Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, I am broke as Hell. I only own my two OCs.

A.N: I am currently doing this story in front of an excellent British police show so it might get a bit mysterious and crime like. Go with it guys. Anyway "" is speaking, '' is thoughts and italics is someone talking another language. Have fun!

Wolves and Secret Sharing

I fell very deeply asleep after dinner was served and woke groggily to Gandalf shaking my arm. "Whaa…?" I said blurrily. Gandalf merely raised an eyebrow and I sat up, feeling slightly more alert before crawling unsteadily to my feet. I must have looked a mess; bloodshot eyes, a huge scowl and all, because Gandalf raised an eyebrow again. I rubbed my eyes and then ran my fingers through my hair before retying it again. I took a breath and then sat on a rock with Gandalf. We sat in companionable silence before Gandalf broke it. "What did you want to talk about?"

"I'm worried…" I trailed off, unsure of what to say.

"Go on."

"I'm worried about whether I should tell someone else about…you know."

Gandalf nodded before we fell into silence again, considering the question. He took out his pipe, stuffed it with weed and then lit it. He inhaled deeply, blew out and then "I think you should tell someone. Just in case something should go wrong." Gandalf's eyes flashed and I realised that he knew that he would likely die in the mines. I swallowed and then turned my attention back to Gandalf.

"Someone you trust. Do you have any evidence to back up your claim? Good. Show it to whoever and if you need help to prove this I'll help."

I breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, just as I heard a twig snap and saw out of the corner of my eye a flash of gold hair. I frowned and was about to go see what it was when Gandalf turned his head sharply in the opposite direction. I frowned and felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I looked towards Gandalf as he rose slightly to stare out in the distance, frowning heavily. There was silence and then Gandalf sat down again. But, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something watching us and I knew that Gandalf felt the same thing. I rubbed the back of my neck and sighed.

Just as our shift was ending I could have sworn I heard a growl. "Gandalf!" He nodded and gestured for me to start a fire while he woke the others. I gathered the logs together and started to lite it with shaking hands. I managed to lite it just as Legolas, Megan (sigh) and Aragorn woke up. Boromir was kicked awake by yours truly. 'I really should not be making crazy jokes at a time like this!'

Boromir woke the hobbits just when we all heard some thunderous growls. I swallowed again and pulled out my throwing knives, shifting oddly enough towards to Boromir who was pulling out his sword and shifting his shield towards his chest. The first one that appeared was huge, shaggy and heavy with coal red eyes. I leapt towards Merry and I threw my knife at it. "Move back towards the fire." Aragorn yelled to the hobbits, who looked terrified. I pulled out the knife and prepared for more. And boy did they come! I was about to run out throwing knives and move onto some daggers when I realised that they were all dead. I was puffing slightly, but I guess that part of it was due to fear. My hands shook slightly as I turned to face the hobbits, who were white as a sheet. I walked over to them and were about to comfort them when I realised that I had a bit of blood on my hand. I turned away and pull out my first aid kit. I wiped the blood away from my hand and saw a small knick on it. I swabbed it and stuck a Band-Aid on it. I collected the knives, cleaned them and the put them away. Gimli was on the next shift with Merry and Pippin so we went to sleep. But, it was an uneasy sleep and it took a long time for anyone to fall asleep.

I woke suddenly and painfully by Megan kicking me in ribs. "What the Hell are you doing?!" I snarled, baring my teeth at that insane cow. She almost recoiled before composing herself and saying in snooty voice "Get up. We're leaving for the mines." She turned away and linked arms with Legolas, much to Aragorn's horror. I stifled a snigger before getting up and dressing. I pulled a brush through my hair and tied it up, pulled on some fresh socks, then boots and jumped up.

"You're looking awfully cheery today." Muttered Boromir.

"Good morning to you too!" I said, grinning. I turned to look at him and felt the smile slip from my face. He looked exhausted and worried. There were dark circles under his eyes, his face was pale and strained and there were lines forming on his face. I could see the growing effect of the ring and I felt anxious. I had actually become friends with Boromir and I knew he was going to die and I couldn't do anything about it. I felt ill at the thought of my friend dying and all happiness I felt before hand vanished. I groaned, stretched, packed up all my stuff and start off with the rest of the group, only just noticing that the corpses of the wolves were gone.

"Will you BE QUIET?" I yelled. Megan was humming So call me maybe. Legolas was the only one who was enjoying it, as the hobbits had gotten sick of it three hours ago. I had asked, politely, a number of times for her to stop. I had nothing much against the song, but the constant singing of it for over four hours so a tad over the top. I was worried for Boromir, I was tired, I was in pain and I was worried about what Megan would do, therefor I did not have to deal her bloody humming. Which was out of tune by the way. I was becoming short tempered and everyone was a good distance away from me. I was also stomping looking furiously at everything and everyone and I knew in the back of my mind that I should hurry up and calm down, but for some stupid, irrational reason I wanted to hold onto my anger. I took a deep breath and rolled my shoulders a few times in an attempt to relax. Aragorn looked over his shoulder at me as if to signal to me 'Calm down!' and I attempted to calm down again. I rubbed at my temples, knowing that I was being completely irrational. Then again I was in a world that wasn't meant to exist, you know, with wizard, elves and evil maniacs with insane rings! Yeah, that's totally normal. I must of looked less furious as Boromir was now walking on my right and Pippin on my left. "Sorry." I muttered. Boromir looked amused at this, while Pippin said, in an incredibly cheerful tone "That's ok Nina. That song was very annoying. Don't you agree Merry?"

"Oh yes. It was very annoying. And what does she mean by "call me"? It is very confusing."

"Megan! What does mph!" I slapped my hand over his mouth and shook my head. He frowned and looked at me in a pleading manner. I hesitated, trying to find an excuse.

"It's… a euphemism for a very rude term."

Boromir slapped a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing and Aragorn's lips twitched. Merry and Pippin pulled "Oh" faces. I think I should have won an Oscar for the straight, serious face I had. We fell into silence for the reach of the walk until we set up camp. Gandalf sat next to me during dinner, making sure that Legolas was distracted by Megan ('Which was very easy.') before he spoke.

"Who will you tell?"

"Boromir."

He nodded and went off to organise the shift while I sat chewing off my lip. I had absolutely no idea what to say.

"Is everything alright?" asked Merry.

I looked down and nodded, feel unwell. Merry, knowing that I was lying silently handed me a bowl of stew before sitting next to Pippin. I was so deep in thought that I failed to notice Boromir sitting down onto the log and watching me very closely.

"Is everything alright Nina?" he asked softly.

I looked up, startled before nodding hesitantly. Boromir's eyes narrowed before he returned to his meal.

"Boromir, you're with Nina. Second shift." We both nodded.

'How the Hell am I going to tell him?'

A.N: Turns out not too be mysterious, thank goodness.

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