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Chapter Thirty eight
Here, There and Everywhere
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Boromir's POV
"Ah!" I cried out. I lurched up right and just in time choked off my exclamation. It was the middle of the night. Cold sweat trickled down my back and I was breathing hard, like I had just come from the heat of battle.
I looked over at Emily, she was sleeping on her stomach her mouth slightly open as she breathed. Her hair was curling all around her face and falling across her eyes. I carefully reached over and brushed it away. She swiped weakly at my hand and rolled over.
I had dreamt about her. Such a strange dream…
I slipped out of the bed grateful for the cold floor. This was reality. I pulled myself some water and sat watching my wife sleeping. As if I was once again asleep my dream played before my eyes.
A waking dream.
Faramir. I had to tell Faramir, he would know what it meant. I certainly trust my own interpretation.
I quickly dressed and walked out into the hall, but just as I reached my brother's room I stopped. Could I ask to do this? After all hadn't I bustled about the first dream of Frodo and Aragorn? I had insisted on my way with Rivendell.
I raised my hand to knock but the door flew open before I could lay knuckle to wood.
"Boromir!" my brother's eyes were wide with shock and surprise.
'Faramir." I answered, "Have you..?"
"I did.'
"What do you think?"
"I…don't know."
"What will you do?"
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Barbie's POV
I had been sent to the garden. No sooner had I recovered, and gotten used to the routine of the household of Elrond, then everyone decided to start packing for Gondor.
In the midst of all the hurry and scurry, Erestor was an impressive figure. As steward of the household, he had a lot of responsibilities. And as a classic type A, heart-attack before I'm thirty elf, everything had to be perfect. The way God is perfect.
And he kindly, but firmly insisted that I stay out of the way. The garden was his favorite place to send me: I think he suspected me of having designs upon the library. He didn't care at all about the garden. In fact I had no evidence that he had ever been outside in his life, and therefore, it was always the garden.
Not that I minded these "exiles". I love nature, and grass and singing birds. And I especially appreciated all the little hidey-holes, where I could read one of the books I had filched from the library.
Currently, I was deeply involved in The History Of The Noldor: Their Kings And Realms.
An interesting fact you may note, is that in Noldor history, the only woman who seem to be named are Aredhel, Nerdanel, and Galadriel. And they all end in el. Other then that, you got sentences like,
"Fingolfin's wife, who didst bear him three noble children"
And
"Gil-Galad, son of the valiant prince Findekáno.
I mean, Fingon couldn't have had Gil-Galad himself!
All that aside, the volume was fascinating- though I had to wonder about a few pinkish stains on the margins. Jelly, perhaps?
I was in the middle of poem…
The sun rose upon that most noble day
In which Fingolfin and his hosts did
Set foot upon Middle-earth
Escaped from the cruel Helcaraxë
Through much strength and valor…
When I became aware that someone was breathing on the back of my neck.
"You know." I said aloud "If someone is sneaking up behind me, I am armed with a very heavy book, and I am not afraid to use it."
"Barbara, Barbara." Lindir- because of course it was him-said reproachfully "I'm dreadfully hurt."
He sat down beside me
"Why?" I asked, and couldn't help smiling at his woeful expression.
"Well, one doesn't normally threaten dear friends with a heavy book." He made a face, and took the book away "Especially that monster."
"Hey!" I tried to grab it back "I'm reading that."
"Talk to me." Lindir countered
"No, I'm busy."
"Please."
I tried for the book again, but Lindir sat on it, and then took both of my hands in his. I'm not a wimp, but I could not pull my hands out of his, no matter how I tried.
"Let me go." I said in exasperation.
"Why?"
Lindir's eyes were twinkling. I was very close to laughing, but I couldn't.
"Because…" I flailed around for a good reason "If you don't, I'll cry."
"No, you won't." he answered, finally allowing me to pull my hands away.
"And why wouldn't I?" I said, as I tried to gather my dignity.
Lindir smiled brilliantly
"Because you love me." he said persuasively.
"No I don't." I said, smiling "I hate you."
"I hate you too." he said.
"I hate you more." I countered sweetly
"No, you don't." Lindir answered " You know that I will always, always hate you the most"
Then, for no reason at all, I blushed.
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Faramir's POV
"Are you sure?" I asked him.
"One hundred percent almost sure."
"That doesn't make any sense Boromir."
"Well, what do you think?"
"It's a hard question to be sure…"
"Don't dodge."
"It's a delicate subject."
"I know that blast it!"
"Shh…you might wake her up."
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Barbie's POV
Glorfindel was pacing the hallway. Up and down, his long legs hardly had room for five strides before he would turn, and start marching in the other direction. Carlithirel, his wife, was currently occupied with the mundane business of having twins in the birthing chamber.
I was there, because I had nothing better to do. For some reason, I hadn't seen Lindir since lunch, when he had disappeared like he always does. The twins lurked about, probably engaged in a nefarious scheme involving vases…
"Why are babies always born at night?" I asked from my spot on the window seat.
"I'm sure I don't know." Erestor said tersely.
He followed Glorfindel down the hallway, trying to get him to stop.
"She'll be fine." he insisted.
"Fine?" Glorfindel's face grew tragic "She is suffering in there!"
"Too bad." Erestor answered callously "You aren't going to help her, if she thinks you're working yourself into some sort of hysteria."
"I. Am. Perfectly. Calm." Glorfindel gritted.
Erestor reached over, and gripped Glorfindel's wrist. The warrior's strong hand trembled like an aspen leaf.
"I might be…a little worried." Glorfindel conceded finally.
"It's the Vanyar blood." Erestor muttered "It's always the Vanyar. I don't know why."
"I beg your pardon." Glorfindel drew himself up to his full height, and things might have gotten messy if…
"Eep!" came from behind the door at the end of the hallway. Presumably-
"Carlithirel!" Glorfindel lunged towards the birthing chamber.
"Don't do something foolish!" Erestor, tried to stop his friend "Elladan, Elrohir, stop gaping and help me stop him!"
"Jolly good idea." Elladan said admiringly "I say we should help."
Glorfindel fought his way, inch by inch down the hallway. Even with the twins, hanging off both arms, the warrior simply dragged both them and Erestor with him.
"I must go to her!" he insisted.
"Wait!" I yelled "Think of your mother!"
There was a moments pause. There Glorfindel stood, Elladan and Elrohir practically pulling his arms out by the sockets, Erestor, probably about to tackle him, when we all heard it.
A high, thin screeching noise, like a sock monkey with laryngitis being strangled with banjo strings, coming from the birthing room. Another joined it, only this one sounded more like a printer that ran out of paper.
A remarkable expression came over Glorfindel's face. Like choruses of angels adorned in purest white singing by a river of flowing gold…
Actually, it was more like "Duh!"
"Back away…slowly." Erestor whispered.
He and the twins backed away, as Glorfindel walked, as if in a trance, down the hallway. His eyes were wide, but he didn't seem to see the door before he smacked into it. Finally, after fumbling around for a few minutes, he found the doorknob, and disappeared inside.
A long while later, he reappeared. He held two, tiny, tiny bundles in either arm.
"It's a boy." he said, and a tear ran down his nose "And a girl. I have one of each!"
"I want to see them!" I said hopefully. I didn't want to be left out!
"Us too." the twins chorused "We're twins!"
"No." Erestor said sternly "I, however, am their godfather, and I intend to see them."
"A boy. A girl." Glorfindel repeated, and Erestor gently, gently, took one of the newborns into his arms. The advisor's keen face softened, as he stroked the wisp of golden hair that stuck out from the blanket.
"Vanyar." he murmured fondly "Definitely Vanyar."
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Emily's POV
It is a fact that I sleep on my stomach. It is a fact that Boromir sleeps on his back.
It is also a fact that Boromir is a blanket hog, and that I tend to spend half the night tossing and turning around like a discontented baby.
But that morning I woke up after sleeping like a log. When I opened my eyes I found Boromir gazing at me with the most unreadable expression on his face I had ever seen. I should say that there is a difference between gazing and staring. The difference being one is romantic and sweet and the other is weird and unacceptable behavior.
"Good morning." I yawned.
"Hmmm." he answered.
"That was articulate." I smiled and snuggled closer.
"I had a strange dream last night." he said, "I couldn't sleep after that."
"Was it that bad?" I mumbled sleepily, "You should have woken me up dear. I would have kept you company."
"No," he smiled against my hair, "I had to think. Do you remember why I insisted on going to Rivendell?"
"Something about….a halfling and a sword." I murmured, "Because of something that happened to you and Faramir."
"It was a dream." he said, "This one was just like it. And since everything in that dream came true, I tend to wonder if this one will."
"What was it?" I admit, I wasn't very interested. It was awfully early. He whispered a few words in my ear, his lips moving slowly and distinctly the shocking…
"What on Earth! How could you? I mean, what? I have no idea!' I shrieked. I bolted up right cracking my head on Boromir's chin and seeing stars while he tried to keep from dripping blood on the sheets from his now busted bottom lip.
Ah, insanity!
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Elrond's POV
'Lindir, please take a seat." I said motioning to a chair. I watched the minstrel closely as he sat, his nervous hands resting on his knees. "What can I do for you?"
"I…I need to speak to you about going to Valinor, Lord Elrond" he said, his voice was harsh and dry. It was then that I noticed the high color in his usually pale face.
'What is wrong my friend?" I asked. I went to him and felt his pulse, it hammered through his veins alarmingly. He pulled his arm away and cradled his wrist in his other hand.
"Are you ill?" I asked next. It was not uncommon for elves dwelling in Arda, only in Valinor was illness unknown. "Lindir?"
He started up and began pacing frantically back and forth across the study floor. I haven't seen him in such a state since he came to us as a child. He had always been high strung but this was a deeper problem.
"I have decided to leave for Valinor." he said again, "I would like leave to depart with the next party."
"No." I said. I settled back in my chair watching his shocked expression.
"Why not?"
"Why do you want to leave?" I asked.
He looked away, "I'd rather not say."
"Then I can't allow you to leave." I answered.
He shifted his weight again and looked from me to the window. I waited, he would tell me, I just had to be patient. When he was a boy Lindir would bottle things up in a rage to hide his emotions. Sooner or later (usually later) he would come to me on the verge of crying to tell me he had pulled a cat's tail or called someone a name. He was always sensitive to other's feelings.
"It's about the girl." he finally said. He flung himself into a chair and sighed, "I like…I have feelings for her that are more then friendly."
I could barely keep a smile from coming to my face. I knew how to deal with this. Lindir was always falling in love with elleth or the other. It never came to anything but he seemed to suffer a great deal.
"Who is it this time? Lothirel? Élanor? Don't tell me that you're pining after Carlithirel, she's married now."
"I mean the child." he whispered.
I felt my throat constrict, "Barbara?" I managed, "You love…a human?"
He raised pleading eyes to mine, "I've tried not too. She's too childish. She doesn't even know, but I can't ..I feel." he stood and began pacing again.
I couldn't speak, I was paralyzed with shock and fear. I forced myself to breath again. In, out, in out.
"I don't know what to say." was all I could offer.
"But you see don't you?" Lindir leant over the desk, "You see why I must go to Valinor. If I stay I will be unable to…every time I see her."
He went to the window, girlish laughter floated into the room, Barbara's laughter. Lindir smiled sadly, "I found a poem she wrote, she doesn't know I read it. But it was about my violin playing. She is so free and easy, and yet so fragile and delicate."
"Yet, you know it cannot be." I said, "It should not be."
Lindir looked down at the sun casting playful shadows cross the floor, "I have seen Arwen's tears, her struggle, her joy, she loves Estel so much. I'm…I'm not so strong." he finished.
"Arwen's choice is not for the faint of heart, Lindir." I said, I went to his side and looked out to the garden, "But you are not weak. It is not weakness to do what is right. Perhaps you should leave."
I sighed. Barbara looked up at the window and waved happily unaware of the struggle she was causing. She was lovely for so young a girl, her dark complexion exotic and eye catching among my people. Elladan was helping her walk through the garden, he waved as well.
"Perhaps we have been wrong all along." I said.
"About what?" Lindir's voice was slightly absentminded as he watched the girl.
"About the separation between elves and men. If we had not been so careful we may not be facing the challenges we are today. To forbid or discourage something so beautiful as love is not right."
"What should I do?" Lindir asked.
"I…don't know." I answered.
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Emily's POV
"But you shouldn't over do it Emily." Legolas was trying his darndest to keep me from moving, "Not in your…(here his voice dropped to a whisper) ..delicate condition."
"For heaven's sake Legolas, I'm fine. Really." I said. I gently pushed his hands away. "I can walk in the garden without hurting myself."
Gimli smacked Legolas' back and said, "It's not like you haven't see an expectant woman before."
Legolas blushed a little and said, "Well…not human."
I couldn't believe it! "You've never seen a human woman..?"
"No." Legolas said, "But, that doesn't mean I don't know anything. I know Aragorn's mother and she was always of delicate health. I naturally assumed that when a woman was …well.."
"Pregnant?" I volunteered. I couldn't figure out the reason why they always avoided the word.
"Yes." Legolas said, in an embarrassed voice "But that's hardly a subject to discuss causally."
"Why?" Pippin asked, we were picnicking in the garden and the hobbits hadn't finished eating, yet.
"Because it's embarrassing him obviously." Frodo said, "I don't blame him. I feel nervous around expectant women too." he said, using Gimli's phrase.
"I suppose that comes from being the only child?" I asked. Frodo nodded thoughtfully while munching on a chicken wing, he was nothing like the overly depressed Frodo at the end of Return of the King. But, that would come later, how depressing.
"I can say that I don't mind." I said, "But please don't fuss over me. I let Boromir and any number of Gondorian women do that. You've no idea how many 'helpers' I have in that department."
"What did Boromir say when you told him?" Sam asked, "Went crazy probably."
"I bet he said something like, 'I…I….I…I.'" Faramir volunteered from his corner of the garden. "That's what he usually said about important matters."
Boromir protested and I threw an apple at Faramir which he daftly caught and ate. "No, he actually told me."
"No doubt he's vastly pleased and wants a boy." Èowyn said tartly, "My uncle and parents always wanted a boy."
"Actually, I want a girl Boromir said, "Emily wants the boy."
"Really? How very odd." Èowyn said, "A man that wants his first child to be a girl. Faramir, would you mind if we had a girl first?"
"No such luck with me." Faramir grinned, "I want heaps and heaps of little boys so I can have an entire ranger detachment of my own sons."
Everyone laughed at that. Boromir and I had invited everyone over to tell the good news. We had kept it a secret long a possible, but soon that wouldn't work so we arranged it perfectly. We had the fellowship over with Faramir and newly arrived Èowyn; and Boromir made the announcement amid wild applause and cheering.
I had never been cheered for doing something in my life. But then again, this was hardly something mundane. We were due sometime in January, and counting everyday. I was only a month along but that was still enough to make me throw up every morning. I didn't have morning sickness, I had all day sickness.
So, I didn't eat hardly anything other then water and fruit. Galen was fussing over me and trying to get me to eat this watery looking oatmeal that he called gruel. Barbie wasn't the only one suffering. Oh right, and I hadn't told Barbie yet. I figured that she needed only to worry about getting better and not overreacting to the news.
Okay…who was I kidding? I was flipping out! I wasn't just married to Boromir, the Boromir of Gondor, I was going to give birth to his children! I admit freely that I danced around the Houses of Healing when Galen confirmed it. I even made him dance with me while I sang something about "Hey, I got you babe." only I substituted the word baby.
The old biddies of Gondor were thrilled with me. They all sent name suggestions, all old family names of course. I have the feeling that naming is going to be more then opening a book and saying, "George, that's a nice name."
Oi vay!