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A/N: Wow, I'm finally back. I was actually surprised that people didn't get the end of the previous chapter. 'If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it?' Single Ladies by Beyonce? Come ON people! Oh well…made sense in my head haha.
Re-cap- Boromir sniffed and muttered, "You had your turn, and now you're going to learn what It really feels like to miss B! If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it!!!!!"
Chapter Two: …Drats.
Annalieth rolled her eyes and cleared her throat. Boromir looked up from the basin.
"Well, O nude one, I suppose you want your clothes back now," She said grinning. Boromir nodded enthusiastically as his clothes reappeared with a small pop.
"How are you doing that? Are you some sort of sorceress?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at her.
"Enough questions for now," She said hurriedly, "I need to tell you the rules."
"The rules of what?" He repeated with a puzzled look.
"The rules of this realm," She explained, "Guidelines, if you will. There is danger here Boromir. Not the danger you are used to, but danger nonetheless. The evils of this world are not so conspicuous. They disguise themselves to seem harmless, but I assure you, they are anything but. If you ever find yourself in a dire or dangerous situation, you must simply call my name, and I will come to your aid."
Boromir scoffed and interrupted, "Help? From a woman? I should think not! I am more than capable of taking care of myself, no matter what this realm of yours contains!"
If looks could kill and he wasn't already dead, the glare Annalieth was shooting him would surely have been the end of old Borry. She opened her mouth, more than ready to give him a proper lashing when she paused.
"Whatever you say my dear, whatever you say," She said calmly, "Continuing on, you must never, ever enter any of the houses that you come across. No matter how tempting, no matter who invites you in. You mustn't trust anyone. The more innocent they seem, the more likely it is that they're trouble."
"How am I to know I can trust you then?" Boromir challenged.
Annalieth simply shrugged, "You can't. You're just going to have to take my word for it Borry." She started to walk away.
"Wait! Where are you going?" Boromir called.
"Home," She called over her shoulder, "You obviously don't want my help. But if you decide that you're going to listen to me, just call my name and I'll find you."
And with that, she disappeared into thin air.
"Hey! Come back!" Boromir yelled. He was met by silence. Heaving a heavy sigh he muttered to himself, "So what in Valar's name am I supposed to do now?"
He stood there scuffing the ground with his boot when suddenly, it started to rain. Quickly covering his head with his arms, Boromir looked around for shelter but found nothing. Not even a tree or a rock. For ten minutes he stood there in the pouring rain, battling with himself. Finally he sighed in defeat and yelled out, "Annalieth! Annalieth!"
"Decided you need help?" She drawled from behind him. He whipped around to face her.
"Where can I go to shelter from the rain?" He asked gruffly.
She sighed, "I guess you could come with me. Heavens only knows what would happen to you if you stayed out here."
"Fine then," He said, "How do we get there?"
"Just hold my hand and we'll be there in a jiffy," She said.
He hesitated before reluctantly reaching for her hand. Annalieth rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand sharply.
"How is this going to w-" Boromir started before feeling a sharp tug that made his head spin. Before he knew it, they were standing in a small, but warm room.
"Is this your home?" Boromir asked, looking around.
"No shit Sherlock," Annalieth muttered. Boromir turned to glare at her, but found his eyes travelling…further south than expected. Annalieth's eyes narrowed as she caught him staring and yanked her hand from his grip, slapping him squarely across the face.
"Don't make me pluck your eyes out Boromir," she hissed. "I will not tolerate being gawked at in an innapropriate manner."
Borry, who has obviously still not learned his lesson, grasped his cheek and mumbled, "Well if you were not dressed so provocatively then…"
"HOW DARE YOU!" She yelled, whirling around to face him. "That is IT! You're going back in the rain."
Before he could protest he felt a now familiar sharp tugging and found himself once again in the rainy field.
He sighed and hung his head. "…Drats."
A/N: Ahhh, feels good to be back! Poor old Borry, nothing ever goes his way does it?
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