Nuts in Middle Earth by TRMJ and Elf+Nut
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______________ Nuts in Middle Earth Chapter 7__________________
When Debora awakened, she found herself surrounded by light.
They had arrived at the heart of Lorien's Forest, the Lady of the Woods' realm.
Soon, though, all the clarity and beauty that surrounded the Fellowship was obscured by the presence of Lady of the Woods herself. Galadriel had come to welcome her visitors
"Ten are here, yet only nine were set out from Rivendell, two more joined at Caradhras, and Gandalf is not among you. Tell me, where is him, for I much desire to speak with him." Celeborn spoke, with a deep voice.
Galadriel looked at Aragorn, and seeing the sorrow in his eyes, she knew.
"He has fallen into shadow." She seemed to be taken aback for a moment, but then the Lady of the Woods focused her eyes on Debora's, who was watching everything in awe from her position on Legolas' arms.
"I know all of you are tired of your quest, and your hearts are in sore need of soothing after Moria, but there are easier and more urgent hurts to heal now. Legolas, if you would be so helpful as to bring Debora into this side-chamber," and here Galadriel opened her arms and indicated a chamber to the side of her that no one would have noticed had she not indicated it, "and then come back here and wait with the others until I come back? I need to say a few words to you before you can rest."
And with that, she quickly swept all the Fellowship members before leaving into the next chamber, followed closely by Legolas. They entered the chamber and Legolas carefully deposited Debora on a hand- made blanket on the floor, and left.
Once they were alone, Debora pulled herself up on her elbows, and said, "Lady Galadriel, how do you know my name?"
Galadriel's face wore a small, mysterious smile, "You are not the only one who knows more about universes outside your own, Debora." With that, Galadriel kneeled besides Debora. "Now, let me see this awful bruise at the side of your face."
Galadriel touched lightly the bruise on Debora's face, which was swollen and a little bit purple-ish. Debora winced. "That's just superficial. And we can take care of that rather quickly." Galadriel eyed Debora one more time, and as before, Debora had the feeling that all her mind and soul were exposed to the Elf.
"There are deeper and stronger marks on you, though. You will not finish this adventure unscathed." Before Debora could reply, Galadriel commanded, "Lie down now, this will only take a few minutes, and then you can go back to your friends." Debora obeyed, and Galadriel spread her hands, open, a few inches above Debora's head, and started whispering a few elfish words. Debora started wondering about the similarities between the elfish rituals and Force rituals she had read about, but soon she fell again in a light slumber. After a few minutes, just as she was beginning to fall into a dreamless sleep, Debora was awakened by the Lady of the Woods.
"Come now. We must join your friends once more before you can finally get some much deserved rest." Debora wondered for a moment if she had really seen a hint of amusement and something that she could only describe as discredit in Galadriel's eyes.
Boromir had been quite thoughtful since Claudia had spoken to him, and only when he had been brought before the Lady of the Woods he had snapped out of it. Now, they were waiting for her to come back from the side chamber where she had secluded herself with Debora, before being dismissed from her presence. When Galadriel was followed out of the chamber by a much healthier-looking Debora, Boromir's eyes sparkled in delight for a second before he remembered what had transpired between them.
Debora left the chamber and looked around at her friends, looking for a spot among them to listen to what the Lady of the Woods had to tell them. She cringed when she found out that the only empty place for her was between Boromir and Claudia. She didn't feel like discussing Gondor and Earth costumes and their differences right now, and she still felt hurt about what Boromir had told her earlier. Debora knew she didn't have the right to feel that way, it wasn't his fault, but it still saddened her. She walked towards Boromir, who looked about to reach out for her, but didn't do it as she turned around to face Galadriel.
Galadriel's crystal voice echoed once again around the Fellowship.
"I know all of you are quite tired, especially after the ordeal you experienced at Moria, and as such I will not keep you from your much needed rest. I have asked for preparations regarding your stay here..." But Galadriel's spoken words where lost to Boromir's ears as he heard her voice inside his head. 'Son of Gondor, I know the One Ring has spoken to you, even though not by words. You shouldn't fall into this trap, for it would be fatal to you and your beloved people. The easiest looking path is not always the best one towards victory.'
Boromir felt ashamed by Galadriel's words when he thought about what ideas had awakened in his mind when he had seen the One Ring back at Rivendell. He felt compelled to move his eyes away from her gaze. Boromir glanced at Debora quickly before looking back at Galadriel, a renewed strength in his eyes. He heard Galadriel's words in his mind one last time. 'However, your mind, and I daresay your heart, were rescued from the darkness.'
And with that Galadriel glanced at the other members of the Fellowship. She was talking pleasantries to her guests, while, one by one, they heard her words in their heads, giving each and everyone of them a unique message, only for them to hear and to understand.
When she turned to Debora, the words were soft and loving.
"Your soul has placed all hope on someone else's destiny. Don't give in to despair, young one, for your heart can still win over fate."
When she stood in front of Claudia, she smiled.
"Others depend upon your strength of heart. Do not look for shadows in the distance, but enjoy the sunlight in your hands. Do not fret about done or undone, but find a new way to walk upon the old path."
When Galadriel had finished talking to all of the Fellowship, an awkward silence fell upon them, for the companions were reflecting on the messages given by the Lady of Lorien. Lorien' elves guided the Fellowship to their quarters, beautiful chambers built in the trunk of the gigantic trees, at different heights above the ground.
Aragorn and Boromir shared a chamber, as did Frodo and Sam, Merry and Pippin, Debora and Claudia.
Since the elves of the wood where still wary of the dwarf, Legolas voluntarily shared a chamber with Gimli.
As Debora and Claudia were lead to their chamber, Claudia was still worried about Debora being still weak from her ordeal.
"Hey Deb, hun, you ok? Don't you want to lay down a bit?" Debora touched her forehead and winced. She was feeling much better since Galadriel used her magic, but the side of her face that had been hurt was still a little bit sore.
"Yeah, I think I will lay down and try to get some sleep. I know I've spent most of today's time passed out, but I didn't really get some rest."
Debora was about to lay down in one of the blankets that had been placed for her and Claudia, when they heard someone coughing from outside their chamber, as if asking for permission to enter.
Claudia glanced to Debora, who kneeled next to her blanket and nodded back to her friend as a sign of acquiescence. Claudia cleared her throat and said to the person standing outside, "Come in, but be quick. We were about to sleep."
The curtains covering the entrance to the chamber parted to reveal Boromir.
"Can I talk to Debora for a moment?" he glanced at Debora, who had turned her back to him the moment he entered, "Please?"
Claudia looked to her friend, who appeared to be deeply engrossed in rearranging and smoothing her blankets, even though there was no need for that. Claudia tried to reach her friend through the Force, but Debora was keeping her thoughts and feelings deep within a barrier. After a few minutes in silence, she muttered, "Claudia, could you give us some privacy? Please?"
Claudia didn't waste one minute in getting up and leaving.
Boromir approached Debora. He extended his left hand to her shoulder, but she unexpectedly got up and turned around, causing him to retreat.
"What do you want with me?"
Boromir was at a loss for a moment. He never thought women could be so complicated.
At one moment, Debora had walked away from him furious after he had proposed to her. Later, she had given him support when no one but her had realized that his resolve had been tested under Galadriel's scrutinizing. He wondered about what to say next, and finally muttered, looking at his feet. "I just wanted to say thank you," his gaze lifted up to Debora's eyes. "For everything. For understanding me when no one else did, and for giving me strength when I needed it."
Debora's gaze fell upon him, like she was waiting for something else to be said.
"And also, I want to ask you something. Why did you ran from me when I asked you to marry me?"
Debora gasped. "You never asked such thing!"
Boromir couldn't help but let a hollow laugh escape from his lips, "Yeah, I did. I asked you to be the mother of my children!"
"And your maid as well." Debora bit out sarcastically. "You see, from where I come from, women and men share their duties at home. Both can provide food, and both are responsible for taking care of the children. The woman is no longer subdued to the man; we can make our own choices, and in a married couple, both men and women have the power to make decisions. If a woman in my world wanted to go into battle, she would be allowed to. She wouldn't have to spend her whole life confined inside her house."
Boromir looked a little bit confused, maybe not as confused as he had when Claudia first had talked to him about the differences between their cultures, but confused nevertheless. So, he tried to use the only argument he could think of, the only argument that always won in a fight. He kissed Debora.
For a moment, Debora considered pushing him away from her, but in one second all her anger against Boromir had drained, and she gave in to the feelings he was awakening in her. She encircled her arms around his neck, pushing herself up on her toes and crushing his face down against hers. Debora completely forgot about going back home, about the sexist society of Middle Earth, and about Amon Hen.
At that moment, there was just she and Boromir, and they were all she cared about. And there was no Gandalf around this time.
***
Claudia sat at the edge of the platform in front of the chamber, swinging her legs in the air.
Her eyes were closed and she was humming a Bryan Adams song softly, while she perceived through her still weak force-link with Debora that she was indeed distracted and Claudia wouldn't be required in the chamber for a while yet.
She was still wearing her leather pants and a soft cotton shirt, but she had already taken her jacket and boots off, as well as her belt with the lightsaber. She broke her contact to Debora, to avoid intruding into the "distraction" and began softly singing, " . have you ever really loved a woman ..", while gazing up into the high branches of the trees around her. It was peaceful and beautiful. The only thing missing at the moment was a nice hot bath and somebody rubbing her tense shoulders and neck. "So much for paradise in Middle Earth, no hot water around!" she thought and chuckled, before continuing the song ".. you have to breath her and really taste her, till you can feel her in your blood ..."
She never felt the elf sitting behind her and jumped up when she felt his hands on her shoulders.
"Excuse me Claudia for having startled you. I just thought you looked like you could need some help with your tense muscles. If you do not want me to help, just say so" said Legolas.
Claudia thought 'keep this going, Elf-boy, and I might get into some other business where I definitely could use your help!!!', but then she said, "I am very thankful, Legolas, I really tend to get tense shoulders after a stressy day." And she tried to relax, while she enjoyed his nimble fingers easing the strain away.
He was silent for a moment and asked, "You are very distressed about not going home, my friend. I know it is not the same, but we might help you to find a way to enjoy life here."
Claudia felt so good, she didn't dare to break the moment and say something. She didn't want to think, make decisions and ponder about her life. Not yet. She just sighed and started singing softly again, ". and give her wings when she wants to fly ."
Legolas took the hint and didn't speak again. When he felt she was almost falling asleep under his hands, he stopped. She stretched like a cat and sighed.
"Thank you, Legolas. You have the most marvelous hands .." And she giggled remembering the hands and pointy ears fetish her friends kept telling her she had.
Legolas didn't stand up, but just kept looking at her. She was very appealing to him, certainly not a beauty like Arwen or other elven maiden he knew. But then, she wasn't an elf. And he didn't want her to be an elf. Elves were ethereal and gracious, but this woman was like rain and sunshine, and he felt life pulsating through her like lightning .. Maybe it was this "force" she was supposed to master. He felt the sorrow within her, and a strange loneliness that tore at his heart. He wanted her to be smiling, he wanted her to make him feel alive, he wanted her to share the beauties of Middle Earth and not give in to the grief of being away from home forever. And then, he wanted her. And he felt that she wanted him too.
Claudia didn't want to break the moment. She felt his eyes on her. And she was melting inside. But she gathered her courage. "Maybe you might help me to find another chamber or a blanket for tonight?"
Legolas raised a dark brow "Is there any problem with your chamber, Claudia"
She smiled mischievously as she thought 'Okay, how do I put this: Debora and Boromir and getting finally acquainted with each other in the biblical sense? Making up for lost time since our arrival? Having a wild night for two? Nope, no can do that to a sensitive elf-boy'
"Let's say that Debora has company tonight and I should find myself another sleeping facility." Yep, it sounded right, not elegant, but right. Legolas got exactly the idea, being over 3000 years old and all.
"I can't offer you my chamber, since Master Gimli is there and already asleep, but I can offer you warmth, a peaceful site and .. My company, if you wish ."
'OH MY GOD', thought Claudia, 'this is not happening to me, right?' She was freaking scared to think about what she thought he was proposing . or wasn't he?
"Legolas, hmmmm .. Errr. well, I appreciate your help and I really could use a place to sleep tonight."
He stood up and held his hand out to her, smiling. She took his hand and he pulled her to his chest, while he grabbed a vine from the trunk of the tree and swung both done to the ground of the forest. The elf led her away from the trees where chambers were built, until they reached a secluded grove. In the middle of it, he stopped and turned towards Claudia. Before she could say a word, he pulled her to him again and gently, very gently, kissed her, while holding her head with one hand and caressing her arm with the other. He gave her the chance to stop or walk away. She didn't. Claudia couldn't stop shivering. It felt like a dream. And she wished it would never end.
***
As the sun shone through the curtains at the Chamber's entrance, Debora's eyes flickered open to find herself sleeping with her head resting upon a gently rising and failing chest. She blushed as the events from the previous night replayed in her brain, quite vividly, and then chastised herself from doing so. She shouldn't feel ashamed of what she had done. It had been just an expression of her feelings for Boromir, as well as an expression of his own feelings. She lifted her head to place her chin on his chest, only to find a pair of blue eyes gazing at her.
"Hi," she said, just as she felt her cheeks getting hot because of her blushing yet again. Boromir reached out to her head and gently pulled her to him, planting a swift kiss firmly on her lips, and then entrapping her lower lip with his lips and suckling at it for a brief second before releasing her mouth and whispering, "You have no idea how good it feels to awake again with a woman in my arms after so many unpleasant weeks spent in the company of men."
Debora had to giggle at that, remembering what some people would think of such statement back home.
"I should take that as an offense, but it makes me SO glad to know that you don't enjoy the company of men that I won't."
It was her turn to reach up to his lips and kiss Boromir swiftly. After a while, Boromir gently caressed her cheek, and parted their lips. He looked deeply into her eyes and said, "Not trying to but a damper to this, but I think I own you an explanation." Boromir sighed deeply. "About you not going to war with me."
Debora opened her mouth to say something, but he placed a finger on her lips and continued, "I admit part of it was because I was expecting you to act like all Gondor women do, which I will try to no longer assume, but part was because I don't want to se you hurt again. I felt helpless when the troll hit you, and I don't want to feel that way again."
He gave her a lopsided grin. "Besides, what good it would do to my army if their general dropped their command and forgot his duties because of a woman? They would be left at our enemy's mercy, which is none, and they would lose all their respect for me."
It was Debora's turn to caress his cheek. She was startled and even a bit scared by the strength and truth of Boromir's feelings for her; especially giving how little time they knew each other. And at that exact moment, she realized fully and for the first time her feelings for him. She neared her lips to his and breathed quietly but passionately into his mouth, "I love you."
He crushed his lips into hers, and almost suffocated her with his demanding tongue sneaking deeply into her throat. He raised her head a few inches above his with both hands and, looking deeply into her eyes, Boromir said, "I love you too. Would you give me the honor of being my wife?" Debora's eyes filled with tears of joy, and because her voice failed her, she only nodded. Boromir's face almost split with the most dazzling smile he had given her yet, and they kissed again. Boromir's hands soon started roaming lower in her body, and Debora shuddered in anticipation. She turned her head sideways to grant Boromir's probing mouth free access to her neck, and her eyes momentarily flickered to the pallet and blankets on the other side of the Chamber.
Debora's eyes widened, and she froze. "B, we forgot about Claudia!"
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