by MillietheWarrior » 06/27/2013 9:27 PM
I looked up at the shrill, panic-stricken voice to see Boromir rushing towards me on his own horse. Lucky bastard didn’t look like he’d sustained even a scratch as he dismounted elegantly and raced towards me. Where had he been during the fight, anyway? He nearly collided with Simbel in his haste to reach me, and his arms shot out to wrap around me, crushing me to him in a terribly uncomfortable embrace.
If my mind had been able to process real thoughts at that moment, I might’ve protested the hug. But as it was, the gesture had caught me so off-guard, that all I could do was stand there, frozen solid in the circle of Boromir’s arms. I vaguely registered that his chest was heaving, as though he’d run a very long way to reach me. My mind seemed incapable of forcing me to step away from him, and instead seemed to have other ideas entirely. As if of their own volition, my arms lifted and returned his embrace. Before I knew it, I was clinging to him as though he was my lifeline, and my body began shaking as my mind caught up with me and registered what had just happened.
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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