A/N: Thanks for the reviews everyone! I checked them at school, and I
cheered when I saw how many I had. The girls next to me (who were
discussing the cute boy across the room) stopped their conversation and
stared. I need to be quieter when I get my reviews..
I had to laugh when I read all of them. There were a myriad of reactions to the egg incident. Sorry if it grossed you out, my dad did a Special Training thing in the Army where they had to survive out in the wild. After asking him a few questions about how he and his troop managed to survive, I asked him what he ate. I pulled a very weird face when he mentioned bird eggs. My face looked even weirder when he said they ate them raw. When I questioned him about being worried about getting sick from it, he merely raised his eyebrow and smiled.
"When you're that hungry, you don't think about things like that."
Humph. I think I'll pass on the bird eggs. Sorry if I grossed you out, but as I wrote the chapter, I decided to throw it in for a laugh. Bwahaha, so evil.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Boromir, Silly Rabbit.
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**Chapter 5**
Three days after the egg incident, Steph and Boromir sat beside the small fire; eating the creature Boromir had caught a few days before.
As they walked, he had stopped suddenly, listening. He motioned for Steph to hand him her orc knife, and though he grimaced when it touched him, he crept toward a patch of grass stealthily.
Then, springing like a cat, he leapt upon something in the bush, stabbing at it. Laughing triumphantly, he held up the bloody carcass of something furry.
Steph had cringed at the sight of it, but after eating breath mints and berries for the last few days, she forgot that she was vegan and ate the entire portion Boromir gave her.
He had noticed this, expecting her to carry on about being a veg...vegtab...whatever she was, and refusing to eat it. She had grown quieter, her insults dwindling to short, 'Whatevers' and 'Shut ups'. Her face was growing lean, dark circles forming under her eyes. When she spoke, it was usually to ask if they were any closer to Edoras.
He had studied her as he cooked the woodland creature in the fire. She ate her entire portion quickly, before nodding a goodnight and trying to fall asleep. The rabbit had been a blessing, and the dried meat would give them enough strength to walk a few more days.
That had been two days before, and now the two sat across from each other, thinking. Steph was looking better since the rabbit, and her fire was back. Just that morning she had asked if Boromir would ever take a bath.
"Yo, Boredom." She said, breaking his thoughts.
"Hmm?"
"How much farther to Eddy's Rash?"
"A day or so, I believe."
She frowned. "How long have we been traveling?"
He counted on his fingers. "Five days."
"Then how many days does it take to get to Edoras?"
"Six days."
"So we're a day away?" she asked, her voice rising with excitement.
He nodded solemnly. "That is correct."
She let out a whoop of joy. "So, we won't have to eat 'unknown-once-furry- animal-surprise' anymore?"
Boromir raised an eyebrow, but nodded.
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The silence of the plains was making Steph's ears ring. Maybe it was hunger that was making her ears ring. Steph really didn't care. Her throat was sore from singing, which she had been doing since after breakfast. She couldn't stand silence, and if Boromir wouldn't break it by having a conversation, she would break it by singing.
She belted out every song that came to mind, and she had lost count as 23. Boromir was far ahead of her now. Steph had noticed his quickened pace as she started in on number 19. She didn't mind much, because she never could keep up with him anyway. She could clearly remember their first journey together when he had been so far he was often a speck on the horizon. Taking a deep breath, she puffed along, trying to get a foothold on the rocky plains. Maybe she could beg a break when she caught up with him.
Boromir paused to watch Steph scan the plains, obviously looking for him. Upon seeing him, she squared her shoulders and started walking again. Looking up at the sun, he recognized it as mid morning. He enjoyed the silence the plains gave him.
Being ahead of Steph allowed him escape from her singing. He couldn't think straight when she was singing nonsense in his ear. When he had turned around and asked her to be quiet, she had told him to "Stuff it" and sang louder.
After snapping, "Keep a civil tongue in your head!" he had stalked ahead, leaving her and her nonsense behind. He could hear her running behind him now, trying to catch up.
"Boromir! Can we take a break, please?" she asked, halting between words to catch her breath.
He had been hoping she would ask, as he didn't want to appear weak. Every time they stopped he always made it seem as if he was just doing it to help her.
Nodding that they would rest, he casually leaned against a large rock, surveying the plain. Far ahead were the mountains of the South, tipped with white. The late winter wind had lost some of its bite, but as it whipped around the two silent travelers, both shivered.
Steph craned her neck to see what Boromir was looking at. She lifted her head from its resting place on her knees and leaned toward him. Seeing nothing interesting, she hugged her knees closer, blocking the cold wind.
"Oi, question." She said, unable to stand the silence.
"Yes?"
"What will we do when we get to Edoras?"
Boromir blinked at her in surprise, having suspected a snappy remark. He had to take a moment to think, as he hadn't thought that far ahead. "We will follow the Fellowship, I suppose."
Steph nodded quietly, pulling at a loose string on her shirt. "Will we get a horse in Edoras?" she asked at length, her voice giving no hint to if she wanted to ride a horse or not.
"Perhaps." Boromir said thoughtfully, thinking of the benefits of having a horse. He was about to say something else when one of his arrow wounds burned sharply, as if the phantom arrow had been wrenched out of him. He gasped in pain, clutching his stomach.
"Good Lord, what did you do to yourself?" Steph shrieked, jumping up in surprise.
"It is nothing." He said through gritted teeth, as smaller waves of pain throbbed through his body, "The arrow wounds pain me at times."
Steph looked at him quizzically. "Pain you?" she asked, a hint of sarcasm in her voice, "Last time I looked, you didn't have any arrows in you."
"I know that!" He snapped, angry that she was treating him like a fool, "It feels as if they are still there, and they pain me."
She made a sound that resembled a snort and a sigh, and studied him. "You do realize how freaky you look when you do that, don't you?"
"Do what?" he growled irritably. The pain had put him in an ill mood, and not even the pale winter sunshine could comfort him.
"When you make your face look like that."
Scowling, he turned away from her. "We have lingered here long enough." He announced, "We should continue on." He started into a jogging run, leaving her behind.
Steph followed him, running fast to keep up.
"I have another question." She said as the two jogged, keeping their eyes down to watch out for rocks.
"Yes?" he said, slightly irritated that she was breaking into his thoughts again.
"Why do you think people always get the impression that you're an asshole?"
He glared at her. "What do you mean?"
"Well," she said, looking at the partly cloudy sky, "it seems like in every fanfic I read, everyone portrays you as the chauvinistic jerk with no social graces."
He opened his mouth to protest, but Steph raised her hand for silence. "Don't prove it by interrupting, assclown."
He quieted, slowing down so they could talk without gasping for breath.
"Plus, you're always getting beaten up by Mary Sues."
He furrowed his eyebrows in indignation. "I am an accomplished warrior. I doubt that 'Mary Sue' could thwart me."
Steph snorted with laughter. "You know what the worst part is?"
Still scowling, he shook his head.
"They're usually teenagers with no fighting experience. Some of those authors just seem to enjoy kicking your ass."
Boromir shot her a death glare, making her snickers become louder. "I'd pay big money to see you getting your ass kicked by some 5'2 bimbo. I mean, I could fight verbally with you, but I couldn't give you a black eye or something. Well, not if I was trying."
This earned her a second glare. He snorted loudly and tried to turn his full attention to the mountains that were getting closer.
"Not much farther now." He muttered, keeping his eyes away from Steph.
"You're changing the subject, Borry-mere."
"Don't call me that." He snapped, forcing himself not to glare at her.
Steph smiled innocently. "Don't call you what?"
Ignoring her, he walked faster, trying to put some distance between them before she drove him mad. Behind him, he could hear her singing that idiotic song about a 'cowboy'.
"By Eru, Steph, what are you singing about now?" he snapped over his shoulder.
"Cowboys, dumbass!" she called back, making an effort to catch up with him.
"What is a cowboy?" he yelled, irritated with himself for playing into her trap.
"What do you think it is?" she laughed, coming up alongside him. "Three guesses!"
He paused, watching as she ran past him. He could only hope Edoras was close.
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A/N: Sorry, bit of writer's block this week. These standardized tests suck out all my brain juices. Chapter 6 may be a little late, because I'd rather post late than do a half ass job, lol.
The rabbit thing was based on something my dad told me about..some guy in his troop had a knife. Eww, I don't think I'd eat that, no matter how hungry I was.
Thanks for reading all the same!
-v-
Enednilwen*
I had to laugh when I read all of them. There were a myriad of reactions to the egg incident. Sorry if it grossed you out, my dad did a Special Training thing in the Army where they had to survive out in the wild. After asking him a few questions about how he and his troop managed to survive, I asked him what he ate. I pulled a very weird face when he mentioned bird eggs. My face looked even weirder when he said they ate them raw. When I questioned him about being worried about getting sick from it, he merely raised his eyebrow and smiled.
"When you're that hungry, you don't think about things like that."
Humph. I think I'll pass on the bird eggs. Sorry if I grossed you out, but as I wrote the chapter, I decided to throw it in for a laugh. Bwahaha, so evil.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Boromir, Silly Rabbit.
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**Chapter 5**
Three days after the egg incident, Steph and Boromir sat beside the small fire; eating the creature Boromir had caught a few days before.
As they walked, he had stopped suddenly, listening. He motioned for Steph to hand him her orc knife, and though he grimaced when it touched him, he crept toward a patch of grass stealthily.
Then, springing like a cat, he leapt upon something in the bush, stabbing at it. Laughing triumphantly, he held up the bloody carcass of something furry.
Steph had cringed at the sight of it, but after eating breath mints and berries for the last few days, she forgot that she was vegan and ate the entire portion Boromir gave her.
He had noticed this, expecting her to carry on about being a veg...vegtab...whatever she was, and refusing to eat it. She had grown quieter, her insults dwindling to short, 'Whatevers' and 'Shut ups'. Her face was growing lean, dark circles forming under her eyes. When she spoke, it was usually to ask if they were any closer to Edoras.
He had studied her as he cooked the woodland creature in the fire. She ate her entire portion quickly, before nodding a goodnight and trying to fall asleep. The rabbit had been a blessing, and the dried meat would give them enough strength to walk a few more days.
That had been two days before, and now the two sat across from each other, thinking. Steph was looking better since the rabbit, and her fire was back. Just that morning she had asked if Boromir would ever take a bath.
"Yo, Boredom." She said, breaking his thoughts.
"Hmm?"
"How much farther to Eddy's Rash?"
"A day or so, I believe."
She frowned. "How long have we been traveling?"
He counted on his fingers. "Five days."
"Then how many days does it take to get to Edoras?"
"Six days."
"So we're a day away?" she asked, her voice rising with excitement.
He nodded solemnly. "That is correct."
She let out a whoop of joy. "So, we won't have to eat 'unknown-once-furry- animal-surprise' anymore?"
Boromir raised an eyebrow, but nodded.
~*~*~*~*~
The silence of the plains was making Steph's ears ring. Maybe it was hunger that was making her ears ring. Steph really didn't care. Her throat was sore from singing, which she had been doing since after breakfast. She couldn't stand silence, and if Boromir wouldn't break it by having a conversation, she would break it by singing.
She belted out every song that came to mind, and she had lost count as 23. Boromir was far ahead of her now. Steph had noticed his quickened pace as she started in on number 19. She didn't mind much, because she never could keep up with him anyway. She could clearly remember their first journey together when he had been so far he was often a speck on the horizon. Taking a deep breath, she puffed along, trying to get a foothold on the rocky plains. Maybe she could beg a break when she caught up with him.
Boromir paused to watch Steph scan the plains, obviously looking for him. Upon seeing him, she squared her shoulders and started walking again. Looking up at the sun, he recognized it as mid morning. He enjoyed the silence the plains gave him.
Being ahead of Steph allowed him escape from her singing. He couldn't think straight when she was singing nonsense in his ear. When he had turned around and asked her to be quiet, she had told him to "Stuff it" and sang louder.
After snapping, "Keep a civil tongue in your head!" he had stalked ahead, leaving her and her nonsense behind. He could hear her running behind him now, trying to catch up.
"Boromir! Can we take a break, please?" she asked, halting between words to catch her breath.
He had been hoping she would ask, as he didn't want to appear weak. Every time they stopped he always made it seem as if he was just doing it to help her.
Nodding that they would rest, he casually leaned against a large rock, surveying the plain. Far ahead were the mountains of the South, tipped with white. The late winter wind had lost some of its bite, but as it whipped around the two silent travelers, both shivered.
Steph craned her neck to see what Boromir was looking at. She lifted her head from its resting place on her knees and leaned toward him. Seeing nothing interesting, she hugged her knees closer, blocking the cold wind.
"Oi, question." She said, unable to stand the silence.
"Yes?"
"What will we do when we get to Edoras?"
Boromir blinked at her in surprise, having suspected a snappy remark. He had to take a moment to think, as he hadn't thought that far ahead. "We will follow the Fellowship, I suppose."
Steph nodded quietly, pulling at a loose string on her shirt. "Will we get a horse in Edoras?" she asked at length, her voice giving no hint to if she wanted to ride a horse or not.
"Perhaps." Boromir said thoughtfully, thinking of the benefits of having a horse. He was about to say something else when one of his arrow wounds burned sharply, as if the phantom arrow had been wrenched out of him. He gasped in pain, clutching his stomach.
"Good Lord, what did you do to yourself?" Steph shrieked, jumping up in surprise.
"It is nothing." He said through gritted teeth, as smaller waves of pain throbbed through his body, "The arrow wounds pain me at times."
Steph looked at him quizzically. "Pain you?" she asked, a hint of sarcasm in her voice, "Last time I looked, you didn't have any arrows in you."
"I know that!" He snapped, angry that she was treating him like a fool, "It feels as if they are still there, and they pain me."
She made a sound that resembled a snort and a sigh, and studied him. "You do realize how freaky you look when you do that, don't you?"
"Do what?" he growled irritably. The pain had put him in an ill mood, and not even the pale winter sunshine could comfort him.
"When you make your face look like that."
Scowling, he turned away from her. "We have lingered here long enough." He announced, "We should continue on." He started into a jogging run, leaving her behind.
Steph followed him, running fast to keep up.
"I have another question." She said as the two jogged, keeping their eyes down to watch out for rocks.
"Yes?" he said, slightly irritated that she was breaking into his thoughts again.
"Why do you think people always get the impression that you're an asshole?"
He glared at her. "What do you mean?"
"Well," she said, looking at the partly cloudy sky, "it seems like in every fanfic I read, everyone portrays you as the chauvinistic jerk with no social graces."
He opened his mouth to protest, but Steph raised her hand for silence. "Don't prove it by interrupting, assclown."
He quieted, slowing down so they could talk without gasping for breath.
"Plus, you're always getting beaten up by Mary Sues."
He furrowed his eyebrows in indignation. "I am an accomplished warrior. I doubt that 'Mary Sue' could thwart me."
Steph snorted with laughter. "You know what the worst part is?"
Still scowling, he shook his head.
"They're usually teenagers with no fighting experience. Some of those authors just seem to enjoy kicking your ass."
Boromir shot her a death glare, making her snickers become louder. "I'd pay big money to see you getting your ass kicked by some 5'2 bimbo. I mean, I could fight verbally with you, but I couldn't give you a black eye or something. Well, not if I was trying."
This earned her a second glare. He snorted loudly and tried to turn his full attention to the mountains that were getting closer.
"Not much farther now." He muttered, keeping his eyes away from Steph.
"You're changing the subject, Borry-mere."
"Don't call me that." He snapped, forcing himself not to glare at her.
Steph smiled innocently. "Don't call you what?"
Ignoring her, he walked faster, trying to put some distance between them before she drove him mad. Behind him, he could hear her singing that idiotic song about a 'cowboy'.
"By Eru, Steph, what are you singing about now?" he snapped over his shoulder.
"Cowboys, dumbass!" she called back, making an effort to catch up with him.
"What is a cowboy?" he yelled, irritated with himself for playing into her trap.
"What do you think it is?" she laughed, coming up alongside him. "Three guesses!"
He paused, watching as she ran past him. He could only hope Edoras was close.
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A/N: Sorry, bit of writer's block this week. These standardized tests suck out all my brain juices. Chapter 6 may be a little late, because I'd rather post late than do a half ass job, lol.
The rabbit thing was based on something my dad told me about..some guy in his troop had a knife. Eww, I don't think I'd eat that, no matter how hungry I was.
Thanks for reading all the same!
-v-
Enednilwen*