, a warmth of comfort was found in each others arms
As Haldir absently stroked Isilme's dark blonde hair, peace descended upon his spirit and once more Haldir wondered if he deserved her. He hoped the night would never end. He would make this night last, a night spent with his loved one in his embrace, watching the sky and not caring too much what was in store for them the next day.
Midnight it was and the earth was still. Behind them he knew the King of Rohan and his men slept for they were weary from traveling. Haldir wondered if it was indeed all right for him and Isilme to be seeking solitude away from them, then just as quickly he dismissed the idea. The Lothlorien Elves would keep a vigil watch all night, he could place his trust in them implicitly.
Haldir pondered whether it had been the right choice to take a different road to reach the woods of Lorien. He had wanted to travel along the eastern edges of Fangorn towards Lothlorien then had fought against the idea. He and his men had been only a few days gone from their home, yet who knew how much the forces of Dol Guldur had risen in strength during that time? He would not risk his people, nor Isilme, to the chance of being ambushed on the very borders of Lorien.
So instead he had chosen another route, to travel along the Misty Mountains and approach the woods from the west. When leaving Helm's Deep, Haldir had discussed the idea with Mithrandir and the other had agreed that it was the best choice. More than anything, the wizard was pleased to have the Lothlorien Elves travel with them, if only to Isengard.
Isengard. Haldir wondered what awaited them there. Mithrandir, one to always speak in riddles, had said that he really knew not what would happen. But the Elf had a suspicion that Mithrandir was not exactly revealing all he knew. But he could trust the wizard, he knew his Lady, the Lady Galadriel, did.
His world was brought back to the present as Isilme settled her head more comfortably onto his chest. Haldir leaned down to whisper in her ear teasingly, "Are you comfortable?"
She lifted her chin so they could see each other, and Haldir saw that she was smiling. "Extremely comfortable." Suddenly he could see her smile had become very sly. Confused and more than a little bit puzzled, he was about to question the look when she shifted slightly in his arms.
Isilme lifted a delicate hand to lightly touch the side of his face. She snuggled her face against the side of his neck and her hand caressed his cheek methodically. Haldir closed his eyes under the touch when his Elvish sensitivity unexpectedly heightened as he felt her breath move from under his chin towards his ear. "And are you comfortable my love?" she queried softly, her lips barely grazing against his ear. Her voice so gentle yet so moving, her voice which was making his head spin, and Haldir wonder how in the world he had gotten himself into such an unsettling, yet not unpleasant situation.
Finally gaining control of his tongue, he strove to catch hold of any sanity his mind left him. "Hmmm... I am still struggling to decide whether..."
His eyes widened and the words he had wanted to say were lost to him as he felt her kiss just under his ear. The last fibers of his lucidity were lost and his mind became an abrupt blank. Once more he closed his eyes to savor the feeling of her lips upon his skin. But that kiss was only the first of more to come for Isilme continued to kiss his jaw line, her lips leaving a tingling sensation which spread throughout his whole body, leaving his whole body on fire. A fire he doubted nothing could distinguish. And for sure he never wanted it to be distinguished.
Somewhere between the kisses Haldir's hand had found its way up to her neck and thus with a firm hand brought her even closer to himself. Isilme pulled back just enough to whisper, "You were saying?"
"I have decided that this is very comfortable."
Isilme laughed under her breath. "I am pleased you feel that way."
She continued her kissing ministrations but by that time, Haldir had had enough. Isilme gasped in surprise as Haldir swiftly shifted her from his lap so that she leaning way out, her whole upper body solely supported by Haldir's arm around her back. In an attempt to gain some balance and steady herself, she reached out with a hand to hang on to the back of his neck.
Now it was Haldir's to chuckle as Isilme looked slightly flustered at being in a position where she was no longer in control. Being the warrior he was, he had no trouble holding her in such a manner. He leaned his head down so their faces were a mere breath apart, forcing her from trying to sit up.
The moon had passed into the West, and its light was hidden by the hills. But out of the deep shadow of the Wizard's Vale which lay before them rose a vast spire of smoke and vapor. As it mounted, it caught the rays of the sinking moon, and spread in shimmering billows, black and silver, over the starry sky.
Thus in such a light Haldir looked into the face of his beloved. Her skin glowed in the unearthly light of the moon, softening her Elven features into that of polished ivory, pure and unblemished. Her lips, slightly parted, were curved gently in the daintiest of smiles. And her eyes, eyes like sparkling jewels, pierced straight into his heart. Her eyes reflecting the light of moon shone with an everlasting love. Love towards him.
As if afraid that such a vision would vanish before his eyes, Haldir hesitantly touched her face. "Are you real?"
Seeing her give him a strange look, he continued to speak while stroking her face. "Are you some angel who will disappear with the sun's first light? An illusive dream which was never meant to be, a love I can never call my own?"
Understanding dawned in her eyes and she shook her head. She closed the distance between their faces and brought her lips up to his. When they came apart, she whispered, "As sure as our shared kiss was real, so is my love for you."
"I love you."
"And I you."
With those words, all of Haldir's reserve dissolved and he could no longer hold himself back. He leaned down and planted his lips upon her in an intense kiss, one in which Isilme returned with an intensity all her own. Using his hand to caress the smoothness of her cheek, even further did he press his lips to hers to deepen the kiss. His whole being was centered on this feeling she was giving him, a feeling so passionate which overpowered his senses, making him abandon all reason. It was just him and her, and nothing else mattered or even existed in their circle of love.
"There seems to be a stifling warmth radiating from this particular place."
Hearing the sound of Gimli's voice, Haldir and Isilme pulled away from each other with a start. Forgetting what position they were in, the suddenness of their movements caused them to tip over and if not for Haldir's quick reflexes, would have fallen flat on the ground.
"I think we may have startled the two love birds, don't you think my lad?"
Wincing at the awkward predicament he and Isilme were in, he glanced behind his shoulder to see that not only had the Dwarf caught them, Legolas, too, was standing next to his shorter friend.
Ignoring the Dwarf's chuckles and not daring to meet their eyes yet, Haldir helped Isilme off his lap so that they could both get up from the ground. When they were finally standing, Haldir brought his arms around Isilme's waist in a protective manner. He was pleased that instead of pulling away, she responded by leaning against him, her hand lightly resting on his arm.
Looking into her face, he noted that she was probably mirroring exactly how he looked at the moment; flushed skin, rapid breathing, and ears slightly red in embarrassment. And the odds were that Isilme's heart was probably beating as erratically as his own. Fortunately, his loved one did not appear upset or irritated in the least. Otherwise, he would make sure Gimli and Legolas would not get away without suffering some sort of pain for the interruption.
Finally facing the Dwarf and the Elf, Haldir saw that Gimli was not the only one looking pleased with himself. Legolas had the barest hint of a smile on his face, his eyebrows raised delicately with an expression of amusement.
Before Haldir could speak, Gimli spoke again to the Mirkwood prince. "I say again, Legolas. I do believe we have startled these two lovebirds. Yet how can it be, for they are Elves? And we all know how Elven hearing is far superior to those of any other creature, is that not right?"
Knowing that Gimli still appeared to hold a bit of a grudge for when Haldir had insulted the Dwarf in Lothlorien, the Elf tried to speak but was interrupted Legolas. "Indeed, Master Dwarf," Legolas nodded with much seriousness. "What you say is true. Yet I do believe that the two of them were slightly, hmmm... shall we say, distracted?"
"Distracted? I should say so!" Gimli said with a snort.
"Jealous, Gimli?" Legolas asked with a smile.
As Gimli started blustering at the words spoken by his Elf friend, Haldir shook his head in confusion. He couldn't believe his ears, here the Dwarf and the Elf were conversing pleasantly as if Haldir and Isilme were not even there!
Clearing his throat, Haldir spoke. "It now appears that Isilme and I are the ones who are disturbing you. So if you'll excuse us, we shall leave you two to... whatever you wish to discuss."
Unfortunately, Gimli was not one to let others off the hook so easily. "Wait just one moment Marchwarden. Are you insinuating that we were disturbing you two?" he said with mock surprise.
In exasperation, Haldir couldn't help but believe with all his heart that there was indeed a good reason why Elves and Dwarves did not get along. Dwarves were just too frustrating. They appeared to have no manners at all. Yes, Elves and Dwarves were not meant to get along.
Which led to the question of Legolas.
Looking at the Mirkwood Elf who was watching him with dry humor, Haldir sighed in annoyance. "I am surprised at you, Prince Greenleaf. I never would have suspected you to sneak up on others. I believe the Dwarf's bad manners are rubbing off on you."
Gimli, now blustering about how Dwarf's were just as and even more polite than any Elf, quieted as Legolas moved to stand before Haldir and Isilme. The Lothlorien Elves watched as Legolas bowed towards Isilme.
Very seriously and with much humility, Legolas spoke. "Lady Isilme, I do give my sincerest apologies for any discomfort my friend and I may have caused for you." Saying thus, Legolas calmly stretched out his hand, palm upward.
Isilme, looking surprised yet pleased at the gesture, smiled and extended her own hand to rest on the other's hand. "Your apology accepted. A most graceful apology I must say, one worthy from a prince."
"My apologies too, fair lass," Gimli said also from where he stood.
Isilme did not speak, but her face spoke volumes as she smiled towards the Dwarf.
Legolas, still holding Isilme's hand in his own, brought hers up to his lips to give a soft yet brief kiss. Then still bending down he lifted his head so his eyes could meet Isilme's. Haldir watched with some suspicion as Legolas quirked one eyebrow, one corner of his mouth curving upward in an Elf equivalent of a smirk. "We really could not help it you see. It was too good an opportunity to miss catching the great Marchwarden of Lorien unawares. To see him looking so embarrassed and flustered was worth it, though I once again apologize to you for any... inconvenience."
Giving Isilme another kiss on the hand, accompanied soon afterward by a wink, Legolas stood up straight. As soon as he did, he nimbly and gracefully took a step backwards, an innocent motion to the casual eye. But Haldir knew the movement had been very deliberate, putting the Mirkwood Elf just out of reach from the Lorien Elf. A smart move, considering his bold remarks.
Haldir gave serious thought whether to actually confront the audacious Elf but quickly disregarded the thought. It wasn't too big of a deal and Haldir was never one quick to anger. Yet, Legolas didn't really know that, did he?
Deciding it was now his turn to have a bit of fun, Haldir gave a small smile and took one step closer to Legolas. Catching the movement, the Mirkwood Elf's expression faltered a little bit, probably trying to decide if Haldir was playing with him. Or whether he was very serious. Not taking any chances, the prince stood so that the weight of his body was balanced perfectly between his two legs which were subtly bent at the knees, the perfect position to duck out of the way.
Wondering just how far he could take things, Haldir was just about to move another step when Isilme stopped him by placing her hand on his chest. Glancing down to her face, he saw that she was trying very hard to suppress her laughter. Realizing that she knew exactly what he was doing, Haldir smiled and kissed her forehead.
Legolas understood now what had been going on and visibly relaxed. As a signal of respect, the prince nodded his head in Haldir's direction which Haldir returned with a nod of his own.
Gimli clearly had no idea what was going on and strolled over to where the three Elves were standing. He sighed deeply while shaking his head. "I strongly believe that even among yourselves it's hard to understand each other. Elves and their peculiar ways."
"You mean Dwarves and their incomprehensible mannerisms," Legolas said airily.
Haldir rolled his eyes and he recognized the signs of another conversation between Gimli and Legolas about the downfalls of each other's race. He knew of course that it was all in good spirit, but he knew naught how they could keep it up.
"If you don't mind, Isilme and I are going to try to find another place where we hope to find some solitude."
"Hmph. Not likely," Gimli snorted.
"Besides," Legolas added, "there really was a reason why we came to find you. Gandalf and Aragorn were hoping to speak with you about the road we will travel tomorrow."
Sighing, Haldir understood that it was indeed important he spoke with the wizard and the Ranger for it had not yet been decided when they should part ways.
So the four of them worked their way back to the campsite, Gimli and Legolas walking ahead while Haldir and Isilme lagged behind. Making sure that the two up ahead were deeply engrossed in their conversation, Haldir leaned down to place a kiss on Isilme's neck then another on her cheek. Isilme, still held in the protective circle of his arms, asked, "What was that for?"
"I'm sorry."
"For what, my love?"
"Sorry that we didn't have more time together."
Isilme smiled up at him. "We have eternity before us, I believe we can handle one interruption."
"An eternity before us." It was indeed a beautiful thought, the thought of having his sweet Isilme with him for always. To have her always at his side, to share their lives as husband and wife, to be able to hold her in his arms, to kiss her lips which were so sweet... Quite an enticing thought indeed. "An eternity before us," Haldir repeated. "I like the sound of that."
Isilme laughed softly at that comment, then stopped him just long enough to kiss him on the cheek. It took all of his discipline and self control not to kiss her for he knew that once he did, he would never get back the willpower to return to the campsite. Staying out here alone with Isilme was such a tempting idea.
Yet, duty called, so with some disappointed they continued walking. But Haldir compromised by placing his lips upon Isilme's head or cheek at every opportunity. Legolas and Gimli turned round just in time to catch one of those instances.
"There they go again," Gimli commented.
"Do not they ever tire of it?" Legolas said with interest.
"Just wait Prince Legolas until you find an Elf maiden of your own," Isilme called out with good humor. Legolas pretended not to hear.
Haldir leaned down to whisper in the Elf lady's ear. "If you wish me to, I can make sure the rest of our journey together may be very uncomfortable for them."
Isilme smiled but shook her head. "Do not even think about it. My honor nor your honor is not at stake. Let them live."
"If you say so." Haldir once again focused his eyes forward and saw that Legolas was watching them with a smirk. Realizing that the Elf had probably heard every word, Haldir said something he probably would never have thought to ever say. "Elves and their perfect hearing."
Legolas only smiled.
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Eomer turned away from Gandalf and Aragorn with more than a little annoyance. How can Gandalf even suggest that he rest? His uncle, King Theoden, was not young anymore and may need the rest, but not Eomer.
Instead of going towards the inner camp grounds, he walked towards the outer edge, hoping to find an unoccupied place where he could sort his thoughts out.
On the way he sighted Legolas and Gimli coming towards him, not far behind another Elf. It was the Lothlorien Elf, Haldir. The Elf noticed him and leaving his other two companions came towards Eomer.
Guessing his intentions, Eomer gestured to direction in which he had just come from. "Mithrandir and Aragorn await your presence."
"Thank you," Haldir said and with a bow, walked to where Eomer had pointed towards.
As Eomer continued on his quest for a solitary spot, he saw that Legolas and Gimli had disappeared into one of the tents set up to rest in. It was just as well, he was not much in the mood for company.
He finally found a quiet little area where a fire had been set up. Going closer though, he noticed that he had been mistaken to think he was alone for there sat Isilme starting to put a kettle over the fire. Eomer debated whether to walk away or to at least present himself until Isilme spoke.
"Eomer, would you care to have some tea? I was just about to heat some water."
It was foolish of him to forget that she was an Elf, she had probably noticed his presence immediately. Eomer strode forward to sit beside the Elf maiden, forgetting that he had wished to be alone.
"If you wouldn't mind."
"Not at all."
Eomer watched in awe as her every move was done with grace. In only one other woman had he seen such poetry of movement and that was in his sister. But unlike Isilme, Eowyn had the elegance of strength, the elegance of a warrior. Isilme's movements were more of that of a dancer, beauty to the eyes.
"I hope you don't think me bold when I say I have never met anyone as beautiful as you, and probably would never meet anyone so beautiful as yourself," Eomer said to Isilme, her answer which was gentle laughter.
"I thank you for the compliment, but you are a little hasty in judgment, don't you think?"
Eomer shook his head. "Haldir is very fortunate to have you."
Again there was that gentle laughter. "And I think any woman who may have the honor of marrying you is most fortunate also."
"But alas, fair Elf maiden," Eomer said with a smile, though he was very serious, "your beauty has spoiled all women for me."
"Ah, but there is love. And when there is love, that woman will become fairer and more beautiful than anyone in your eyes. I'm afraid compared to the light you will see in her face, I will become very dim and insignificant."
Seeing that Eomer was skeptical, she leaned forward to place her hand on his cheek in a motherly fashion, a gesture Eomer recalled clearly of his mother doing the same. The one clear memory he had of her.
"Trust me," Isilme said softly. "When you find your one true love, you will never be satisfied with the other beauties of Middle Earth."
She went back to tending the kettle and Eomer pondered on the words she had spoken. He did not understand, yet decided when the time came, as Isilme said it would, he would know.
There was a comfortable silence as Isilme crushed some tea leaves into the kettle then carefully poured the water into cups. It was not until she handed the drink to Eomer did she speak. "I hope you do not find me bold when I ask what will happen tomorrow."
Eomer sighed heavily, not knowing how to truly answer for he himself did not know the answer. He decided to tell her what he did know.
"You know that the Wizard's Vale lies ahead of us," Eomer said. Isilme nodded. "Look towards it. What do you see with your Elf eyes?"
Isilme looked in the direction of Isengard. "Not much can be seen in this light. Yet there is a vast spire of smoke. Vapor, too."
"There is ever a fume above that valley in these days," Eomer spoke, his voice grave. "But I have never seen aught like this before. These are steams rather than smokes. Saruman is brewing some devilry to greet us."
He bowed his head down to stare into his forgotten drink, his thoughts as dark as the steaming liquid. "Maybe he is boiling all the waters of Isen, and that is why the river runs dry."
As expected, Isilme was quiet for a few moments. "And what do the others say, what does Mithrandir say?"
"He does not know, or he will not say," Eomer said, frustration once again threatening to take hold. But he couldn't allow it, not with Isilme next to him. So instead he continued speaking, not wanting to sink into any more dark thoughts. Isilme's presence was also soothing in a subtle way and he allowed himself to confide in her.
"When we traveled through the strange trees at Helm's Deep, I was not too afraid for Gandalf seemed pleased to see that they were there. And though I wonder why he keeps so much from us, I do trust him.
"But when we were at the Fords, I saw with my own eyes and heard with my own ears. The beds of the Isen were almost dry, a bare waste of shingles and grey sand. The Fords, ever a place full of the rush and chatter of water upon stones, was silent. Even here, I cannot hear the sounds of the water rushing down the Isen.
"I was thinking how the place had become so dreary. It was as if a sickness had befallen the river. Many fair things Saruman has destroyed, has he devoured the springs of Isen, too?"
Eomer glanced over at Isilme who was watching him carefully, eyes full of compassion for him. "I must admit I fear what awaits us tomorrow at Isengard," he whispered.
Isilme moved over to sit close and wrapped her arm around his shoulders. "Do not worry Eomer. Tomorrow we shall learn what has happened."
The young man was just about to speak in response when he felt Isilme stiffen slightly. She straightened her back and she cast her gaze here and there as if she was listening or looking for something. Eomer, too, tried to find the reason for her action. It was then he heard it.
Out of the night he heard a call like the low whistle of a bird, then another, and another. "It is the signal of the Lothlorien Elves," Isilme whispered. "Something has happened." She looked up and gasped softly. "Something is happening."
The moon seemed to have disappeared and someone gave out a cry. Eomer heard the whole campsite come alive with activity as everyone woke up. He looked up into the heavens and saw that the stars were shining above, but over the ground there crept a darkness blacker than the night. On both sides of the river it rolled towards them, going northward.
Eomer jumped up at the same time as Isilme and was about to run towards the center of the camp when he heard Gandalf's voice echo throughout the darkness. "Stay where you are! Draw no weapons! Wait, and it will pass you by!"
He would never disobey the wizard, yet it was always better to be safe than sorry. Eomer held on to Isilme's arm with his left hand, and with his right hand grasped the handle of his sword, yet did not draw it out.
A mist gathered about them. Above them a few stars still glimmered faintly, but on either side there arose walls of impenetrable gloom. They were in a narrow lane between moving towers of shadow.
Out of the murky mist a figure came towards them and Eomer clenched his teeth, not knowing whether to draw his sword or not. He immediately relaxed when he saw that it was Haldir. Eomer was not the only one having a hard time following orders. Yet Haldir had a good reason.
Eomer let go of Isilme and watched as the two Elves embraced, Haldir holding her close as he kept his eyes roaming.
Voices could be heard all around, whisperings and groanings and an endless rustling sigh. The earth shook under them.
He did not know how long he stood there, afraid to move, barely able to breathe. Long it seemed before at last the darkness and rumor passed, vanishing between the mountain's arms.
All seemed deathly quiet until Haldir was the first to speak. "I believe it has passed."
"Whatever was it?" Eomer queried, his voice still down to a whisper, lest whatever evil it was did not hear him.
Haldir only shook his head and led Isilme towards the fire, making her sit down then joining her. Eomer was just about to also sit with them when the sound furthest from his mind came to his ears.
Not heeding anything he heard Haldir say, Eomer ran to where the sound took him. Heart pounding and ears straining to catch every sound, he finally stopped where the Isen was to be a barren waste. But no longer was it dry.
The voice of the river had suddenly awoke and Eomer saw a rush of water hurrying down among the stones. So astonished was he that he almost didn't move back in time from being swept with the current. With surprise and some fear he looked on until that first current had passed. And when it did, the Isen flowed and bubbled in its bed again, as it had ever done.
He felt a hand on his arm, but he didn't have to turn to know it was Isilme for she spoke before he had even reacted to her presence. "Maybe everything will turn out all right."
Eomer didn't know whether to frown or to smile. "Hope wells within me, just as the springs of the Isen has sprung up again. Yet, what strange deed is this? A miracle? Witchcraft?"
He shook his head. "Only more questions. Questions which can only be answered in the new morrow."
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Author's Note: Any good? I am TERRIBLE at writing romance, having never written it before. (in case anybody's wondering, I've never dated, never been in love or anything of the sort). So I hope the Haldir/Isilme part was ok. I was really nervous writing it. Oh, and also, beyond their kissing, they would NOT have gotten ANY further. I do not write *that* kind of fiction and never will. I just wanted everyone to know that. Haldir and Isilme's love is a pure and honorable one, I'll not be one to smear it. ^_^
Also, I hope nobody thinks that Gimli, Legolas, and Haldir appear out of character for in the first part there is much teasing between them. But in my mind's eye, from both the book-Legolas and Orlando Bloom's version of Legolas, I've thought of Legolas as having a very smooth and dry humor. Can't you just imagine that little raising of the eyebrows, the little smirk on his lips? I can! Plus, Haldir may have appeared kind of 'stiff' in the movies, yet I think being around Isilme has caused him to act 'young', if Elves do indeed act 'young'. So I hope everyone's ok with my writing of this chapter, if you have any complaints or suggestions please tell me!
The latter part of the chapter is more book verse, many Tolkien literate readers might recognize many passages I have used from "The Two Towers". I decided to expand upon it a bit more, looking through the eyes of Eomer.
Special Notes To:
*Sean/Boromir Fan* ~ Dear friend and buddy, thanks again for reviewing! My most faithful reviewer (well, I'd beat you up at school if you don't review, hee hee! Just kidding! Maybe... LOL) Vewy Sowy, no Boromir in this chapter, but I promise he IS coming out in the next, next chappie! And maybe if I'm generous he'll be out next chapter though I'm not sure. Sorry, and no Pippin yet. That's for the next chapter! Glad you like Bawuer, I really like him a lot, too! Nooo... I don't think he has a crazy criminal for a sister... cool idea though! JK ^_^ I really hope you like this chapter, I know the first part is pretty mushy. *blech* But Haldir and Isilme are so cute together, I decided to give them some 'time off' though they were kinda interrupted. :P
*Spry Sprite* ~ Thanks for being so understanding about my whole situation. Things have calmed down a lot so it's sort of getting back to normal, as normal as it can in these kinds of situations. Anyway, I hope you got my review for your "Insanity Abounds"! I had FIVE chapters to catch up with, it was nice reading it all at once! Love your Harper/Boromir moments (of course!) Will have to read "Quarrelings" soon. Glad you liked my last chapter, how's this one? I incorporated a bit more humor than usual, I decided not to drag out too much of the 'dreariness' since it's going to get a 'bit' darker.
*iron-eyes24* ~ Thanks for both of the LOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNGGGGGG reviews! Hee hee! Much appreciated! I don't mind you writing at all! Just sorry that I can't reply by e-mail, but I DO promise to always reply in my updated chapters. Don't worry, though I'll kinda 'torture' Boromir throughout the story, I won't let anything *really* bad happen. At least, I don't *think* I will... *wink!* You think Faramir and Eowyn should get together? Good idea, but then what about Boromir? *Hears yells of "Me, me, me!" all over* Uh oh, Boromir fangirls all want for me to write about him falling in love with them! Ahhhh! :P Nope, am not going to tell you about the 'cool idea' I have! Hee hee! I'm keeping you in suspense, aren't I? *giggles*. Giggles? I don't giggle! I think you're starting to rub off on me. *looks at iron- eyes24* warily.... Anyway, excited for Boromir to see his dad again? Me, too! I hope it turns out all right. If not, I'm gonna have many readers angry at me. :P Hope you like the romance in this chapter, though it's not between Boromir and 'his girl' (not mentioning any names). Aren't Gimli and Legolas so mean to them? Hee hee!
*Michaela90* ~ Thanks for reviewing! Yeah, Ebon and Maiorama are so sweet, I wish I owned them, though I DO own their characters in the story. *sigh*, it's just not the same. Cool, you got a brother? I have one older sister and we have a really great relationship (though I've always wished for an older brother). Well, I didn't have the "wonderful 'three'" in this chapter, but I did have Gimli and Legolas! Did you like them here? I know it seems a bit out of character (read my author's note) but I did have fun writing it. Puts a bit of relaxation into the story before it picks up again by the end of the chapter. Yeah, Boromir's kind exaggerating a bit in his mind how everyone would react if he were alive. But that only offers more opportunities for him to make some pretty cool, dramatic entrances, don't you think? Ah, another person who believes Eowyn should end up with Faramir! Maybe I'd better take everyone's advice or else pretty much everybody'll be mad at me. But of course, as an author I can't divulge any plot 'secrets'. Hee hee! You're a sap for romance? How was this chapter? I'm REALLY scared that it didn't come out right, I'm TERRIBLE at writing romance! So I really need some opinions of whether it was any good. I'm so flattered that you would choose my fic to convince your friend to like Boromir! *blushes* I'm even more flattered to learn that she now doesn't hate him! Hurray!
*KendraC* ~ Thanks for reviewing yet once again! Your reviews are so thought provoking and very deep I love reading them! I always find cool insight and it helps for putting little extra 'pieces' into my story. Many thanks. I'll definitely have to check out some of the fan fictions you recommended to me. *writes the titles for later reference* To answer your question, no, Boromir doesn't really know whether Merry and Pippin are safe. In the next few chapters I will explore more in depth into their relationship. Especially when... gasp! I almost gave away a plotline! ^_^ Well, you'll see... Yes, I agree, WHOEVER Boromir and Faramir choose to marry, their wives would have to get along, wouldn't they? Well, in actuality all four would have to get along with each other. It just wouldn't be right if they didn't. It's the kind of thing I always tell my sister, "You'd better marry someone I can get along with!" hee hee! Yes, without revealing anything I can honestly say that I have it already worked out when exactly Boromir will get home. You're right though, there are so many numerous times when he can get home, each one such a dramatic 'entrance', if you know what I mean. Faramir as the dark figure on the Pyre? Cool idea! Of course, I'm not saying it is, but I'm not refuting it either. Oh yes, I will write about Faramir's moments with Frodo and Sam. It comes along a little later. This chapter takes place in the wee morning hours of March 5th, 3019. Frodo and Sam don't bump into Faramir till the 7th. So it'll be a few more chapters away. I agree, there should definitely have been more development of Faramir's character in the movies. Of course, for them (moviemakers) he's just one character too much (too bad!). But he's a fantastic character to delve into. And again, it's my greatest pleasure in replying to your reviews!
*Moonbeam* ~ Thanks for reviewing! Glad you loved the chapter! Hope you like this one, too!
*The Dark Wanderer* ~ Glad you liked the previous chapter! It was lots of fun to write (obviously because it's all Boromir!). So, is this chapter any good? I know it's a bit different from others.
*Lost to Obscurity* ~ Welcome to my 'family of reviewers', thanks for reviewing! I'm honored you feel my Boromir is in character. You like my angst? Hmm... I never really thought of putting this story under the category of 'Angst', but after thinking about it... I guess it *does* have some angst! Hope you like this chapter, though Eomer's the one who is having the 'angst' now.
*iwantboromir* ~ Thank you so much for the condolences. It is finally starting to calm down (well, as calm as it can get under the circumstances), hence my being able to write this chapter. Oooh, the LOTR Monopoly sounds cool. Hey, I like useless trivia! Cool trivia about Kiefer Sutherland. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter!
*1:18 in the morning...time to hit pillow* ~ Hee hee, glad you liked the 'horse part'. Is this chapter too mushy for you? :P
*aragorns-gurl33* ~ Glad you liked the previous chapter. There will be more Boromir and Bawuer at least in the next few chapters, I promise! Keep up your story! Naamarie, and thanks for reviewing once again!
*Arinya* ~ YES, I've updated AGAIN! I hope you like it a lot, I put it up as quickly as possible (though because fanfiction.net was messed up, I had to delay it a few hours :P) Yay, am glad you think Bawuer is cool, I think so too! ^_^
*Lady Luthien* ~ Welcome to my 'family of reviewers', thanks so much for taking the time to review my story! Wow, I'm blushing from all your compliments! *blushes* You're one of the few people to comment on my formatting, grammar, and spelling, I'm pleased you think I'm doing a pretty good job. Glad you're liking Boromir a lot more, who know, maybe you'll become a Boromir fangirl like all the rest of us (or a Sean Bean fangirl, whichever comes first. Hee hee!) Well, I don't want to ruin the ending but one thing I can say, it will be a VERY satisfying ending! ^_^ btw, I LOVE your name, that is such a cool name! 'Lady Luthien' sounds so elegant!
*The Elf Hunter* ~ Thanks for reviewing, welcome to my 'family of reviewers'! I'm pleased you're liking my story, and even more pleased that you're pleased that Bawuer's going with Boromir to Gondor. (hmmm... did that sound confusing? Please to be please to please... whatever...) Anyway, I hope you like this new update!
*Aelimir* ~ Hello, it was really nice getting your review! Thanks so much for the condolences, you reviewers have been so kind of understanding about my whole situation, it's really IS like a 'family'! *hugs* Yes, in Japan we do have Valentine's Day except that (and you're gonna think this TOTALLY weird), the GIRLS give their guys chocolates on that day! But there's more to it, there's another day, White Day which is a few days afterwards, where then finally the GUYS give their girls white chocolates. Don't you think that's totally strange? I think so... Well, I don't really need to be bothered about it since I don't have a boyfriend or anything. :P Yes, Boromir's dream is verrrrry interesting, more will be revealed in future chapters. So, how was this chapter? Thanks again for the horse stuff, that's some really cool trivia you gave me! I hadn't ever really thought about how fast horses can go at different gaits so that's a big help. Whoah, it really IS unbelievable when you thin hard on it about how fast Shadowfax (or as you said Maiorama, too) could run so fast!