Author's Note:
This is the reedited version of Another meeting, with Boromir and Faramir at their correct ages. Enjoy. The next few chapters will be changed to. So i apologize.
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Chapter 16 - Another meeting (re-editted)
After that dream, I had started to feel somewhat suspicious. I mean, it's weird for one to be able to feel pain in your dream especially to be able to actually interact with the other.
Definitely weird… argh… I am having a headache… I groaned as I walked down the corridor and down the stairs, only to find myself nearly alone in the hall, with a few guests, two dwarves and one hooded stranger, sitting around, drinking ale and whispering deeply. I pulled down the top of the hood down further and went to the bar counter, where Marthia was busy wiping mugs and putting them away.
"Why good evening Lady Jacqueline," Marthia said softly and gave a smile, "you must have been quite tired for you to sleep past dinner. I hope you have slept well."
"Yes, I did," I smiled gratefully, "Err… so do I still have my dinner here or do I have to go outside to buy dinner?"
Marthia raised her eyebrow before laughing heartily. "Nonsense dear, of course you will be eating here. After all, you have paid with food and accommodation right? Come, I will make you some dishes. Take a seat; I will serve you within a few minutes perhaps. Do you wish to drink anything?"
"Water… if that's possible Lady Marthia," I said, not wanting to try some ale.
"Just Marthia," the lady smiled before disappearing into the door just beside the ale barrels. I looked around the hall and found an empty table just right beside the window, with a good view of the plains surrounding Minas Tirith. I gave a sigh before thinking back of Frodo and Gandalf.
Frodo… that dream… it felt so real… should I inform Gandalf of this? Speaking which, I wonder if Gandalf is doing okay searching for the information of the Ring… I am sure Gondor's libraries are huge…
I took out my handphone and shifted my weight such that I was sitting in front of the window. I on it and started to take cool scenic views of the plains.
I missed my world… with tall high rise buildings and food chains and shopping centers… it's so different than here… makes me wonder how did I managed to survive in this place for so many months without complaining… especially without my favorite food back home… Mcdonalds… Chicken Rice… Dumpling noodles… I wanna go back home…
I sighed again and looked towards the dark night sky longingly.
I am sighing too much… Always look on the bright side of life, du du du du du du du… always look on the bright sigh of life…. Wait, I smell chicken!
"Here's your dinner Lady Jacqueline. Enjoy." Marthia was beside me and placed a plate of steaming hot chicken leg with potatoes and herbs, before setting down the cup of cool water and my eating utensils. "Just… Jacqueline. I am not that old to be called a Lady…" I said, flushing slightly as I gave my thanks, keeping my handphone away from her view. Marthia laughed before sitting down beside me.
"I have yet to see your face, Jacqueline. My husband says that you will reveal yourself in due time… but you must be a great beauty for you to cover your face and keep your identity unknown."
I sweatdropped at that comment. Me? A great beauty? Hahahahaha! That is like the greatest joke ever in the history of mankind!
"No… No Marthia, I am not a great beauty… its just that… my face will attract unwanted attention and perhaps danger once it is revealed… that's all," I said softly before giving an apologetic smile. "I am sorry but… I shall show my face to you and your husband soon… when there's no one around… just not now."
Marthia gave an understanding nod before prompting me to eat. I took my spoon and took a scoop of the potatoes and a little of the chicken before raising it into my mouth. Soon a tantalizing honey taste filled my senses and I gave a sigh in pleasure.
"This is really good! No wonder why Master Valento said you made the finest dishes of Minas Tirith!" I complimented and took another bite, savoring the chicken. Marthia laughed and I was about to take another bite when suddenly, the entrance door of the inn swung open abruptly, revealing two man-like figures in their hoods. Everyone present in the hall ignored the newcomers and continued their conversations as I stared at the two with mild interest and curiosity.
Just then, Marthia stood up, with a wide smile on her face. I looked at her questionably. She excused herself before walking towards the two hooded figures. I continued to eat my food when I saw the two figures took down their hoods and revealing their faces.
Both of the hooded strangers were in fact teenagers, well one of them seems to be an adult, with burnt orange colored hair. Their features were quite defined and handsome, with well chiseled and clean jaws and bright eyes. The boy on the left was taller than the other, which I presumed was the elder one and his hair was shoulder-length and straight, whereas the younger one had slightly wavy hair but too was shoulder-length. His youthful face looked around curiously.
What's with guys on Middle Earth keeping their hair long!? Don't they have a barber or something here? I thought amusedly, taking a gulp of the water before resuming to my food.
But why do two men come here at the middle of the night? I wonder for what business? But they sure look familiar…
"Master Boromir and Master Faramir! What are you both doing here at such late hours?" Marthia said in surprise as the two men gave a sheepish grin. My spoon dropped to the table with a small thud as I gaped.
You mean those two are THE Boromir and Faramir?!?!?! Oh shit… I groaned in despair as I immediately turned my gaze to the two men who was currently being questioned by Marthia, like how a mother would to her mischievous sons. Come to think of it, they do looked like their older self in the movie, just that…. They are much younger…. Youthful… Oh shit…
Just then, the younger man suddenly turned his head towards me and our eyes locked. I gulped and quickly returned to my food, in big mouthfuls, trying to calm my racing heart.
"Faramir? What's wrong?" A low baritone voice asked. "Nothing brother… I just thought that hooded stranger over there looks somewhat… somewhat familiar that's all…" A reply came from the younger one and my eyes widened at that. Familiar? What does he mean that I look familiar?
Many thoughts raced through my mind as I turned back my gaze slightly only to find the younger man, Faramir still looking at me with a strange look. Marthia noticed this and gave a small smile. "I believed you are making my new guest quite uncomfortable Master Faramir. Come, have a seat, and I shall get you both something warm to drink, ale perhaps?" she asked and the two men nodded before she walked into the bar counter and prepared their orders.
Faramir never left his gaze from mine and he walked towards me. Okay… now I am creep out! What does he want from me?! I thought, feeling slightly intimidated from his gaze.
"Faramir! What are you doing! Don't disturb Marthia's guest!" Boromir hissed, trying to stop his younger brother but Faramir seemed to be entranced. I gulped again when the younger man stood before me and his eyes searching for mine under the darkness of my hood.
"You… I saw you… in my dreams… those eyes…" Faramir whispered softly as I widened my eyes. "What dream?! What do you know of me?" I said shocked, standing up. The teenager stepped back, feeling slightly alarmed, as though broken out of a trance.
What does he mean 'in my dreams'?! I do not understand.
Just then, Faramir was being pulled back by Boromir, who pulled out a sword from his sides and pointed its tip towards my neck. "You better stay away from my brother, stranger, or I will have to hurt you. Who are you and what business do you have in the realm of Gondor. Speak!" Boromir said threateningly, his hold on his sharp sword steady and deadly.
I took a deep shaky breath, trying to calm myself down.
Great, now I have Boromir trying to kill me, how nice... I thought sarcastically as I gave an emotionless stare to the young Boromir.
"My business here and my identity are my own. Who are you to command me to state my business and my identity?" I said in a loud firm voice, not knowing how to say this in a cold manner. If you had someone demanding you with a sword, just inches away from your throat, what would you have done? Besides, my colder and angrier inner self was dying to reveal herself.
"I am Boromir, son of Denethor who is the steward of Gondor and its ruler and a warrior of Gondor," Boromir said, his eyes proud, and he was about to continued further when he was hit hard at the head by Valento, who arrived at the scene.
"By Valar Boromir, do you have to do that to my guest?" Valento cried in alarm as Boromir groaned in pain and clutched his head.
"What did you do that for Uncle Valento!? That stranger is threatening Faramir and his identity is unknown! Of course I will have to demand his name and business here!" Boromir protested, rubbing his head tenderly. I gave a laugh and Boromir snapped his head to me and glared. I rolled my eyes and stifled my laughter. Valento looked towards Faramir, who remained silent throughout.
"I apologize Uncle Valento, it was my fault to begin with. I had somewhat alarmed your guest with my words," Faramir explained softly, looking towards me with an apologetic smile. I relaxed a little.
"It's alright. I guess my appearance alone has been quite suspicious enough to anyone's eye." I said softly and I looked around the hall. "Is it possible if you can ask the rest of the guests to leave the halls to their bed? I wish to reveal myself to the sons of the ruler of Gondor, and also to you and your wife. I believed now is the good time."
Valento gave a hesitant nod and within seconds, the hall was empty and Marthia was beside her husband with a tray of drinks, confused.
"Okay. Master Boromir, you wished to know of my identity right? Then I want you two to keep this a secret. You CANNOT tell this to anyone, including your father, Lord Denethor. Master Valento and Marthia, I will need your utmost truth to keep this to your heart." I said, with a grim smile and the innkeeper nodded.
"What's about your face that needs to remain so secretive, unless of course you are a wanted criminal from other lands who have come to Gondor to hide?" Boromir said with a frown. Faramir hushed his brother.
"I believe once you see my face, I believe you all will understand why," I said finally and ensuring that no one besides them were present in the halls. Sorry Gandalf, seems like I have not much choice in this. I let down my hood after much hesitation.
And there was silence.
"So yeah… now you know why I cannot reveal my face to anyone. To prevent rumors spreading of a girl who looks so different in Middle Earth…" I explained before putting back my hood quickly. I turned to the open-mouthed audience and gave a mock bow, to signal the end of my 'presentation'
"I believed that satisfy you, Master Boromir, son of Denethor." I grinned at him, who closed his mouth and gave a deep blush. I raised my eyebrows.
"I…I… I apologize my lady, for behaving so ungentlemanly. If I had known you are a lady… I would not have…" Boromir stammered, giving a low bow. I sweatdropped mentally and waved off his apology.
"It's alright. You are doing your duty as a man of Gondor. That I understand," I said with an understanding smile. Boromir blushed further in embarrassment before looking down, not saying anymore. I looked towards Faramir, who continued to stare at me.
"You must be Boromir's younger brother then. I see the resemblance between you two. Faramir right?" I asked and Faramir stopped his staring. He gave a shy smile before taking a deep bow.
"I apologize for my brother's action and mine, Milady. Faramir at your service." He said and he took my hand to kiss it gently.
I flushed slightly and pulled back my hand with a jerk, and gave a strained smile. Damn, what's with all the men having to kiss a lady's hand as part of their greeting?! I took a deep sigh and wiped my hand against my cloak.
"Apology accepted. My name's Jacqueline. I am a companion of Gandalf the Grey. We just reached here today, and I am not too fond of people… especially err… men doing such stuff on me," I said awkwardly and Faramir apologized. He nudged towards Boromir, who murmured an apology before looking away from me.
"Pardon me, Lady Jacqueline, but what race of Man are you from?" Valento asked curiously.
"That… … to tell you the truth… I don't belong to any race of Man at all." I said honestly, giving a sheepish grin. "I am in fact… from another world."
"Another world?! Are you telling a joke?" Boromir laughed, looking towards Faramir, but only to receive a stoic expression from him.
"I am sad to say Lord Boromir, it's all quite true," I said solemnly, looking towards the innkeeper and his wife, who looked at me with surprise and doubt. "If you want, you can ask Gandalf if you see him around."
Faramir tugged at his elder brother's long sleeves. "She is telling the truth brother. I saw her, in my dreams. Of a girl from another place coming to Middle Earth," Faramir whispered softly which I heard.
Boromir widened his eyes. "Faramir, what dream?"
He dreamt of my arrival? I thought curiously as I sat back to my seat and take another gulp of water. I motioned Faramir and Boromir to sit down in front of me, who did so hesitantly.
The innkeeper excused himself with his wife, as though giving us some privacy, which I thanked them.
"Relax lord Boromir; I am not the angry or violent type of person. I am quite an easy going person you know." I grinned to Boromir, who narrowed his eyes. "How old are you two may I ask?"
"Twenty-Three."
"eighteen Milady."
I gave a warm smile though inside, I was screaming bloody hell!
"I am seventeen. So… Lord Faramir, or can I call you Faramir? Same for you Boromir?" I asked and both men gave another hesitant nod. I took a deep breathe.
"Alright Faramir, tell me. What do you mean you dreamt of me?"
Faramir looked at me and was hesitant in speaking. Boromir looked towards his younger brother expectantly; perhaps Faramir did not tell him of the dream.
"It… it was nine months ago… … I had this dream… a vision more likely…" Faramir stuttered slightly, his hands come together with a grip. "I heard a voice… a voice telling me this:
Now the time has come,
When Isildur's bane shall waken…
Soon a soul untainted shall come forth,
And two shall be in darkness…
Then, I saw a vision of a world, unlike anything on Middle Earth. With tall strong structures and weaponry unknown… I saw you… in a huge green box, with mirrors in them and you are reading a book… a red book… suddenly the box shook and a bright light burst out… before I could see what happens after that, I woke up, with only the words in my head unforgotten…"
"Repeat that poem once again," I said sharply and Faramir did gladly.
I repeated the poem softly as I tried to decipher the meaning of Faramir's vision. "Now the time has come… when Isildur's bane shall waken…"
Isildur's bane… meaning Frodo's Ring, the One Ruling Ring! Shall waken… meaning the Ring wanting to return to its Master!
"Soon a soul untainted shall come forth…" Untainted soul? Me? You have to be joking. I am no pure soul. I can be quite evil… Wait a minute! Frodo is quite 'pure' in soul too!
"And two shall be in darkness…" Now that sounds ominous. Darkness… and two… what does these two mean? It seems to be a purpose… a purpose of my presence here… and it does not sound promising.
"I believed the vision you saw of the world is where I come from my dear Faramir. Earth is what we call it. It's quite unlike Middle Earth as you saw in your… vision. It seems that you saw how I come to this world… you can be quite a seer Faramir, son of Denethor, a strange yet powerful gift. I thanked you for sharing me this," I said finally, giving a grateful smile to the younger man who nodded stiffly and as though in relief.
Somehow, it seems as though Faramir can receive visions… isn't he the one who have received the vision of the arrival of Frodo at Rivendell?
I took a good look at Faramir who was currently being err… interrogated by Boromir on the dream. The two of them… to think I would meet them at this age… but for what purpose?
I took my spoon and resumed eating my now cold meal, thinking thoughtfully at the poem. I looked towards the two men and a warm feeling entered my heart. Somehow, they reminded me so much of my brothers… I wonder how they are now…
"You two… since I have told you my secret, will you swore to keep this to your heart? And never to tell anyone, as men in honor?" I asked solemnly, and the two men looked at me hesitantly.
There was a great deal of whispering between the two as I waited patiently.
"Brother, we should keep her secret and honor our oath."
"Are you crazy Faramir, what if she's lying? What if it's all trickery by the enemy of Mordor? Who knows what new plans and treachery is brewing in Mordor… we must be weary!"
"I will vouch for that Brother that she's not lying. Her eyes spoke nothing but the truth."
"But why must this not to be told to Father as she said? She must be hiding something from us!"
"She has to have some reason for that. Perhaps some enemy is after her."
After a moment of silence, the two boys gave a nod. I gave a wide grin and stretched out my hand.
"Since you know of my dark secret… then I believe we should be friends. If that is, you do not want to of course, to be friends with a mysterious stranger?"
Faramir looked at my hand and took it without hesitation. "No milady. I am honored to be your friend, your secret is safe with me," he smiled assuringly and shook my hand. I returned the smile gratefully and turned to Boromir, who was looking at me doubtfully.
"What if you are indeed a spy from Mordor? There are rumors around of Mordor coming to life and the dark lord regaining his army, why should we trust you?"
I gave a hearty laugh and relaxed further into my seat.
"I believed Mordor do not have females in their armies, only orcs and… other creatures that we may not know. Do I look like an orc to you Boromir? Besides, I have revealed to you my secret, something that I have sworn to never to reveal. Also, I did not attack you and your brother like how an orc or whatever creatures from Mordor should and I bore no weapons. So, do I have your trust then?"
Boromir looked at me, wide mouth, before looking thoughtfully and after much pause, he gave a small nod. "But I will be watching you… to make sure," he said at last, before getting a kick from Faramir.
"I have to be sure Faramir," Boromir protested and Faramir shook his head.
"Alright, you can do what you please. That settles it then," I grinned widely," lets have a toast to our new friendship!" With that, I raised my cup up towards them and the two men followed with their mugs left by Marthia.
"You know Faramir, this is the first we have befriended a lady…," Boromir said, turning to his younger brother. Faramir laughed. "Same here brother, we only have maids who serve us, but never friends. Perhaps only like mothers… and the ladies we met in the city, they always giggled around us for no reason," he agreed and I grinned at that.
"As for me, its… well considered the first to have friends of such err… age. Well, to the heck of age and gender! It's a joyous occasion. From now on, let's be great friends and perhaps companions." I said cheerfully and the three of us toasted and drank the content.
"Oh yes, speaking which, why are you two men here so late in the night?" I asked curiously, only to receive silence from the two men.
I raised my eyebrows.
"Well… Lady Jacqueline, we had just returned from Minas Morgul… to check on the enemy. It seems that the enemy of Mordor has placed more minions there… for whatever reason I do not know…" Faramir whispered. Boromir looked out of the window grimly. I could see his armor shone slightly against the light emitting from the candle beneath his cloak, scratches and dents could be seen on them, as though many weapons and battles have been experienced by it.
"Well, is it possible to ask you two to give me a tour of Minas Tirith?" I asked, receiving attention from the both of them.
"A tour?" Boromir echoed and I nodded excitedly.
"Well, it's my first trip here and I have never seen much of the city's magnificence and beauty… and I thought since you two have lived here all your life, perhaps… you two can show me around. I am quite interested in the city's history and culture," I explained, and also to get to know you two better hopefully and gain your trust.
Boromir looked at me thoughtfully. "Well… what do you think Faramir?" He asked, turning to his brother who grinned at him.
"I say why now Brother. Besides, it will be a good chance to know our new friend better, won't you say?" Faramir answered with a twinkle in his eyes. Boromir laughed and shook his head before turning towards me.
"I am only doing this because Faramir trusts you a lot and for your interest in our city and nothing else. You still have much to prove for you to have my friendship." He said, before giving a good-natured grin and gulping down the rest of his drink. I laughed and thanked the two brothers.
"So Lady Jacqueline, can you tell me more of your world? I am quite curious of it," Faramir said, his voice filled with excitement and I did.
"I believed it's time for our two young lords to return to their father, Lady Jacqueline. I am sure, Lord Denethor is waiting for your return at the tower you two for quite a long time," Valento said, looking disapprovingly to Boromir and Faramir, who squirmed under his gaze. I laughed and nodded.
"I am sorry Uncle Valento, we have been very busy with our duties and we missed you and Marthia a lot," Boromir said in remorse, lowering his head. Valento gave a low laugh and ruffled their hair fondly as though they were children. "You can always visit the two of us again. But now you will have to face the wraith of your father when you two return," he said, and the two men groaned in remorse. I looked at the scene with amusement. To think those two men would act like children in front of Valento and Marthia. That's new.
"Well then, I shall be waiting for your arrival to the inn then and your tour." I smiled and the two men laughed and nodded. "Then I shall see you two boys off at the watch gate then," Valento said and went to take a lamp in his hand.
With a deep bow to me and a nod to Marthia, the two men put on back their hoods and left the inn in the darkness with Valento.
"How do you find Master Boromir and Master Faramir, Jacqueline?" Marthia asked, her head cocked to one side towards me.
"It will be a long time for me to gain their trust, especially Boromir," I laughed. Marthia smiled and she wiped her hands with her apron.
"Can you tell me more of them… and their parents Marthia?" I asked.
Marthia sat down beside me and began their story.
"Lord Denethor is a proud man, tall, valiant and more kingly than any man that had appeared in Gondor. He was also wise, far-sighted and well-versed in lore. He had done much for Minas Tirith and our people. He married Lady Findulias, daughter of Adrahil of Dol Amroth at the year 2976. I could still remember the wedding that day, when I caught a glimpse of her in my youth. She was a lady of great beauty, far beautiful than any woman in Gondor and with a gentle heart. They were a perfect and loving couple those two…"
I gave a knowing smile as Marthia smiled at her memories.
"Lord Denethor loves her deeply. But alas, Lady Findulias, the two's mother died at a young age, five years after the birth of Faramir, like a flower wilting upon a barren rock, passed away in the guarded city. I heard that she always looked ever to the south, to the seas where she belongs, not to the east where the shadows of Mordor is. Her death brought much distress to the people, especially those who loved her as their queen. But after her death, Lord Denethor grew grim and silent, locked himself away in the tower of Ecthelion ever since, together with his sons… only at occasions do he let them roam about the city…"
"Ever since their mother's death, the two boys were brought up to what they are now, honorable, compassionate and young leaders for the city by their father. But, Lord Denethor favored his elder son more than the other… a sad tale for Faramir, who never received much of his father's love…" She said and I softened my eyes, understanding the life Faramir was living in.
"Don't he feel jealous of Boromir?" I asked.
"Of course not," Marthia said, "luckily those two boys shared a brotherly bond far deeper than you can ever imagine…"
I smiled at that and sighed in relief. That I am glad to hear.
"I see… But how did you and Master Valento come to know the two?"
Marthia gave a hearty laugh and gave a wink to me. "If I tell you all about those two boys, I believe you might not get a sleep, for I have much stories and information of those two to share."
"Bring it on Marthia; I have all the time to spare."
I returned to my now lit room, feeling weary and yet full of the meal and the events taking place.
I learned much of Boromir and Faramir from Marthia. It seems that those two happened to chance upon the inn one day when they were children, led in by Boromir and they wanted to rent a room for a night.
Valento of course was curious and asked for a reason why, and their answer was to feel Minas Tirith with the people. Of course Valento did not allow, after all, they were young and without their parents and he demanded who were their parents, only to realize that they were the sons of the Steward of Gondor.
Although he sent them back to their father who was quite devastated at their disappearance, the two continued to sneak out of the tower to visit Valento and his wife, who had grown to love those two as their own.
Marthia told me much tales and pranks done by the two in the inn, which often left me laughing. Like one incident when Boromir tried to serve a guest with ale, instead he tripped and landed the mug on the Captain of Gondor's army, who happened to be there. Then after which, the Captain brought the two back home, without telling their father where they been to of course, saying that they had accompanied him to the borders to learn the ways to be a warrior of Gondor last minute.
I gave another small smile and went to my sack. I was about to take out my things and arranged them in my new room when suddenly there was a cold breeze blowing behind me. I shivered at that and was about to walk to the window and see the scenic view of the plains again when I realized that the window was closed.
Okay… that's freaky. First the ghost child at Bree and now this… I thought, feeling slightly frightened. No worry, I have light here. No need to be afraid…
Suddenly the candles blew out and the room was overcome by darkness.
Now that's UNCOOL. I immediately took out my handphone and on it. The screen brightened, providing me a small source of light. I was about to get out of this creepy room and ask Marthia for some fire and if did anyone died here, when I heard a soft giggle at the direction to the bed.
"There's no need to be afraid."
I froze, my breath hitched up. I turned behind slowly and my eyes widened. There, sitting on the center of the bed, is the same girl I saw at Bree. Her deathly pale plump face luminous against the darkness, her black bottomless eyes looked at me in an emotion I could not put my hand to. She wore a simple white dress that reached to her knee and her shoulder length hair was loosely framing her face.
"Why are you not talking?" She asked and I gulped. She gave a serene smile before jumping off my bed and walked towards me with slow agonizing steps.
"Who… who are you? I saw you… in Bree." I stuttered, my heart racing at every step she took, "You are not a ghost aren't you?"
"Haha, of course not. More like a spirit." She said and she halted in her steps just a few centimeters from me. She looked up to me and bore her eyes to mine. Somehow or the other, I feel like I am in this horror movie, the Ring. My mind became numb and I could not bring myself to speak.
"What… What do you want with me? What do you mean that the book has returned to its rightful place on Middle Earth? Answer me!" I cried finally, and the girl just laughed.
"I have nothing with you… I am merely a guide, a guide of the dimension that linked both worlds. The magic of the book that brought you here had been used up and had used its last ounce of its magic to return back here. To the dark lord's side."
"Then… you are at Sauron's side then?" I said, fearing for myself.
"Do not worry, I am not bounded to anyone or taking to any sides. I am merely a path for you to pass through when you used that book. Nothing else, and oh yes, to be an eye-witness to the events unfolding with your presence here. I am neither an enemy nor ally. Though… I do know the purpose of you being here…"
"Then tell me what you know! Of my purpose, Spirit!" I demanded, trying to grab the girl's clothes but only to be weaving air. I gaped at the coldness.
"You can never touch me. Have you forgotten I am a spirit?" laughed the girl, "besides, it will not be fun if I just tell you your purpose here right now. I will be quite bored."
I rolled my eyes. So I am also an entertainment to a ghost?! How lucky.
"But there is one thing I am utmost curious about," she said, giving me a death-like smile, "aren't you worried at all whether if you will be returning to your world? It seems like you are having fun on Middle Earth."
"Of course I am worried… but that is not my real problem now…" I whispered as I turned to the door and turned the knob. I thought back of Sauron, Frodo, Gandalf and the one Ring. I sighed. Yes… that's not the least of my problems now… I cannot abandon these people who have become a family and a part of me…
"Wait, are you trying to tell me that I will be stuck here till the end of the entire thing? Is there any way to return to my world besides the book?" I asked, turning behind, only to find the girl had disappeared like the breeze. Just then, a whisper was heard.
"Your purpose…once it has been fulfilled, then your answer shall come…
Soon a soul untainted shall come forth,
And two shall be in darkness…
There is still much to happen…"
After that, my world was enveloped into darkness…