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One Elf
Chapter 9: What are you?
Boromir had heard all that the elves had said, well most of it, some was patchy but he now had an insight into Legolas and Nenmîr's life.
He'd known half of what Legolas said and it had been interesting to find out the rest, it explained a few things, some of his habits and traits.
But Nenmîr's was a new story. No wonder she didn't like men, who would have been so foolish, so out their minds, so cruel to even try that? Her father didn't sound like the nicest elf either. Yes, well he thought to himself everyone has a little hitch in their past, no matter how big or small. After he'd accidentally eavesdropped (he didn't feel bad in the slightest) he'd decided to make even more of an effort to understand her and bond with her, it didn't help that she hadn't set out from Rivendell. From what of her company he'd experienced she seemed like the sort of person he'd get along with, the only problem was she was reluctant to socialize with him in particular. He had to admit- that did irritate him a little. But all in all Boromir was a good man; everyone always told him so, give everyone a chance he always said.
Boromir looked up eastwards, there was a very slight hint of the suns glow, time for the elf- maid to rise and get on watch. He heaved himself to his feet and stretched out his stiff body and walked over to the sleeping elf. He peered over her; people always look so peaceful when they sleep he thought as he studied her face for a moment. Her eyes were glazed over in the elven sleep (it fascinated Boromir) she was relaxed and breathing silently and slowly.
He whispered her name softly, once, twice, why wasn't she waking up? He gently laid his hand on her shoulder, not wanting to alarm her. She jerked awake.
Nenmîr woke suddenly Boromir was stood over her, immediately she panicked, what did he want? What was he going to do? She backed up as much as her bedroll would let her and felt her back hit a tree-darn that tree. He must have seen the fear in her eyes as he softly told her it was her watch and smiled warmly. She felt herself relax slightly. It was fine, everything was under control. Boromir was a decent man, who hopefully wouldn't even think of doing anything to her-ever. She watched him walk over and set up his bedroll, as she put her tunic back on over her undershirt, maybe men could be trusted-if they were all as caring as Boromir.
She settled herself by the campfire; she felt its warmth, creeping on her skin like a spider. She shivered. She felt naturally repelled by fire, and didn't feel the need to go near it. Fire and water were enemies, one doused the other. Nenmîr shifted uncomfortably next to the crackling mass of sticks, another thing about fire- it ate anything and everything. She shot a glance at it, behaving stupidly as though it were a person sat there scrutinizing her, she shifted away from it. "Saew (poison)" she murmured to herself.
She waited a few minutes more by the campfire, everyone was asleep, and she peered around her. The moonlight danced off the sleeping river and the woods were shadowed yet welcoming in a way that only an elf would find, she could hear and feel the stillness of the river, the evil was gone now from the water beside her.
Finally deciding all was safe she stole her way quietly into the forest.
Once in there she breathed in deeply before setting off at a run. Suddenly through a small burst of light she transformed into a finely built dapple grey horse. She galloped on, her grey mane and tail flowing behind her. She felt the wind whip her face as her hooves thundered on the dry bare ground.
The feeling of going so fast and having so much freedom was not strange to Nenmîr, but she loved it. She tossed her head and arched her neck, stepping out further with every stride. Her muscles rippled under her silvery dappled grey coat. The one, two, three beat of her hooves on the earth thudded into her head like a set of drums. Deciding not to go any further away from the company the slowed to a trot then a walk then pivoted round. A little further along Nenmîr walked into the shallows and felt the water curl around her hooves and fetlocks and it grabbed at her small feathers as she lowered her head. Her long raggy mane flopped forwards and her wild forelock tumbled into her eyes, her grey ears pricked forwards out of the sea of mane and forelock swinging in every direction, staying alert to make sure there was no danger to the fellowship. She lowered her white and pink muzzle to the clear water and drank.
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