Chapter 2 Results of Choices
Disclaimer: Fortunately for the sanity of all who are even distantly in any relationship with Tolkien, the Lord of the Rings, Elves, Hobbits, dwarves, wizards, or otherwise, I still do not own the Lord of the Rings. That is, however, quite unfortunate for me, since I would be set for life. However, since Boromir is apparently not sane anyway, it is debatable whether or not I own his soul. Laughs viciously enjoy chapter 2.
"Faramir! Faramir! Breathe! It's me Berelond! Faramir! What has gotten into you!?" Berelond shrieked in quite a girlish fashion. Faramir looked quite confused for a second and then backed away a few steps and collapsed on the ground. Berelond rose and went to his captain's side.
"I'm sorry, Berelond, I don't know what got into me," Faramir apologized, his voice sounding distant and confused.
"Is there any way I can help, Captain," Berelond asked. He could tell something was troubling the steward's younger son, for he had known Faramir many years.
"Convince my father that I'm not a weakling. For years I have seen him favor Boromir and loathe me. My brother always stuck up for me, but my father has never given me the chance to show my character, to prove that I'm not just an overgrown infant," Faramir griped to his friend.
"I will, I promise."
"Good," Faramir said, rising. "Let's get back to Minas Tirith." He jumped on his horse and seemed to be wrestling it, his arm around its neck and his hand in its mane. Thus the two friends headed back home
A few minutes after the Fellowship had been assembled, Elrond turned to Erestor.
"The sooner they leave, the less danger we are all in." Aragorn and Arwen didn't seem to care about anything at all. They were sitting in a large tree discussing what they would name their first child. It was lucky for them that Elrond couldn't hear their conversation over his throbbing head or it was quite likely he would start throwing a kissy fit saying that his daughter would never marry a human. Who knows what Aragorn might have done if that happened, but it wouldn't have been pretty. He might have gone as far as to elope and take Arwen on the quest with him.
"If you don't come down soon I'm going to cut your tree down!" Gimli shouted up to the couple. Elrond's eyes widened, fearful of any more chaos.
"No!" he screeched, tackling Gimli. Aragorn laughed hysterically from above Elrond's head.
"Master Elf!" yelled Boromir in alarm. "Are you all right?" he began brushing Elrond off. Elrond gave the human an evil glare and growled and Gandalf who was grinning goofily at the elf.
"Good show, Elrond, but it is not quite football," the wizard joked. The lord of Imladris lost his temper and, tossing Boromir to the side, threw Gimli's helmet at Gandalf's head, knocking the wizard's hat to the ground. Pippin retrieved it and placed it on his own head.
"Thank you, Gandalf." The wizard chuckled and replaced his hat on his head, bestowing Pippin with Gimli's helmet, which was more his size. Pippin spent the next few minutes running into trees and bragging about how it didn't hurt. When Pippin ran into the tree Aragorn and Arwen were in, Elrond noticed them.
"Get down from there," he ordered his foster son. "You people had better get going." Aragorn shrugged roguishly and gave Arwen an eternal kiss. Elrond cleared his throat, quickly losing patience with the human race. The Ranger started at the noise and stumbled out of the tree, falling on Elrond. Boromir was busy speaking to Legolas in elvish, so Arwen had to come down, taking her own prissy little time, and brush her father off. Fortunately, she didn't fall on anyone, Aragorn caught her, much to Elrond's frustration since the Ranger was standing on his back. By this time Elrond was at a loss, exhausted, and completely devoid of any ideas that would get the Fellowship out of Rivendell.
"Allow me, ada," Arwen whispered. "Everyone pay attention!" All eyes turned to Elrond's daughter.
"Tinuviel! Luthien Tinuviel!" Boromir squealed. Arwen rolled her eyes. That salutation was getting old. Was that the mankind's only pickup line?
"If the Fellowship leaves on their way to Mordor withing the next fifteen minutes, I will personally beat up my father when they return. Starting Now!" Everyone plunged running to gather up everything that was necessary for the journey. Bilbo grabbed his mithril coat and Sting, and handed them to Frodo, while Boromir occupied himself reading the runes on the sword. Bilbo was cruel in his drunken state and didn't tell the human what they said, so Boromir hadn't yet figured it out by the time the Fellowship finally did leave. Gandalf spent the time hitting himself in the head with his staff in a successful attempt to become sober. Pippin and Merry, on the other hand, made sure to pack plenty of beer onto Bill's back, not neglecting to drink some in the process. Aragorn and Arwen returned to the tree while Gimli practiced cursing out elves. It was so chaotic none of the elves noticed, except Legolas who was practicing tolerance and tuning out, neither of which went well. Sam, was therefore, with a bit of aid from Legolas before he lost his patience and strangled Gimli, left with the job of collecting the food and cooking supplies. Once he finished that, the group ceremoniously stood at the path leading from Rivendell to the rest of their Quest. Elrond said a few words and off they went, led by a sober, but dizzy wizard. As they sauntered out, Pippin and Merry began singing.
"O Where are we going
our path all a wagging
Pippin's still not knowing
Our dwarf is a gagging
O where are we going
O Elrond did knowingly set us off
with a twitching wizard's staff
o ho-ho"
"and a bottle of Rum," added Pippin. "Seriously, where are we going?"
Yeah, so what did you think. What's going on with Faramir? Haha I know and you don't. Review and I'll post the next chapter so you can find out. "No seriously, review. Please:)"
