Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own it, just my two criminally insane OCs.

A.N: I have been rather amiss in my duties, do forgive. I decided to put this chapter in to develop Nina and Boromir's friendship. I also wanted to develop the Megan and Nina dynamics as Megan has stuck to the background until now. "" is speaking, '' is thinking and italics is another language, usually Elvish.

A Tackle that would make the All Blacks Proud

I was sitting cross-legged at the base of tree, which was unwise considering that I was a guest among elves that lived in trees. I was writing out the history of Megan for Boromir, but since almost every male elf was in love with her and their hearing was incredible I had to resort to writing it down. I was so busying writing down everything I knew, all my suspicions and my discussion with Galadriel that I failed to hear soft footsteps coming to towards me until a pale hand shot out and snatched the book off me.

"Oi!"

It was Megan, the little, spoiled twat. She gave me an imperious look before turning her eyes toward the book.

"OI! I didn't say that you could read my stuff! Now give it back you spoiled brat."

Megan's eyes flashed dangerously and saw the first few words. Her eyes widened and failed to see me tackle her in a way that would have made the All Blacks proud.

"Hand it over!"

I didn't want to hit her for self-preservation reasons. All the elves would probably bury me if I did hurt her, despite the urge to snap her rotten neck. I decided to end this by squeezing the pressure point between her thumb and forefinger. She gasped in pain and I wrenched the book from her. I shoved her away and stuffed it down my shirt.

"Don't you dare tell him!" hissed Megan.

"Why not?" I countered.

Megan growled angrily, unable to come up with a good answer and I smirked. We glared at each other before she blinked and turned away. She looked furious and upset and I could have sworn she had muttered something. I frowned but said nothing as she walked away.

'What on earth did she say? Something like…"He was meant to be mine"? Weird.'

I finished off the story before getting up and begin the search for Boromir. I wandered around before I ran into Gimli.

"Hiya Gimli!"

Gimli shot me a peculiar look, as if he was considering me before replying.

"'Ello lass. Boromir's over there." He jerked his head in the opposite direction. "Doesn't look too well lass. Might wanna keep an eye on him."

I nodded my thanks and headed off in the direction he had gestured to. I saw him give me that same look before turning. I frowned before dropping myself in front of Boromir. He was looking scared and pale. I could see even darker rings under his eyes and he was constantly twitching and looking around him. He looked up, startled before looking away again.

"Boromir?"

"I can find no peace here. I doubt I will ever find peace until Gondor is safe, until I am home again."

I was a bit frightened by his words. They were spoken in such a way that made it sound as if he was dying a long, slow death. He probably was with the way he was feeling about his home. I was unable to say anything for a moment and so in a pathetic attempt to distract him and I handed him the book that had all the details about Megan in them, along with a few pictures and descriptions of Earth. A list of all the places I wanted to go to, photos of my home in Australia, different walks I had been on, some of New Zealand and a few of where I was living, in Cambridge. I also put in a few more, like a few of my playing sports. We sat in complete silence as I watched Boromir's reaction to the narration I wrote. He looked stunned as he read and a flicker of understanding crossed his face. He then turned to the pages about Earth and smiled. He started to ask me more questions about Australia and the place I was staying at.

"It's very small."

"It is, but I don't need much. Just a bedroom, bathroom, living and a small kitchen. I can study in the library and everything I need is close by. The grounds are fantastic."

"What is the university like?"

"It's called Cambridge. It's one of the oldest universities in the world and is very hard to get in to. You have to get the best of the best marks from your final exams, do well in the interview and be able to pay for it. I got a history and chemistry scholarship. The languages were just an extra bonus."

"What's this sport here?"

"It's a game called rugby. It involves a lot of tackles. I played it when I was seventeen. I got seriously good at tackling. I just tackled Megan yesterday. It was an impressive tackle."

Boromir started laughing that this.

"Impressive."

"Thank you."

I smiled and pulled out my kindle and started to read while Boromir finished off The Book Thief. I had fallen asleep by the time Boromir had finished. He gently shook me awake.

"Huh? Oh, hey Boromir. Enjoy it?"

"Yes, very much so. The ending was very moving."

We discussed the book for an hour or so before moving onto other books we had read before I fell asleep mid-sentence. I was later told that Boromir had stared at me in surprise before stifling a laugh before wondering what the hell to we me. He eventually decided to carry me to bed and leave me there. I woke up the next day, walked up to him and hugged before turning around for breakfast leaving a very startled, red-faced and confused Boromir behind.

'Ah, embarrassing him is great fun.'

During the night I woke suddenly with the feeling that someone was standing over me. I felt nervous and very slowly looked up to see Megan standing over me. I had barely moved so she could not tell that I was awake. She was towering over me, reading the book that I had given to Boromir and reached down to tear out the pages.

'BITCH!'

I tugged at her ankle, forcing her to fall.

"Hands off." I hissed.

She looked terrified but made a move to pull the pages out again, but I pinned her and pushed one of the pressure points in the shoulder, above the collarbone that temporarily paralyses the arm.

"Leave me alone!"

I snarled before shoving her out of my room. I would forget this moment when I woke the next morning and would only remember much, much later.

Galadriel was standing by the shore with her usual gentle smile. She had given everyone a present, excluding me. Megan smirked at this and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing at her. Galadriel's lips twitched very very briefly as she spotted the victorious look Megan was giving me. As we were leaving I ended up between Boromir and Legolas. Boromir and I were biting our lips due to Legolas glaring at Megan flirting with Haldir. It was the funniest sight I had ever seen due to the absolute loss of dignity and how childish it was and yet these thousands of years old elves acting like fifteen year old. I gave an unlady-like snort which made Boromir chuckle. This caught Haldir's attention and for a moment his eyes appeared very clear and sharp. Megan noticed this too and forcefully turned his face away from me.

"Did you…?"

"Yes."

"I wonder why?"

"Hmm." Was the only reply I gave him.

I glanced up at him and we frowned. I saw out of the corner of my eye Legolas eavesdropping on our short conversation. He was frowning slightly before his attention was drawn back to the couple by Megan giggling. Boromir and I rolled our eyes together, at exactly the same. I caught Boromir's eye and we grinned together. We left for the boats and I was paired with Boromir.

'Remember young one, if his life is to be saved then another must be given in exchange.'

I looked back and nodded and soon we were off.

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