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Re: Ch. 2, Never Ending Running [P]

Postby MillietheWarrior » 06/25/2013 6:38 PM

“Be prepared, Boromir,” I murmured quietly, so that only he could hear. “Theoden may not be what you anticipate. We both need to tread as carefully as possible until Aragorn and the others arrive.” A look of annoyance flashed across Boromir’s face at the thought that I might be insinuating that he couldn’t take care of this without Aragorn’s help, but I leaned forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s just…The one who pulls the strings here may not be the one most obvious. Look for a man in black with a silver tongue and the eyes of a snake.”

Five points to me for sounding so awesomely cryptic. And I think my description of Grima Wormtongue was suitably kick-ass. I tried very hard not to bask in my amazingness as Boromir led the horse to the steps of the great hall. I didn’t quite realize we’d stopped until Boromir lightly patted my hand, which had clenched in a fistful of Simbel’s braided mane. “My lady, you must dismount,” he said quietly, his lips quirking as though he wanted to smile. “The horse cannot follow us into the hall.”

I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!



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Re: Ch. 2, Never Ending Running [P]

Postby MillietheWarrior » 06/25/2013 6:38 PM

With a frown, I managed to slide off Simbel’s back without too much of a fuss or breaking my ankle (My leg felt like they were jell-o, but that was another story entirely), and patted his neck. “See ya later, boy. I’ll come find you and bring you a carrot the second I can.” The man who stepped forward from beside the steps reached out to take the reins, and I shot him a dark look. “You make sure he gets looked after properly, or I’ll find you, and I’ll smack you until you forget your own name.”

The man’s lips twitched as if he wanted to laugh, and I saw a higher note of respect in his pale eyes as he nodded quickly. “Of course, my lady. I wouldn’t dream of doing anything less. May I ask the lady’s name?”

Cheeky bastard. “You can call me Samantha. What about you?”

I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!



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Re: Ch. 2, Never Ending Running [P]

Postby MillietheWarrior » 06/25/2013 6:39 PM

“I am called Wulf, my lady.” Talk about a sexy name. “If you wish, once you have settled, I will take you to visit your horse and be sure that he has received proper care. It is no trouble at all.” A smile stretched over his face, and I briefly wondered if he was better-looking without that silly helmet over his eyes and nose.

“That’d be great, thanks!” I exclaimed happily, giving Simbel a rather large hug and a kiss on his velvety nose. “Be a good boy,” I instructed carefully, waggling my finger at him, and quickly turned away from Wulf, who was stifling his laughter, and bounded up after a half amused, half annoyed looking Boromir.

“Was all that really necessary?” he asked, his voice betraying his exasperation.

I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!



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Re: Ch. 2, Never Ending Running [P]

Postby MillietheWarrior » 06/25/2013 6:39 PM

“Yes, sir, it was,” I responded, trudging up the stairs after him despite the ache in my legs and feet. “Simbel is my horse now, and he deserves the best.”

The guard who was leading us apparently found this to be amusing, and snorted lightly. “You value your horse as much as any Rohan warrior, my lady,” he remarked, turning to briefly glance over his shoulder. “An admirable quality. If it was up to me, you would both be welcome here without a second thought. But I am afraid that these are dark times, and we must all be careful of who we let into our confidence.”

His grim response told me that even Theoden’s  soldiers were aware of what was going on. But I had to wonder how many had enough guts to voice a concern. And why was this man not riding with Eomer, if he was supposed to have been riding with ‘those loyal to Rohan’? Perhaps some had stayed behind to keep an eye on Edoras and make sure it didn’t fall to ruin. That could be the only explanation I could think of.

I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!



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Re: Ch. 2, Never Ending Running [P]

Postby MillietheWarrior » 06/25/2013 6:40 PM

Boromir was silent beside me, lost in his own thoughts as we reached the top of the steps. Before I stepped up beside Boromir, I discreetly hid my dagger in the waistband of the back of my jeans, thinking that I was ridiculously thug with that move. The guard turned as we stopped, and held out his hands. “I am afraid I cannot allow you before the king, so armed, my lord.”

He obviously hadn’t counted me in that because it seemed as though I didn’t actually have a weapon. Boromir, however, did not look happy at being told to hand over his sword, but he did so reluctantly. He also handed over about five different daggers hidden in various places on his person.

I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!



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Re: Ch. 2, Never Ending Running [P]

Postby MillietheWarrior » 06/25/2013 6:40 PM

“How were you running with all of those?” I muttered as he handed over his shield. He ignored my question as the guard turned to me, obviously wondering if I was, indeed carrying something. “I don’t have a weapon,” I told him, shaking my head and holding out my arms. Seemingly satisfied with my answer, the man nodded and turned to beckon us into the halls.

I’ve said the movie has done some justice to a few things, like the Rohirrim, and the characters I’ve met so far, but I don’t think it quite did justice to the Hall of Edoras. It was, in all honesty, three or four times bigger than it had appeared in the movie. The walls were decorated with manners depicting a white horse on a green field, and I was in awe of the pillars that had been carved into the very walls of the hall. It was a good deal colder than I imagined it would be though, and I wasn’t sure if it was simply because it was less welcoming than it should’ve been, or because they only had a few fires burning to warm the enormous hall.

I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!



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Re: Ch. 2, Never Ending Running [P]

Postby MillietheWarrior » 06/25/2013 6:41 PM

I kept close to Boromir, snagging the end of his sleeve as I stared in awe around me, taking in all the details of the magnificent hall as if it might disappear at any moment. Boromir spared me a glance, his lips quirking slightly, before his face fell into a solemn mask of authority, one I imagined he wore often as a young lord of Gondor. I briefly wondered where Grima was at and when he’d make his entrance; surely he would be here to twist some words and make us feel unwelcome?

As if to answer my thoughts, a man detached himself from the shadows surrounding the throne, away from the aging and decrepit king. He was swathed all in black, his face and skin a sallow, pale white, and his greasy, grimy hair slicked back away from his ears. His eyes looked too large for his face, his lips too thin, and his gaze too shrewd. Boromir briefly brushed the tips of his fingers against my hand, and I nodded almost imperceptibly. If possible, his face grew even darker than before.

I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!



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Re: Ch. 2, Never Ending Running [P]

Postby MillietheWarrior » 06/25/2013 6:41 PM

“Ah, the young Lord of Gondor. We are truly honored to have you pay a visit to Rohan, your humble sister-land.” Grima bowed low, the ends of his dark robes brushing the ground. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of white, and I glanced over quickly to see a pale woman with long blonde hair lingering in the shadows. From the sadness on her face, and the regal way she carried herself, I deduced that it was most likely Eowyn, come to see what the fuss was all about.

“Tell me, my lord-” Grima continued, and my attention snapped quickly back to him, my eyes narrowing slightly. “-why you have chosen now of all times to grace us with your presence? What is it that our poor, defenseless city can offer you?” He took a step back, gliding towards Theoden and the king’s throne.

I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!



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Re: Ch. 2, Never Ending Running [P]

Postby MillietheWarrior » 06/25/2013 6:42 PM

Both Boromir and I gave a start when we laid eyes on the king. He looked as though he’d been sitting in the back of a dusty old closet for a hundred years, and I wasn’t quite sure, but behind that pallid complexion, bloodshot eyes, and the filthy, disgusting robe, I think I saw some spider webs in his hair, beard and crown. How long had he been sitting there without proper attendance? I shuddered slightly, and Boromir stiffened beside me.

“Forgive me, good sir. But I do not have the honor of knowing to whom I speak. Tell me, what is your name?” Boromir asked in a deceptively calm voice.

Grima drew himself up to his full height as he reached the throne, placing one pale hand on Theoden’s decrepit one as if he was the only comfort and consolation to the aging, weak-minded king. “I am known as Grima,” He said at last, glancing once at Theoden and then back to Boromir and I. His eyes flickered over me, then seemed to dismiss me as unimportant. I held back an indignant snort, and stepped closer to Boromir.

I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!



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Re: Ch. 2, Never Ending Running [P]

Postby MillietheWarrior » 06/25/2013 6:42 PM

“I must inquire again, my lord. Why have you chosen to visit Edoras at this time? These are dark days, and one can only be too careful as to whom they let into their halls.” His eyes again flickered over to me, and I had to draw on a lot of self-courage to lift my chin and return his gaze as evenly as I could.

“I was merely sent to pay a visit to Theoden-king. My father wishes to discuss a re-establishment of trade routes between Rohan and Gondor. He feels as though the old alliance between our two countries has been failing of late, and he wishes to show that together, we are still strong. We cannot afford to be so distant from one another in these fell days.” Boromir tilted his head higher, observing Grima with what I assumed to be his best ‘don’t-fuck-with-me-I’m-a-Gondor-lord’ look.

I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!



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Re: Ch. 2, Never Ending Running [P]

Postby MillietheWarrior » 06/25/2013 6:42 PM

Grima seemed to consider this briefly, his lips pursing together in a thin line. “Very well, my lord,” he said after a long, awkward pause in which I could distinctly hear men shuffling around in the dark of the halls. “We shall discuss trade routes. But perhaps first I may inquire as to why you have traveled so far with no escort but the woman at your side, and riding a Rohan horse no less.” His eyes glittered with wicked triumph, as if he was glad he had caught Boromir in some kind of lie.

Boromir glanced once at me, as if giving me permission to speak. “I can answer that, my lord,” I said quickly, deciding it was better to play ‘humbler-than-thou’ with this egotistical jackass. “You see, I am the lord Boromir’s fiancé,” I heard Boromir suck in a sharp intake of breath at that, and prayed he wouldn’t choke to death on his own spit as I heard him wheeze slightly. “He thought it prudent that he and I travel light and alone so as not to attract attention. It’s my fault really; I shouldn’t have insisted on coming along. It took us far longer to reach Rohan because of my inability to weather the harsh travel. During the night, our steeds were frightened off and we were unable to catch them again. When we entered Rohan, we came across the lord Eomer, who graciously gifted us with a horse to get us to Edoras.”

I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!



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Re: Ch. 2, Never Ending Running [P]

Postby MillietheWarrior » 06/25/2013 6:43 PM

I’m awesome. I took a moment to once again bask in said awesomeness, completely ignoring the fact that Grima was watching me with a speculative eye, as if deciding whether or not to believe me. “And what of your strange garb, my lady?” he asked at last, starting me out of my basking. “If I may say, it is not very becoming of a woman of your…status.” Oh. That was a supposed to be an insult. Jackass.

“They are experimental, light riding clothes, made of sturdy material that is both warm and practical. Would you have me travel across the lands in a dress, my lord Grima?” I asked, tilting my chin and narrowing my eyes. I saw the guard who had led us in put a hand to his mouth, as if to smother his laughter. His eyes were twinkling with mirth behind his helmet.

I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!



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Postby MillietheWarrior » 06/25/2013 6:43 PM

“I suppose not,” Grima grudgingly admitted at last, looking less amused and more annoyed at my answer. “If the lord Boromir has truly come to discuss trade routes over such a long distance, then I think it would be best if we showed him our…finest accommodations.” He snapped his fingers and four men detached themselves from the shadows. I didn’t like the looks of that, even as Boromir edged away from me slightly, his hand automatically going to his belt, where his sword should have been but wasn’t.

“What is the meaning of this?” he demanded as the four men surrounded him and promptly leapt in, grabbing his arms and dragging them behind his back. He struggled, nearly upending one of the men as he tried to get free, but Grima’s voice quite effectively stilled him.

I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!



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Postby MillietheWarrior » 06/25/2013 6:44 PM

“I am afraid I cannot trust you until I am certain of your intentions, my lord Boromir.” His eyes slowly slipped to me and I saw them glitter with malice and anger. “Do not worry; your…betrothed will be well looked after. The Lady Eowyn will be her keeper. We would not dream of harming her…unless of course, you choose to be difficult. Then she may be held accountable for your actions.”

As if summoned by her very name alone, Eowyn glided from the shadows, her pale face set in a hard, grim line as she reached out and took me roughly by the elbow. Boromir was still struggling vainly against the grip of his captors, his eyes narrowed in fury and his face turning red with suppressed rage. “I will not stand for this. You would dare to breach the peace between our two nations as such?! You are making a mistake, Grima, mark my words. If you touch one hair on her head, I will kill you myself!”

I was briefly surprised at his words, but the sharp, insistent tugging of Eowyn’s hand on my elbow meant that I had no time to protest as the men began dragging Boromir away, and Eowyn began leading me out of the hall. I locked eyes briefly with Boromir, and he gave a curt nod of his head, as if to tell me everything would be fine, and I wasn’t to worry.

As Eowyn and I slipped into a side passage of the hall, I briefly wondered if it really would be.

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I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!



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Postby MillietheWarrior » 06/25/2013 6:44 PM

“I am sorry.”

As soon as we were alone in a rather large room behind the hall, Eowyn had promptly shut the door behind us and locked it tight, and then quite abruptly apologized to me. “It has often been like this in the days of late. Since the king’s…son…” She trailed off, and her eyes glassed over, as though she wanted to cry, but in the next second, the look was gone, replaced by a cold, steely glint. “Grima is poison to this kingdom. He will bring us all to ruin.” She reached out and took my hand, stroking it once. “Do not worry. I will keep you safe. And no harm shall come to your lord. I promise. I will do everything in my power to see him set free, though I do not know if it will make a difference.”

Frankly, I was a bit blindsided by this entire thing. I should’ve known something shitty like this was going to happen. I just really had not anticipated Boromir being thrown in a jail cell. Or prison. Or a dungeon. Whatever the hell they had here. I nodded stiffly, not really trusting myself to speak, when I felt Eowyn tug gently on my hand and guide me to the bed in the room.

I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!



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