This is the first language with the beginnings of cursing. So here is the first warning. It starts out soft now, but will eventually graduate to more offensive curse words.
A/N: I own nothing.
***Chapter 5 ***
***Deirdre's POV***
My days in Rivendell with Saffy by my side were a lot of fun. We met up with the hobbits the day after she arrived and she got along pretty well with the hobbits. We got kidnapped by the hobbits and taken exploring, finding beautiful waterfalls. Frodo for the most part stayed behind, still recovering entirely from his injury, which generally meant that Sam would stay behind to keep him company. But that didn't hold Pippin and Merry back at all. We picnicked and explored the nearest waterfall, going swimming in the pool at the bottom.
People for the council began showing up, luckily due to the explorations, we managed to avoid most of the arrivals. But the morning of the council had arrived. I awoke to once again having Saffy on the other side of the bed. It was comforting to have that small piece of home still with me in Middle Earth. I hoped that I was helping Saffy cope with being dead to our friends and families in the same way. I climbed from the bed and stretched out, trying to be quiet so as to not wake her up.
"I was wondering when you would be waking up." Saffy said.
"Why are you always the first one up?" I questioned her.
"Because generally I don't feel the need to sleep until noon." She teased me.
"Well, fine then. I call first bath of the day." I told her as I ran into the bathroom to find the usual hot bath, the maids had been informed that we were both staying in the one room and so they made sure to draw up a second bath once they knew that the first had been used.
Once I had finished with my bath, I left the bathroom having left my corset undone. It was too much work today, I decided.
"Saffy?" I asked. "Will you lace my corset today?"
"How would you survive without me?" she questioned.
"I would have to be less lazy." I replied, as she moved around to my back and laced me in.
We had effectively used up the few front lacing dresses yesterday, since apparently most dresses were fashioned to need someone's help to put on. Either that or the women here were really far more talented than I was, which was highly likely. Just as she was finishing up, a knock on the door sounded.
"Come in." I called, I was almost entirely dressed and figured since I was in the less proper dress it would be alright if I declared they could come in.
In walked Celebiel one of the elven maids, who noticing how I was already dressing, must have figured out that we would need a second bath drawn up. She walked into the bathroom and began clearing up. I had felt so bad about having someone wait on me, but Celebiel had insisted that it was no bother. And that we were being more than helpful when we remade the bed and left our clothing in a careful pile on a chair. Also since both Saffron and I stayed in one room it cut down on work. This only made me feel slightly better though.
"Hey Celebiel. How are you today?" I asked her, as Saffy finished lacing up my dress.
"I am well, as usual. And how are you two ladies today?" she asked.
I was grateful that she had stopped calling us by Lady Deirdre and Lady Saffron. We weren't ladies and it was really awkward having someone speak to you like you were above them socially somehow. Especially since we weren't really.
"Do you have any good gossip to fill us in on?" I enquired, as we had managed to get her into acting a little immature with us. After all, we really were teenage girls, gossip was something we liked on occasion.
"Only that two young ladies are expected at a council today, and happen to be the only women attending." She replied, eyeing us suspiciously.
"How come we are the only women going to be there? More women should be allowed into matters such as this. I mean honestly, it's not as though men are the only ones affected by war." I started rambling about.
"Chill, Didi. Male dominated society, remember." She informed me.
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, grumbling about patriarchal societies and how that something I missed at home was at least some semblance of gender equality. This however, caused both Celebiel and Saffy to start laughing at me. I sat down and pouted at the vanity, brushing out my hair and avoiding eye contact with either of them.
I continued my pouting, not really meaning it until Saffy disappeared into the bathroom and Celebiel moved behind me.
"Careful, if you keep your face like that it may very well freeze that way." She told me, taking the brush from my hands and running it through my hair.
"You sound like my mom." I informed her, as I smiled gently at her removing the pout from my face.
"Thank you, now how would you like me to do your hair?" she asked me, yesterday she had found out how truly terrible I was at fixing my own hair and had managed to sit me down so she could style it herself.
"Can you do twin braids running along the side of my head?" I pulled my hair into my fingers to demonstrate how I wanted the braids to run along the side of my head. Hopefully when it was done it would look like the elven warrior braids that my favorite elf in the stories always wore.
"I can manage that. That particular style is actually generally referred to among elves as warrior braids." She informed me.
"I know." I said with a smile on my face.
"Oh, do you now? Then why do you plan on wearing your hair in a warriors fashion when you may well be met by Elvish warriors today?" she asked.
"I want to make it clear that I am a warrior too. This seems like one of the best ways to do that. Plus they look pretty. Oh, could you make them join together in the back and run down my back side by side?" I said, adding in my own touch to make them more feminine.
She rolled her eyes and began plaiting my hair in the manner that we discussed. While I didn't have the normal hair color of an elf, this would definitely cause even more confusion. My brown hair with blonde streaks running through was definitely abnormal for an elf. At least from what I could tell with the movies elves either had really dark hair like Elrond and Arwen or fair blonde hair like most of the woodland realms.
It only took her a short amount of time to fix my hair, even when I occasionally made screwy faces in the mirror whenever she pulled on my hair a little harsher. My mom's voice saying 'Blood makes the best hairspray' ran through my head. But my face still occasionally made funny expressions when it hurt. During one of the more painful ones, Saffy walked into the room and started cracking up.
"Your expression is so amazing, Di." She said as she laughed.
"Glad you are enjoying my pain." I teased her.
She rolled her eyes at me and began dressing. Celebiel managed to entirely finish my hair and moved over to lace up Saffy's dress. She made quick work of the laces and as I rose from the vanity, she had Saffy sitting down in my spot. I moved over to the bed and took a seat, watching Celebiel fix Saffy's hair. She didn't make anywhere near as funny of faces as I did. Saffy never really liked having her hair up, so I wasn't really surprised when Celebiel only brushed it out and left it flowing down her back freely.
"You two need to hurry along to breakfast soon. Otherwise there won't be any food left for you and your stomachs will be growling all through the council." She informed us, as much as Celebiel liked to joke around with us she took on a mature role a lot of the time. Acting as a surrogate mother, or as close as an elf about our relative ages could when it came to us.
"I thought the grumbling of our stomachs would incite fear into the enemy." I said, sounding absolutely ridiculous.
"Only fear that you are going to eat them." Celebiel teased back. "But go on, you need to get going."
We headed to the door after she practically shoved us out.
"See you later, Celebiel." We both said, then headed out the door and toward the dining hall.
"Do you ever think that she is actually planning ways to mess with us when she shoves us out the door like that?" I asked Saffy.
"No," she said, looking at me as though I had two heads.
"Yeah, me either." I replied completely serious.
Causing the both of us to start laughing as we made our way into the dining hall, which in turn made everyone look at us as we entered with great big smiles on our faces and the remnants of laughter about us. The visitors to Rivendell stared at us as we made our way over to the hobbits, who had mass amounts of food piled onto their plates. We both took seats and put small amounts of food on our plates.
"Now that just isn't healthy." Pippin said, watching as both Saffy and I ate our small meal.
"Eating that little is downright strange." Merry added.
"I'm sorry we don't eat like our entire bodies are hollow and have to be filled with food." I replied laughingly.
"That's right, cause you don't eat." Pippin replied.
"I do so." I replied, picking up a piece of fruit and pointedly putting it in my mouth and chewing over-exaggeratedly.
"Right, cause that counts as eating." Merry replied teasing me for not eating much.
"I put food in my mouth and ingested it. That is almost exactly the definition of eating." I replied.
"Fine, you don't eat like a normal person." Pippin chipped in.
"Your definition of normal is a hobbit, no one eats like a normal person to you guys." I replied, while Saffy sat next to me just eating her breakfast silently.
Our teasing continued back and forth between the hobbits and myself, occasionally Saffy would join in. But normally when she did it was to help the hobbits pick on me. When I had finished my food, I noticed that Elrond was motioning for us to follow him, taking a quick cursory glance over the dining hall I noticed that a good deal of the people who were going to be attending the council had already left.
"Come on, Saffy." I told her, motioning for her to get up and follow me. "See you two later."
"What's up, Di?" Saffy asked, confused as to why I was dragging her away from the table and our friends.
"Elrond motioned for us to join him. I think he wants to talk to us before the council." I whispered the last part into Saffy's ear.
She nodded and we both moved to meet up with Elrond. He was only waiting around the corner and began leading us to where the council would be held.
"Since you are going to be attending the council, I have a request to make of the two of you. Would you try not to offend anyone?" Elrond requested of the two of us.
"Elrond, I am offended. Do you really think that I would just go about and insult everyone at the council? I have some restraint you know." I replied, faking some of the hurt.
"Yes, he does. You insult most people, it's how you show you care. At least, I hope it means that you care." Saffy put her two bits in.
"I can't believe either of you. I promise that I will try my best not to insult the people at the council." I promised, making sure that I used words that allowed me to slip up. I just had to try not to insult people, so I had an opening should I choose to insult anyone.
"I won't insult people either." Saffy promised Elrond, to which he nodded his head.
"Hey, Elrond?" I asked, causing him to turn his head to me. "Can I have a blade for the council?"
Elrond stopped, shocked that I would ask for a knife at what should be a peaceful council. Personally, I was just thinking about making everything go a little smoother.
"Why do you need a blade?" he asked me, concern leaking into his voice.
"Oh, no worries. Nothing bad is going to happen, it would just kind of be useful if I'm going to save Gimli from breaking his axe." I replied, keeping my voice low enough that only Elrond and Saffy heard what I was talking about.
"You can have a short blade as long as you promise not to kill anyone with it." Elrond informed me.
"Alright, I promise that I won't cause anyone bodily harm." I promised Elrond, and I was actually telling him the truth.
"Fine, you can have a blade." He got an elf, who was walking around nearby, to find a blade that I could wield in a pinch.
It wasn't too ornate a blade, just something that could be used as a weapon if need be, but didn't hold the same intricate beauty of so many of the other elven blades in the world. I fastened the blade and belt about my waist and we all continued on to the council. As we got closer, my excitement rose. We were finally going to be doing something, more than just exploring waterfalls with the hobbits and hanging around Rivendell. And the secret council was just the beginning of what was going to happen.
Saffy and I sat down on the edge of the circle, there was a slight gap near Elrond's seat and so I took the seat on the opposite side of the gap as Elrond and Saffy sat down on my other side. There were many questioning glances our way, curious as to why women were included in the council that would determine the fate of the world. But I shrugged them off, settling into my seat comfortably and waiting for the council to start.
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate- this one doom. Bring forth the ring, Frodo." Elrond spoke to the entire council, then motioned Frodo to place the ring on the pedestal in the center of the circle.
Frodo rose from his seat and walked to the pedestal in the center of the ring and placed the simple gold band on the stone. The sight of the ring made my skin crawl and bile rose in my throat. But at that same moment, I couldn't help the wave of desire which claimed me. I knew that it was only the ring's influence trying to sway the people in the council to stealing it away, so that it could achieve its own evil purposes. My mind went to Gollum and his lust after the ring and how his life was centered around a piece of jewelry that would be destroyed. Then my thoughts jumped to the man sitting on the other side of the circle, Boromir, what he would try to steal the ring away from Frodo and the karmic reaction that would claim his life. With these thoughts permeating my head, I could feel the desire lessen until there was no conscious feeling of the lust for the ring as there once had been. I snuck a peek over at Saffy, her face held a mixture of disgust and desire, as I am sure mine had only moments before. She was facing the same inner turmoil that I had, finding how to squash the wave of desire that the ring caused. Looking around the council I saw the looks of the ring's presence making itself known.
"So it is true." I heard Boromir say, which only caused me to roll my eyes. I knew where he was going with this and honestly it was moronic.
"In a dream, I saw the eastern sky grow dark. But in the west a pale light lingered. A voice was crying 'Your doom is near at hand'." Boromir walked closer to the ring. "Isildur's bane is found."
Boromir sounded almost reverent and adoring of the ring, which only made my stomach turn more. The lure of power and lies seeping out from the ring was sinking into Boromir, I guess men really were the most susceptible to the lure of the ring.
"Boromir." Elrond shouted, effectively snapping Boromir out of his haze where his eyes rested solely on the ring. He looked up startled at the interruption.
Gandalf rose from his seat and began stating the inscription on the ring in the black speech of Mordor. I winced a little as the air grew thicker and the sky visibly darkened. My eyes fluttered a little, feeling as though there was no air getting into my body. The edges of my vision grew dark, centering my vision until all I could see was Boromir looking abashed standing across the circle from Gandalf, the ring in between the two. When Gandalf stopped speaking he sunk back down into his chair and I took a deep breath. Able to breath once more as though what felt like a tight band around my chest had been removed.
"Never before has any voice uttered the words of that tongue here in Imladris." Elrond practically growled at Gandalf.
"I do not ask your pardon, Master Elrond, for the black speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the west! The Ring is altogether evil!" Gandalf stated, his voice harsh as though stressed from uttering so dark of words just moments before.
Boromir's confidence returned, almost entirely ignoring the entire intrusion that Gandalf and Elrond made to halt him in what would soon become a tirade.
"It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe! Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him." Boromir all but yelled at the council.
"Did your nanny drop you on your head when you were a child?" I asked as I rose from my seat. "That has got to be one of the stupidest ideas that I have ever heard."
I heard a little chuckling as well as the tell-tale sound of Saffy face-palming, but could feel Elrond glaring at me. I felt a little guilty about insulting Boromir because I had Elrond I would try not to, but it's not like he didn't deserve it. Boromir of course was glaring daggers at me as well, but before he could start in on any insults, Aragorn interrupted bringing the attention back to the issue of the ring.
"You cannot wield it. None of us can." Aragorn told Boromir, but Boromir obviously was going to take it the wrong way.
"And what would a ranger know of this matter?" Boromir sneered at Aragorn, feeling defensive.
"This is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance." Legolas told Boromir as he rose from his seat, causing Aragorn to wince at the announcement of his identity.
"Aragorn? This is Isildur's heir?" Boromir scoffed.
"And heir to the throne of Gondor." Legolas pronounced vehemently.
"Havo dad, Legolas." Aragorn told him quietly, clearly uncomfortable with where this conversation was going.
"Gondor has no king." Boromir sneered as he began walking back to his seat. "Gondor needs no king."
I rolled my eyes and returned to my seat. While Gandalf rose from his seat to speak his part.
"Aragorn is right. We cannot use it." Gandalf surmised for the council.
"You have only one choice, the ring must be destroyed." Elrond announced, I took this as my cue to carefully draw the blade from its sheath on my belt.
Gimli rose from his seat drawing his axe, I made sure that I was ready to block his blow to the ring so that I could save his precious axe.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Gimli asked as he began raising his axe for what he thought would be a blow to destroy the ring.
As he began bringing his axe down I jumped up from my seat and halted the axe's path as best as I could, which was actually pretty hard considering how strong the dwarf was.
"Gimli, you don't want to be doing that." I informed him, voice a little rough from the strength that I was exerting preventing him from breaking his axe. "I would think that you cared for your axe more than to let it be destroyed."
His expression was harsh as he glared at me, but he brought the axe away from my blade and lowered it. Making me sigh in relief, I would explain why exactly I stopped him, but Elrond really explained it more than I could.
"The ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli son of Gloin, by any craft that we here possess. The ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came." Elrond said, causing Gimli to return to his seat and I did the same sheathing my sword as I went.
"One of you must do this." Elrond said as he looked around the council for any volunteers, although he knew who would be the ringbearer since I had told him.
"One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than just orcs. There is an evil there that does not sleep. And the great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland. Riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air you breath is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly." Boromir said, his voice growing darker as he spoke of the horrors of Mordor.
"Sounds like a beautiful vacation spot don't you think? Boromir should write travel brochures." I jokingly said to Saffy, who after rolling her eyes laughed a little.
"Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed." Legolas said indignantly as he rose from his seat.
I couldn't help but smile a little at hearing him say this. My mind jumped back to the collectibles from the first Lord of the Rings movies that I had gotten at Burger King. Where Legolas' voice says "The Ring must be destroyed." And I would keep hitting the button on it until it ran in a hilarious loop.
"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?" Gimli stood up glaring at Legolas.
"And if we fail, what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?" Boromir spoke mournfully.
"I propose mass suicide." I snickered quietly, but some of the elves along with Saffy heard me.
"I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!" Gimli shouted, drawing attention back from me and my silly comments.
Gimli's comment got almost all the elves on their feet and yelling, which really just resulted in everyone arguing. I almost wanted to get up just so that I could use this as an excuse to punch one of the people in the face, cause that would just be hilarious to me. But I refrained and sat in my seat, deciding that I needed a distraction from the fighting, I began making funny faces. First I directed the stupid expressions to Saffy who returned them, but then decided that we should both make funny faces that Frodo. So I turned to him and stuck my tongue out and crossed my eyes so that I looked entirely ridiculous. Frodo smiled at me, whether it was my facial expression or something that Saffy was doing behind me it distracted him for a second. But the ring soon started affecting him, making him extremely uncomfortable. He looked over at us again for a second, having to look around the people arguing. I gave him a reassuring smile and he nodded his head.
Then he rose from his seat and walking into the mass of arguing council members.
"I will take it!" Frodo shouted into the crowd, causing a few of the people to pause in their argument and listen. "I will take it."
Almost everyone around was quiet now, losing interest in the arguments from before and focusing on what the small child like being was saying. He was so tiny walking amongst the crowd.
"I will take the ring to Mordor." Frodo stated again, to make sure that everyone had heard him correctly. "Though, I do not know the way."
"I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, for as long as it is yours to bear." Gandalf told Frodo as he placed a hand on his shoulders to reassure him.
"If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will." Aragorn told Frodo as he rose from his seat and walked over to Frodo. As he knelt down he finished his vow. "You have my sword."
"And you have my bow." Legolas put in, after a mostly indiscreet nod from Elrond.
"And my axe." Gimli put it, making Legolas cringe a little.
"You carry the fate of us all, little one. If this is indeed the will of the council, then Gondor will see it done." Boromir stated as he walked to the gather group.
Grabbing Saffy's hand as I rose and began walking over to Frodo, I placed my other hand on Frodo's head lifting his chin up and smiling.
"We will guide and guard you to the best of our abilities." I assured him.
"Don't worry, we'll take care of you." Saffy agreed.
"Mr. Frodo is not going anywhere without me." Sam said, popping up from behind the nearby bushes and running into the circle to join the group of us standing around Frodo.
"No indeed." Elrond said with a smile. "It is hardly possible to separate you even when he is invited to a secret council and you are not."
Sam looked abashed at being called out on eavesdropping, but didn't have too much time to feel ashamed, as both Merry and Pippin came bounding from behind the columns where they hid.
"Oi! We're coming too!" Their shouts came as they ran to join us.
"You'd have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us." Merry said, causing a smile to appear on my face.
"Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission… quest…thing." Pippin concluded.
"Well, that rules you out, Pip." Merry informed him, causing the smile to get wiped off of Pippin's face.
"Eleven companions." Elrond surmised. "So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring."
"Great, where are we going?" Pippin asked, causing the hobbits, Saffy, and myself to laugh.
"Candy Mountain, it's a land of sweets and joy and joyness." I told Pippin in the high-pitched Charlie the Unicorn voice, causing Saffy to smack me upside the head.
"I'm not sure I deserved that." I told her, she just rolled her eyes at me.
"I believe there is a need for introductions." Elrond stated.
"Hey, for those of you who haven't met me yet. I'm Deirdre, but feel free to call me DiDi, everyone does." I told them all with a smile.
"And I'm Saffron, but you can call me Saffy." Saffy told them.
The group went around introducing themselves to the other who they did not know. Saffy and I were pretty lucky, neither of us actually had to relearn any of their names. After everyone had introduced themselves, I walked over to Aragorn.
"Aragorn?" I asked him, to get his attention. "Would you be willing to teach Saffy and I how to wield swords?"
"Are you sure that you both can handle the training?" he asked, not entirely sure about doing this.
"Well, we gotta learn somehow. Besides, I think we both have a love of swords anyway. Seems like the best way to learn." I responded.
"We start after lunch." Aragorn told us, which earned a fan girl scream from me. "Boromir, would you be willing to assist in their training?"
"I suppose." Boromir said gruffly, I had a feeling that what I had said earlier was still angering him.
"Awesome, and Legolas? Is there any way that you could teach me how to shoot a bow, too?" I requested, giving him my best puppy dog face.
"Alright, we will have to work out a training schedule. Will you be able to handle two training sessions in one day?" he asked me.
"I'm tougher than I look." I replied.
"Does this mean that you can't come exploring with us?" Pippin asked, sad that I would probably be too busy to explore Rivendell with them.
"We will have to see how training works out. It may turn out that I am so good with a sword that I won't have to train at all." I said jokingly.
"Like that could happen." Saffy said.
"Hey, it's my dream. Don't shatter the illusion just yet." I teased back at her. "Besides, we both know I'm better with a sword than you."
"You practice more." She complained.
"Actually, its natural talent." I said dramatically as I flipped my hair.
"Keep telling yourself that." Saffy responded.
The others were laughing at our antics at this point, I was beginning to think that most of the people in middle earth weren't funny. After all, it was a well-known fact that I was not funny, non-funniness was a family trait for me.
Our company split up, so that Aragorn and Boromir could find swords for us to practice with, after Saffy yelled after them to grab two for each of us. The hobbits, Saffy, and I went to hang out in one of the gardens. While Gandalf, Gimli, and Legolas all went off to do their respective things, I didn't really care enough to know what they were doing. The fellowship would become friendlier soon.
After we ate lunch, Saffy and I walked with Aragorn and Boromir to a training ground. Which made me a little nervous because there were some other elves there who were going to see me fight with a real blade for the first time. I'd done sword fights with my friends with padded swords so that when we hit each other it didn't hurt as much and wasn't lethal. But I had never fought with a real blade before.
"Alright, first we need to test what skill you already have with a blade." Aragorn said as he handed both Saffy and I a single sword each, leaving our other swords on the ground where he had originally put them.
"So, who wants to face me first?" Aragorn asked.
Saffy nudged me, making it clear that she didn't want to be the first one up. And even though I was a little nervous, I wasn't going to let that affect me.
"I will." I said with a smile on my face.
I picked up my sword, the handle was cold and I knew I would end up with mass amounts of blisters on my hands after training with it. It had happened before when I sparred with my friends for hours at a time. But it was going to be worth it, being able to defend myself and hopefully not be abducted by uruk-hai.
"Are you ready?" Aragorn asked.
I nodded my head and raised my sword in a ready position. He smiled, then nodded his head. I made the first move, which he quickly blocked. Then he made to strike at me, but I blocked as well. Our blades danced back and forth, who was on offense and defense changed every few blows. I was thinking that Aragorn was going easy on me, at least compared to what he would be doing when it came to fighting his enemies. My body was becoming tired and my breathing ragged as the fight wore on. It was taking so long, and it felt like we had been fighting for hours instead of minutes. But I kept fighting as best I could, I felt the endorphins rushing through my veins as adrenaline ran rampant in my body. As much as the fighting tired my body, I felt surprisingly good. That is I felt good until Aragorn managed to get a blow in that I didn't block and his sword sliced my arm. Causing me to cry out, it really hurt. Immediately Aragorn looked sympathetic that he had hurt me.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
I looked at the scratch on my arm then back up at him. I had a smile on my face, the cut was barely stinging at all.
"Yeah, I'm fine. No worries." I said shrugging off the last bit of pain I was feeling from the cut. "So how did I do?"
"Surprisingly well. I didn't anticipate you would be able to hold your own that long." He informed me.
"Well, you were holding back on me. But thanks." I said with a smile.
"I wasn't really holding back fighting you. I wasn't trying to kill you, but I treated it as with any non-lethal match." He told me, a smile on his face. "You should get your cut taken care of."
"What? And miss Saffy fighting? I don't think so." I said, taking a seat beside Saffy.
She was standing up with her sword in hand, a slight smile on her face. Aragorn smiled, though he looked a little winded by our fight, which made me feel a little bit better about my fighting ability.
"Are you ready to fight, Aragorn?" Saffy asked him.
"Yes, of course. I just did not anticipate that Deirdre would be that good." He said with a smile.
"I thought I told you to call me DiDi, mister. Deirdre is really formal." I told him from my place on the ground.
"Sure, DiDi." He said, my name sounding strange on his lips. "Alright, Saffy. Let's see how you fare."
Saffy smile at him, then nodded her head. Their match began in much the same manner that mine with Aragorn had. Exchanging blows and then blocking them. Saffy wasn't used to fighting. She could wrestle for sure, and had fought with our padded swords to some extent. So she held her own for a while. But there was hesitation in her movements, being careful with how she moved so as not to get cut. There match went on for a few minutes, until Aragorn knocked the sword from Saffy's hands.
"Not bad. You are both full of wonderful surprises. Now if the hobbits are as good as you two then maybe this won't be so challenging." Aragorn said with a smile on his face.
I glanced over to where Boromir had been watching the entire time, he had a blank look on his face. I stood from my place and went over to stand next to him. Not looking at him and just standing by his side, I could feel his eyes shift to me.
"What do you think, Boromir? Can we survive a fight?" I asked him, still not looking at him.
"I think it is not a bad place for you to start at, though you still need training if you are going to hope to survive a fight." Boromir said, sounding very flat.
"Thank you for being honest." I said with a smile, glancing over at him.
His expression didn't change when I smiled, which I can't really blame him for. I did kinda make fun of his intelligence earlier during the council, though I didn't think that he would still be holding it against me.
"Sorry about the comment about being dropped on your head as a child." I told him, trying to get him to understand that I was feeling sorry.
"Right. Do you want to spar or not?" he asked, sounding very annoyed.
"Oh, yeah sure. Of course." I said, moving into the open practice area.
"Aragorn, give pointers for her while we fight." He said.
I began my match against Boromir, he was definitely more aggressive in his fighting style. His anger began feeding my own, our attacks became harsher and faster. I could hear Aragorn shouting out that I needed to focus and keep control of my actions. But my blows kept getting more powerful, as did Boromir's. Every time he struck at me, I tried to double the power in his attack and return it. My breathing was coming harshly by now. I could hear Boromir breathing heavily as well. I pushed extra heavily on one of my attacks, his blade was forced to move out of the way and my sword sliced along his wrist. Boromir dropped his sword at the cut and I saw the blood run down my blade. As soon as I realized what had happened, my sword fell from my hands and I rushed to help Boromir.
"Oh, shit. I am so sorry. Are you alright?" My words came out as a rush as I carefully held onto his arm. Without thinking, I put my hand over the cut and applied pressure to stop the bleeding.
"I'm fine. I've had worse." He responded, his voice tight and angry.
"You should still get it treated. Hopefully the bleeding has slowed down some. Keep your arm above the level of your heart and we can go get it taken care of." I said still holding onto his wrist, my hand keeping pressure on his cut.
"I can go alone, I do not need your help." He replied.
"Boromir. I still have to go and get my cut taken care of as well. At least this way there will be company." I offered.
He sighed and I think realized that he wasn't going to get rid of me that easily. So we walked off to the house of healing, so that both of us could get cleaned up from the blood.
"Can you forgive me for insulting you earlier?" I asked him.
He looked down at me and wasn't looking too very pleased, until his eyes ranged over to the top of my dress, which showed my cleavage. His hand had replaced mine at keeping pressure on his sliced wrist.
"Boromir if you are going to look down my top at least manage to maintain a conversation at the same time. Just standing here is awkward." I told him with a dull expression on my face.
He coughed and with a flush across his face turned away. I almost laughed at him.
"Don't worry about it, they have their own gravitational pull." I joked. "Come on, let's get your wrist taken care of."
And with that I grabbed his hand and half dragged him to the house of healing. We found some elves, who were more than willing to tend to the injuries that we had gotten during training. It only took a few minutes for everything to get patched up. Though there was still a rip in my dress, but there wasn't much hope for the dress considering that I had been fighting in it.
We started walking back to the training field in silence, I could feel Boromir's eyes on me most of the way back. The hallway that we walked through blocked out some of the sun light. This resulted in the bright sun light which assaulted our eyes, when we emerged into the open air, painful.
"Gah!" I cried out. "That's it I am going nocturnal."
Boromir chuckled a little, I guess my antics were amusing. I could hear the clashing of blades against one another ringing from the practice field.
"Aw, man. I'm missing all the practice." I complained, then without a word I took off running to the sound of clashing blades.
Leaving Boromir in my dust, I skidded to a halt when I came onto the practice field to see Saffy and Aragorn fighting, then plopped down on the ground to watch them fight.
The rest of the training that day continued much in the same manner that it had started prior to the injuries. Both Saffy and I were given our second blade today, to practice with, making it much easier to get the advantage on Aragorn. Though our blows were weaker, the use of two swords at once made it so that we could defend and strike more quickly than with one blade. When the training had finally ended for the day, it was time for dinner. I felt rather grungy, but just kept going.
Aragorn and Legolas talked at dinner about a training schedule for me. I was supposed to wake up before breakfast and go for a run every morning with Aragorn, which immediately put a damper on training. Then I had training with Aragorn right after breakfast, and would learn to use the bow after lunch. The remaining time was going to be free time, which undoubtedly I was going to spend with the hobbits and Saffy.
Saffy and I both returned to our room rather quickly after dinner and collapsed into the bed. We snuggled up under the covers, waiting in the darkness for exhaustion to make itself known. But in waiting for that point, we did what most any teenage girls do when they are alone, they have girl talk.
"So, when I went to get Boromir and I's cuts taken care of. We were having a conversation and he stopped to look at me, he ended up staring down my shirt and stopped talking." I said with a giggle.
"Wow, DiDi. Your tits have claimed another victim to their hypnotic spell." Saffy said, as she shifted in the bed so that she was no longer using the pillow for its purpose and instead was using my chest.
"Comfortable?" I questioned in a bored tone. I was all too used to this, boobs made nice, soft, squishy pillows. And for that they would always be used for.
"Uh-huh." Saffy responded.
"So, I was thinking. We should definitely mess with Boromir." I said with a slight grin.
"And by mess with him, you mean break his brain." Saffy corrected me, to which I only nodded my head.
"Whatever else would I mean?" I questioned, with mock innocence in my voice.
"How much do you think we should mess with him?" she questioned.
"Hmmm, I dunno. I don't want to be too evil, after all he doesn't really deserve that. But we can definitely have a little fun with him." I said an evil grin spreading across my face.
"Oh, I would think of nothing but. It's only fair." She said, sounding logical in her defense of her idea.
"Saffy, I think I'm falling asleep." I told her as a yawn escaped my mouth.
"Indeed, you seem to be." She said, her voice showing how amused she was.
"Nighty night, love." I said, another yawn breaking through my words.
"You too, darling." She replied, we had both dropped back into our terms of endearment as I fell first into the darkness of sleep.
***End Chapter 5 ***
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