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Post by Laurasia on Jun 16, 2005 17:51:31 GMT -5
~Boromir~
Finally! Rivendell at last. It seems as though I have been riding forever just to find this haven. And such a painful ride. A ride I never even wanted to take. More than orcs hindered my travel. My heart was working against me as well.
I wonder if he is okay. If father has broken his will to serve yet? I didn't want to leave them, any of them. What will happen to my countrymen if father succeeds in destroying his will? If they have no captain to guide them?
These are the sorts of things that, more than once, tested my will to continue further. I wanted nothing more than to return to Gondor & celebrate with my countrymen, with my family.
Yet I kid myself. Yes, these questions & longings have weighed heavily on my heart. However, the true hinderance has been fear. Not fear of orcs, fear of resistance from the others, or even fear of failure. But fear of success. I fear doing what he asks of me. I fear possessing the One Ring.
I know that father believes I am a strong enough man to resist it. However, I know myself better than that. I relish battle. I love the feeling of being able to protect those whom I love & I know that the ring will be aware of those things within me. I know that it will use those things against my own will. ~sigh~
How I wish father would have allowed Faramir to come in my stead. He is much stronger than I in such ways. Though to father Faramir's strengths are nothing more than his weaknesses. How I wish that he could open his heart to Faramir.
He could resist the One Ring much more efficiently than I could. His own will to serve & please father would most likely prevent him from keeping it. But me...
No! I've come too far to turn back now. I have to get the ring to Gondor somehow. Hopefully the council will see my reasoning for taking the ring to Gondor. They have to be able to see that the only way to destroy the Dark Lord is with his own weapon. I pray that whomever is holding the ring now will be able to see this & simply agree to accompany me back to Gondor. That way, I won't have to worry about my own desires overtaking me. That way, I won't have to bear that burden. I only hope that they can see.
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Post by Brandybuck on Sept 24, 2005 20:06:49 GMT -5
~Pippin~
At long last Rivendell is within sight! Oh, I hope Frodo is allright. I can still see what happened so clearly in my mind. Merry, Sam and I were enjoying a nice meal on top of that large hill...I think it was called Weathertop?? It was mighty difficult to climb anyway. Back to the meal we were having. Frodo jumped up, yelled at us, and then he stomped ash into my tomatoes. At first I was in anguish, not knowing why he would do such a thing, especially since we saved him a bit. It was then that I realized our mistake.
Those horrible wraiths in their black cloaks began screaming in the night, making my blood run cold. I began to shake uncontollably, and covered my ears. I might have fainted too, had it not been for Merry. He shook me, and told me to draw my blade. Lucky for us, that man Strider had given us those, eh? They were now coming toward us..it seemed like hundreds of them. The only thing we could do was run to the very center of the stones and stand back to back, and try to defend Frodo , even if it meant losing our lives. *shivers* But I lost my nerve. When one of them drew his blade, and came toward Merry and I , I froze. So much fear..so much doubt ran through my mind. We are all going to die, and it will be the end of the world because we failed. My idea to cook a meal!! Why now? I wasn't truly starving..just a little rumble in my stomach, and now we were all going to perish.
The next thing I saw will haunt me for the rest of my days...that horrible creature stabbed Frodo. I was powerless. Merry was powerless. Sam was powerless. Then, by some hidden grace, Strider reappeared with what looked like a flaming sword. They were all afraid of it..most of them ran, but the brave ones should have ran too. Strider showed no mercy, and slashed his fire-weapon at them. We were soon safe, if only for the moment. Sam begged Strider to heal Frodo, but he insisted that we had to get him to Rivendell, or he would not survive.
For two days I kept looking for this Rivendell, hoping that it was just around the next curve. Frodo was dying. I did not want to admit it, but I knew it just the same. Sam spent his time either crying or asking Strider how much farther we had to go. Merry said very little, which scared me. If Merry was that afraid, it was for good reason. It wasn't until the Elf-princess came that I regained hope for Frodo. She was an Elf after all, form Rivendell. She would never let him die..Elves could heal anything. She spoke with Strider in (I think) Elvish, but what they said I do not know. She proceeded to take off with him into the night. Even though Sam was upset, I knew that this was Frodo's only hope. "Ride fast!" I kept thinking to myself. "Get him to Rivendell. There he will be saved." It seemed an eternity after that before I got my first glimpse of this beautiful city. If it were any other time, I would be looking forward to a meal, and seeing the Elves. But not now. I am so scared for Frodo. My stomach is in knots. Please let him live. It will be my fault if he dies.
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Post by Laurasia on Sept 26, 2005 13:59:26 GMT -5
~Boromir~
Just as was handing off the reins of my weary horse to one of the resident Elves I notice two others entering the Elvish haven. One is a stout-looking Dwarf, seemingly just as focused on his own longing for the Ring as I am. I cannot let the Ring go to the Dwarves. They would simply stow it away & hide deep underground with it, not wanting anyone else to know of their great "treasure".
The other is an Elf, much lighter than the ones residing here. I assume that he has come from another Elvish stronghold to claim the One Ring as well. They musn't have it. They would only use the Ring to save their own kind. And if they were unable to that they would simply take it back to the Undying Lands with them, leaving the Race of Men to suffer & die under the wrath of Sauron.
I wonder though...Would Elrond himself not rather give the Ring to another of his own kind if he does indeed decide to let the Ring leave Rivendell. But...he is a great Lord amongst his kind & not so naive as the younger members of his race. Perhaps he will be able to understand the plight of Men. Then again, he was the one who wanted the Ring destroyed when it was first captured by Isildur. Oh, what am I supposed to do?
I have to find the Ring-Bearer before the actual Council. I have to convince him to come with me. It is the only way. I'll never be able to convince the others to bring the Ring to Gondor. But if the ing-Bearer himself were to agree to follow...How could they refuse? I need to find the Ring-Bearer...and soon.
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Post by Brandybuck on Sept 26, 2005 17:58:58 GMT -5
~Frodo~
Gandalf! Gandalf, please help me! I do not know where I am or why I feel this overwhelming despair. The pain, I do not know how long I can stand it. I cannot speak, even though others are calling my name. I can tell that they are in deep distress, and I long to help them..but I cannot. I am seeing things that make me want to just enter complete blackness and never return. The gray, whispy shadows are calling out to me in their greed for this ring which I wish I never laid eyes on. Oh, how I wish I could give it to them, but something is holding me back. I see...
Light! Oh, such brilliant light as I have never before experienced. It is a beautiful woman, and she is summoning me back to the waking world. I begin to move closer to her soothing voice, but alas! The phantoms have noticed her approach..no, I cannot go to her even though my heart deeply desires it. No, I must accompany the dark entities to the Void...then I can get rid of this accursed ring. Then the Dark Lord will let me come back. He will spare me the terrible pain that I now suffer. I have to believe him. He calls to me : "Bring me what is mine, and ye shall be immensly rewarded."
Gandalf! Why didn't you come? Where is Strider? Where are my friends? Please help me! I cannot see any longer. Even the phantoms have dispersed! I am in complete darkness now!! Help me...
Someone is calling. It is a man's commanding voice. This voice is much stronger than the woman's. I feel that I must obey this man, and return to the Light. The Light begans to get brighter...
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Post by Brandybuck on Sept 29, 2005 20:15:45 GMT -5
~Pippin~
I think Strider could read my thoughts. He laid a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Pippin, it is no fault of yours what happened to Frodo. Some things are just meant to occur. Try not to fret. Frodo is in the best care that he can possible receive. Master Elrond is a very powerful Healer, whose skills are legendary even among his own people." With these words, he smiled at me and proceeded to walk towards the Silver Gate. I think it was at that moment that I knew that I would love Strider all of my life.
Even though Strider's words warmed my heart, a chill is still upon me. Merry still looks very much as if he is deep in thought. My eyes begin to water as I glance at Sam. He is trying to be so strong for Frodo's sake, but he cannot quell his sadness. I look up at Strider as if he could heal Sam's heart with his wise words. However, Strider seems to be very intent on the gate that draws ever closer. I want to ask him who Elrond is exactly, but something tells me that now is not the time. We continue on not speaking. As upset as I feel, my stomach begins to growl very loudly. Once again, I look up at Strider, expecting nothing short of a look of exasperation. Instead, I see a smile that he tries to hide. I feel better knowing that he feels a little better. I know I should not be thinking of this now, but I will be very happy when I can eat supper.
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Post by Laurasia on Sept 29, 2005 21:04:42 GMT -5
~Boromir~
Rivendell was beautiful, there was no doubt about that. However home was infinately more appealing. While Minas Tirith did not have the Elvish elegance & sense of serenity that was present here, it was much more comforting for a man such as himself. It's tall towers, loud Men, constant training...All of these things were home for him. While it was nice to visit Rivendell Boromir could have never lived here, & not simply because he was awat from his countrymen & family. It was too quiet here...too peaceful. It unnerved him ironically. To be in a place where Mordor was not looming overhead. Where there seemingly was no possibility of a sneak attack from Sauron's forces.
In Gondor the Enemy is your neighbor. You can see the Enemies' temperment, hear the Enemies' rage, feel his presence. Besides it much harder to sneak up upon someone when they are looking right at you. Here it seemed as though they were unaware of Sauron's horrible presence within Middle-Earth. And perhaps that was were the problem lied.
Since Boromir had been raised in Sauron's shadow, he had grown accustomed to the constant presence. Was able to sense any chances in the temperment of Mordor itself & he drew unconscious comfort from that. But here he was disconnected from that presence. He was blind to what the Enemy was doing, was thinking. He could not judge his actions & was therefore vulnerable. How he hated this feeling. He needed to get back home. Needed to know what was going on. He couldn't stand to be out of the fray. But alas, by pulling himself out he would be able to bring the weapon that would turn the tide for Gondor. Then they could regroup & simply wait for Sauron to make his move. And when he did finally strike, he would be cut down by his own weapon & Gondor would regain its lost glory.
As he was walking the grounds seemingly admiring the scenery, but actually trying to glean some insight as to the whereabouts of the Ringbearer, he came to a cliff that overlooked the valley that he & the others had rode through to get to this haven. The sight was breathetaking. Miles of trees upon rolling mountains that surrounded the Elvish oasis that seemed to be perpetually in the peak of fall with their myriad of colors. A high waterfall stumbled down to the river below off in the distance to the west. Boromirs' thoughts began to drift to Osgiliath & his brother Faramir, with all of his men camped along the rivers edge to watch for any sigh of movement from the Enemy.
His attention was brought back to the here & now when he picked up a voice that was barely audible due to its distance. He scanned the area searching for the speaker & saw what appeared to be a Man & 3 children walking across the valley towards the Elvish city. He noticed that the children were surprisingly quiet for ones so young & he supposed that they must have been travelling for some time & were just as tired as himself. What peaked his interest the most was the presence of another Man. Surely his father hadn't sent others with him.
His eyes darkened a bit suddenly when a thought crossed his mind. Rohan. King Theoden must have surely sent one of the Riddermark to try & claim the Ring for his country. That would never happen. Boromir would personally see to that. It was Gondorian blood that was being spilt in this war, not Rohirric. He watched as the four entered through the gate & quickly turned to go down & have a better look at these newcomers.
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Post by Brandybuck on Sept 30, 2005 21:17:00 GMT -5
~Pippin~
We are now approaching the city very slowly. Strider seemed to have caught a glimpse of something in the front of us. Suddenly, he stopped completely. He held out his arm to prevent us from walking any farther. He narrowed his eyes at a figure standing at the top of the cliff overlooking the valley. I noticed that his hand was sitting over where he kept his sword. I do not think that he knows whomever that is up there. It cannot be an enemy, right? This place is much to peaceful to allow the enemy harbor. Would not the Elves be out here shooting the stranger down if he were dangerous? I glance at Merry to gauge his reaction. Merry is staring with interest at the figure. So, Merry isn't nervous..no reason for me to be either. *sighs with relief*
I glance up once again at Strider. "Is that an Elf?" I find myself straining to see if I can notice the legendary pointy ears Elves are said to have, but the distance is too great. Strider never removes his eyes from that which is atop the cliff. "No, Pippin it is a Man like myself." I smiled widely at this. "Oh, good, then he is a friend of yours, right?" Strider narowed his eyes even more until they looked closed. "No, I do not recognize him, at least not from this distance. Come, we must get closer. However, I do not believe that there is any reason to fear him. " He seemed to look at me like I were a child. "Just the three of you will do best to let me do the talking, all right?" I nodded my head in agreement. Merry and Sam also nodded.
As we continued to walk through the valley, the Man became much clearer to me. I put my hand over my brow to block some of the sun. I think that I once heard Strider release a sigh of relief, but I cannot be too sure. Maybe he finally recognized him. All I can see of him is that he is a very large man...not roundwise like Gaffer, but broad and strong. He looks a lot like the warrior Kings in Bilbo's old tales. Maybe he is a King. I never met a King before. I find myself becoming very excited at the prospect that this could, in fact, be a powerful warrior King of his people. Also, at the fact that where there are members of the Court present, there will be plenty of rich food to be eaten. I feel my smile grow wider.
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Post by Brandybuck on Sept 30, 2005 21:31:13 GMT -5
~Frodo~
The light burns my eyes terribly! I cannot even stand to keep them open. My hearing becomes very keen because I do not know where I am. I hear the low sounds of soft voices speaking to each other. I feel no fear here. This is a good place...but what troubles me is how I got here. I try to open my mouth to ask questions of the soft-toned speakers, but my lips will not part. Still, I am not afraid. I receive a pleasing smell of an incense. It relaxes me even more so that I want to cry from relief. I have been so afraid, and now I feel no threat of malice.
My heart still burns for Gandalf. Why wasn't he at The Prancing Pony? Why isn't he here, trying to awaken me so that I can go home? Suddenly, I felt the fear return. What if I am dead? Is that why I cannot see, cannot speak, or hear the voices clearly? I hear a moan from very close to me. I feel a cool hand on my brow, with whisperings in one of the Elvish tongues. "Fret not here, little one. You are quite safe within this Realm. You are not in the Shadow-World. We are looking after you...rest now and regain your strength." It was the same man's voice that called me to the light, I am sure of it.
I decide to trust in that beautiful voice...I begin to drift back into sleep, this time without the Wraiths who have haunted my dreams before.
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Post by Laurasia on Oct 15, 2005 16:26:02 GMT -5
~Boromir~
Boromir thought of what he might say to this Rohirric Man once introductions were made. He mustn't seem too eager, yet he must remain firm. The Ring would go to Gondor, not Rohan. Though Gondor & Rohan weren't on the best of terms he couldn't do anything to make it seem as though he harbored the newcomer any ill-will.
As he caught sight of the others his pace slowed. This Man was not from Rohan, he was a Ranger. And the other 3 with him were definately not Men, they seemed more like children. However, he could tell that they weren't children. Dwarves perhaps...But no, they weren't sturdy enough, gruff enough. He looked at them with confusion.
In the back of his mind he faguely remembered hearing of a race called Halflings. He couldn't recall where they came from & had believed them to be fairytales, but here they were standing in front of him. Halflings. For a long moment he just stared not knowing what to say. He nodded his head towards the man in greeting. He mentally noted that the man seemed just as guarded as he was & turned her attention back to the Halflings.
One was much rounder than the other two & seemed preoccupied to an enormous degree. He was prattling off to the man about someone named Frodo. So there is another Halfling. Why is he not with his companions? How did he come to rivendell alone? Could this Frodo be the elusive Ringbearer?" Boromir thought to himself. He snapped himself back out of his thoughts. The other two Halflings were keeping close together. One seemed much younger than the other & was smiling as though awaiting a prize of some sort.
Boromir bent down on one knee to bring himself closer to the Halflings level. "Good day. I am Boromir. I've come here from the land of Gondor. Where do you hail from?" He paused & looked down before asking his next question. he brought his eyes back up to the little ones. "If I may ask, you are a Halfling correct?"
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Post by Brandybuck on Oct 15, 2005 17:33:54 GMT -5
~Pippin~
We were finally close enough to the Man, so close in fact, that I could tell that he is staring at his. We are used to the Big Folk staring at us, that is true, but this Man doesn't look at us like we are beneath him. He just looks curious. I see a smile pass over his face as we approach. Okay, I thought, this Man and Strider must talk and we are not supposed to say anything. I really want to talk to him however. To my astonishment, he does not speak to Strider...instead he knelt to our level. "Good day. I am Boromir. I've come here from the land of Gondor. Where do you hail from? " He seemed to be speaking directly to me. I didn't know what to do. I am not supposed to speak to the stranger. I do not want to anger Strider, so I glance to him for instruction. Strider says nothing, but nods his head that I may answer the man. I open my mouth to speak, but the Man speaks again. "If I may ask, you are a Halfling correct?"
I noticed that the Man ..Boromir..had looked to the ground before asking this next question. He looks very uneasy, as to where he is afraid to offend us. I answer in kind. "Yes, sir, we are Halflings. We hail from the Shire which is far from here. We have lived there all of our lives." He stops speaking to gauge the Man Boromir's reaction. His expression seemed to soften a bit, so I decide to continue "Where is Gondor, sir?" I hope that I do not sound too stupid. In fact, I feel that the Man Boromir may very well laugh in our faces and spit on our feet like the Men that we saw in Bree did. But this Man was quiet, and did not look to harm us.
I look up once again to Strider. A look of recognition seemed to pass over his face, but it was gone as quickly as it had come. Hey, I thought to myself, Strider knows this Man Boromir, but he doesn't want him to know it. Strider steps forward. "Good day. I am called Strider. I am one of the Rangers from the North Country. We have come to Rivendell in haste. One of our companions has fallen ill and we must see to his condition immediately. I feel that more formal introductions can be made on the way there. Would you mind walking along with us as we talk, Boromir?"
I look to the Man Boromir, hoping that he will join us. I f he says no, we may never see him again..
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Post by Laurasia on Oct 15, 2005 20:32:52 GMT -5
~Boromir~
The little Halfling seemed so nervous. He even forgot to give Boromir his name. He chuckled slightly. "The Shire eh? I can't say that I've heard much of it. Gondor now, that is far to the East. It's a lovely country & it's capital city Minas Tirith, my home, is magnificent. Perhaps you shall come to see it someday." He smiled warmly. "Alas, you've forgotten to give me your name little Halfling."
Just then the man Strider made his own introductions. "Strider? Boromir of Gondor," he says with a nod. "Indeed I would enjoy the company. It has been a rather lonely ride from home. He has fallen ill you say? So ill that a Ranger would be at a loss for how to heal him? I certainly do feel for him then."
He turned to be sure that the three Halflings were following them. They were so small, he would not want to leave them unattended in case they should have need of them. He was glad to see that they were,in fact, following behind the two of them. He relaxed & turned his attention back to Strider.
"So, how is it that a Man & four Halflings wind up travelling together? I had always thought them to be fairytales. However, they are very real & I assume the tales I heard of them are as well. I've always heard that they are a rather isolated people that did not take well to other Races." He glanced back at the smallest Halfling & smiled slightly at the innocence that he practically shone with.
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Post by twilight on Oct 15, 2005 20:48:48 GMT -5
~Arwen~
My heart is uneasy. It was only a few days ago that I brought the Ringbearer from the Wild, and the others have not yet returned. If all is well, they should soon be drawing near, but I can only hope that all is well with them. I rode towards Rivendell at the highest speed, but Frodo was just barely saved from the wraiths; they pounded after us as we fled to the river, but they could not outrun the horse of the my people, and no enemy can cross the River to enter this haven! But even when we were safe in Rivendell, I feared that Frodo might be lost to the shadows. He did indeed come very near to succumbing to them, and wandered long in a restless delirium but my father brought him back to this world and he is safe now, but still resting. He must be weary from such a wound. I worry for Aragorn as well. He is a strong Man and has wandered the Wild in peril often before this. I believe he will be safe, and can keep the other Halflings safe until they cross the river; the wraiths’ horses were washed away and their Riders will be hindered without them. But Aragorn is the heir of Isildur, and as the year darkens, I fear ever more for him. He will play a part in the coming war and will lead Men to defeat Sauron. I only hope that the power of Numenor that runs in his blood, and the grace of the Valar will shield him and bring him through the darkness to the light. I hope then that we can at last be together; I would reject the immortal life of my father, and turn from the path to Valinor making instead the choice of Luthien Tinuviel who died with Beren, the mortal Man that she loved. I only hope the darkness does not sunder us and make my choice fruitless and bitter, as it would be if my love should die. Where are you Aragorn?
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Post by Brandybuck on Oct 16, 2005 0:56:14 GMT -5
~ Aragorn~
My mood has brightened considerably at the fact that we are finally within Rivendell's boundaries. I set out to guide the Halflings here in safety, but alas, one of them almost gets killed on Weathertop. I knew the dangers, of course. The Halflings, however in their innocence did not seem to grasp the importance of what I spoke to them of the Ringwraiths. One of them has paid dearly. I need to see Frodo..to know that he has survived. I feel in my heart that he has not succumbed to the darkness. I entrusted him into the care of Arwen, and if anyone could have brought him to this fine city in time, it would be her. I felt a kind of helplessness at not being able to heal Frodo myself, but the wound was just too terrible.
I know that we have a matter of most importance ahead of us..what to do with the Ring. It must be destroyed of course, no one can wield it but Sauron...I wonder who will take it. I certainly want no part of the Ring..my forebearer payed a terrible price for his greed and lust, and death came upon Isildur. I shiver at the thought that it is indeed my fate to succumb to my inner demons.
When we approach the city, my heart tenses at the sight of a man coming into view. However the man turns out to be Boromir, and I cannot hide the sigh of relief that escapes me. I have heard tell of the strength of Boromir, and he has defeated many foes for the glory of Gondor. From all accounts, he is a very valiant man. Surely, hopefully, he will see that the Ring must be destroyed as well. I am thankful that there is another to represent Men to attend the Council. He seems friendly and curious enough. I gladly ask him to walk with us the rest of the way to the city.
"There are not many who know much of the Halflings, Boromir. The majority of their race now reside in the Shire and in the village of Bree, though there are still a few wandering Hobbits around. They do not take to outsiders, so if they seem a little aloof to you, do not take it as rudeness." I had noticed that Sam was staring at Boromir with contempt. No doubt he wants to see Frodo..they all do. I begin to pick up my pace hoping that the Hobbits can keep up. "I have been the Halflings'' guide..to lead them here to Rivendell. One of them is to attend the Council, and he has been gravely injured. On Weathertop, we were besieged by Nazgul. Frodo was stabbed by a Morgul blade. Due to the severity of the wound, I could do little to help him. I knew that we had to get to Rivendell with the quickest step that we could. However, Frodo never would have made the journey on foot. I was fortunate that a very good friend of mine happened by on horseback, and I entrusted her to take Frodo with all haste to Rivendell where he could receive Elvish medicine. Now I need to inquire as to whether she succeeded in arriving here in time. The other three gentlemen that you see behind me are Frodo's companions who have chosen to come with him even into the greatest dangers." I halt for a moment so that Boromir can properly meet the Hobbits. " The smallest that you spoke with is Pippin" Pippin turned a deep shade of scarlet and looked away. He realized that he had not given his name, and was now clearly embarrassed. "This is Merry." Merry seemed to be staring at Boromir as if studying him. "And, finally, this is Sam." Sam cast his eyes downward so that Boromir would not meet his mistrustful gaze. "Now, let us hurry..I need to see Frodo."
I realized that I made no mention of the Ring. It would be made known to all that attended the Council soon enough, so why did I not tell Boromir about the Ring? My instinct tells me not to mention it, so I do not. My eyes begin to search for Arwen, but I do not yet see her. I feel my stomach begin to twist and my heart begin to race. Surely if something would have happened to Arwen, I would have been notified by now. The Elves know that we are here, of that I am certain. I see many heads turned in our direction. I proceed forward with a heavy heart, but also full of hope.
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Post by Laurasia on Oct 16, 2005 19:02:31 GMT -5
~Boromir~
As we walk I notice a good number of Elves watching us. It certainly couldn't be me that they are so enamored with, it must be this man Strider. I listen as Strider relays his tale of their run-ins with the Nazgul. "The Nazgul? I'm certainly glad that I didn't run into them. that would have been terrible. But why were the Nazgul so interested in the Halflings? It seems as though you are the more interesting character in your group," he said while gesturing towards the many Elves that were watching.
When Strider stopped to properly introduce the hobbits the Boromir looked down at the with a wide smile. "Pippin, Merry, Sam, it's nice to meet all of you. I am Boromir, as you already know Pippin. My, such bravery in ones so small. I am surely impressed by your resolve & loyalty to your friend. I hope that we find him well."
With the introductions having been made, he hurried to follow Aragorn in search of Frodo.
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Post by Brandybuck on Oct 16, 2005 19:35:37 GMT -5
~Pippin~
I realized my blunder the moment Strider introduced all of us.. I forgot to give the man Boromir my name! A very bad mistake, one that Hobbits NEVER forget. I feel my face flush, and I try to be interested in my surroundings so as not to bring more embarassment. I was so enraptured in meeting this man and wanting to make a good impression. Now he must think me incapable pf proper conversation.
But..wait. I feel a smile cross my face. He just called me brave! He said that I showed true loyalty to Frodo! So, he doesn't find me inept in the least. This great man who I am guessing has probably even fought Orcs in this Gondor, has just called me brave. Like I was an equal! I am so excited I cannot stand it. I resist the urge to take his hand out of the fear of looking childish. And after all, he IS still a stranger..and us Hobbits have been warned of strangers since before our tweens. But..on the other hand..we have already been introduced. So, does that make him a stranger still? I want to ask Merry this very question, but we are too close to Strider and Boromir...they will surely hear us. I decide to wait and ask him later. Maybe Boromir will sit by me at dinner...which should be soon. After we see Frodo. Oh, please let Frodo be allright.
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