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Lord of the Rings Movies › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,371
Reviews:
0
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Catnip and Braids
A/N:
Sorry it’s a short one this time, wanted to get this first day out of the way. By the way, I’m always open to suggestions of things you may want to see in here. Don’t be afraid of drama! I LOVE drama. As long as it isn’t in my real life.
Disclaimer: As always, I only own my beloved Nitara (She is now my D&D Character hehe), Ethas Forest, and the damn plot bunny that started all of this.
Chapter 3:
“How dare you touch me?” Nitara’s voice had gone deathly calm and even Aragorn swallowed hard, not wanting to get between Niti and Boromir. He knew he would have to; the girl had produced a dagger a moment after whirling on the poor man, and was now backing him slowly into a tree, golden eyes narrowed.
“I just—oh please not that!” the dagger was nearing a rather delicate part of his anatomy. “I just wished to get the arguing over with so we could be on our way!” Boromir gulped again as he realized he was caught between tree and dagger.
“Niti, you can’t kill him, he’s part of the fellowship….” Aragorn laid his hand on his friends shoulder.
“I don’t mean to kill him. He cut off what is precious to me, now I’ll return the favor, it’s that simple.”
“Its too bloody and we need to be on our way.” Gandalf gently pushed her hand away from Boromir with his staff. “You two are going to have to learn to work together.”
“Aye, if I must put up with an elf, it seems two humans should have it easier!” Gimli rolled his eyes as he glanced towards the elf in question.
“At least Legolas is civilized.” Nitara sheathed her dagger and adjusted her pack. “He stays ahead of me; I don’t trust him behind me.”
With that, the Fellowship set out from Rivendell, Frodo and Gandalf in the lead. The first day was uneventful, until they made camp for the night. “I’m not eating!” Boromir declared at the same time that Nitara cried. “I am NOT cooking! Just because I’m a woman does not mean I’m here to wait on you!” Aragorn shook his head and wished he had kept his mouth shut. All he’d wanted was some of Niti’s wonderfully spiced stew. The woman knew more about wild herbs than any elf could hope to!
“I’ll cook!” Sam called from where he was setting out bedrolls for himself and Frodo. So it was settled. Sam would be camp cook, and he wasn’t half bad. Nitara watched in amazement as the hobbits downed several servings. She had seen huge forest creatures eat less!
“Don’t you like the stew, Miss Nitara?” Pippen asked from his spot beside her, eyeing her only half empty bowl hungrily.
“You may as well call me Nitara, or just Niti, if we’re to be together for this mission.” She laughed. “And I happen to love this stew. Is this caribou, Sam?”
“I think that’s what Master Elrond’s cook called it when I was getting supplies. It could use some mushrooms though.”
By this time, Niti had learned that it wasn’t all the hobbits that she grew sick around, in fact she was quickly growing attached to the little ones. It was only if she came too close to Frodo, as Gandalf had noticed that afternoon. “It’s not him that makes you sick” he had said, “but the evil of the Ring. You are not as you’ve led us to believe, but you may keep your secrets for now.” Secret? It didn’t seem very secret anymore, with three of her companions now knowing the truth.
“My Lady?” Boromir approached now, cautiously. “I wish to apologize, if you will accept.” Niti merely glared at him, growling under her breath.
“Suddenly I seem to have lost my appetite.” She handed her bowl to Pippen and stood, stalking over to sit beside Aragorn as he relaxed with his pipe. He shook his head as he looked between her and Boromir, but quickly changed the subject.
“Did you bring any tea with you, Niti?” He knew she would, she loved her herbal teas.
“Mist mint, mainly, but I have a few other herbs if we need them.” She shrugged.
“No Catnip?” Aragorn smirked at her, earning a glare. He knew better than to make a crack like that.
“Why would she have catnip?” Merry spoke up.
Aragorn began to speak, but Nitara cut him off “Catnip has many uses, quieting the mind and settling upset stomachs. Our friend Strider here knows full well that mist mint and chamomile work just as well.”
“Then why…”
“In due time, Master Meriadoc, in due time.” Gandalf murmured before blowing a bit of smoke shaped like a cat pouncing at it’s pray. Niti tugged at Aragorn’s shoulder.
“Will you put my hair in braids? I can’t do it when it’s this short.”
Aragorn smiled and set his pipe aside, motioning for her to sit in front of him. He didn’t care what the others thought, he’d often helped Arwen with her hair and as he saw Niti as a beloved little sister, he didn’t mind doing hers. “Do you want me to twist it and braid the ends?” he waited for her nod before going to work. It would take awhile but he knew it would be worth it, since she would be able to leave it that way for awhile. By the time the others were ready for sleep, Nitara’s hair was twisted into rows against her scalp, with braids dangling to just past her shoulders.
The Fellowship settled into a routine the next few days, waking up to Nitara’s tea, spending the day moving through the land, settling down to Sam’s cooking at night. Sometimes the hobbits would have enough energy left to practice swordplay, which Boromir had begun teaching them. Even Nitara had to admit it was sweet of him to take the halflings, particularly the rambunctious Merry and Pip, under his wing.
Sorry it’s a short one this time, wanted to get this first day out of the way. By the way, I’m always open to suggestions of things you may want to see in here. Don’t be afraid of drama! I LOVE drama. As long as it isn’t in my real life.
Disclaimer: As always, I only own my beloved Nitara (She is now my D&D Character hehe), Ethas Forest, and the damn plot bunny that started all of this.
Chapter 3:
“How dare you touch me?” Nitara’s voice had gone deathly calm and even Aragorn swallowed hard, not wanting to get between Niti and Boromir. He knew he would have to; the girl had produced a dagger a moment after whirling on the poor man, and was now backing him slowly into a tree, golden eyes narrowed.
“I just—oh please not that!” the dagger was nearing a rather delicate part of his anatomy. “I just wished to get the arguing over with so we could be on our way!” Boromir gulped again as he realized he was caught between tree and dagger.
“Niti, you can’t kill him, he’s part of the fellowship….” Aragorn laid his hand on his friends shoulder.
“I don’t mean to kill him. He cut off what is precious to me, now I’ll return the favor, it’s that simple.”
“Its too bloody and we need to be on our way.” Gandalf gently pushed her hand away from Boromir with his staff. “You two are going to have to learn to work together.”
“Aye, if I must put up with an elf, it seems two humans should have it easier!” Gimli rolled his eyes as he glanced towards the elf in question.
“At least Legolas is civilized.” Nitara sheathed her dagger and adjusted her pack. “He stays ahead of me; I don’t trust him behind me.”
With that, the Fellowship set out from Rivendell, Frodo and Gandalf in the lead. The first day was uneventful, until they made camp for the night. “I’m not eating!” Boromir declared at the same time that Nitara cried. “I am NOT cooking! Just because I’m a woman does not mean I’m here to wait on you!” Aragorn shook his head and wished he had kept his mouth shut. All he’d wanted was some of Niti’s wonderfully spiced stew. The woman knew more about wild herbs than any elf could hope to!
“I’ll cook!” Sam called from where he was setting out bedrolls for himself and Frodo. So it was settled. Sam would be camp cook, and he wasn’t half bad. Nitara watched in amazement as the hobbits downed several servings. She had seen huge forest creatures eat less!
“Don’t you like the stew, Miss Nitara?” Pippen asked from his spot beside her, eyeing her only half empty bowl hungrily.
“You may as well call me Nitara, or just Niti, if we’re to be together for this mission.” She laughed. “And I happen to love this stew. Is this caribou, Sam?”
“I think that’s what Master Elrond’s cook called it when I was getting supplies. It could use some mushrooms though.”
By this time, Niti had learned that it wasn’t all the hobbits that she grew sick around, in fact she was quickly growing attached to the little ones. It was only if she came too close to Frodo, as Gandalf had noticed that afternoon. “It’s not him that makes you sick” he had said, “but the evil of the Ring. You are not as you’ve led us to believe, but you may keep your secrets for now.” Secret? It didn’t seem very secret anymore, with three of her companions now knowing the truth.
“My Lady?” Boromir approached now, cautiously. “I wish to apologize, if you will accept.” Niti merely glared at him, growling under her breath.
“Suddenly I seem to have lost my appetite.” She handed her bowl to Pippen and stood, stalking over to sit beside Aragorn as he relaxed with his pipe. He shook his head as he looked between her and Boromir, but quickly changed the subject.
“Did you bring any tea with you, Niti?” He knew she would, she loved her herbal teas.
“Mist mint, mainly, but I have a few other herbs if we need them.” She shrugged.
“No Catnip?” Aragorn smirked at her, earning a glare. He knew better than to make a crack like that.
“Why would she have catnip?” Merry spoke up.
Aragorn began to speak, but Nitara cut him off “Catnip has many uses, quieting the mind and settling upset stomachs. Our friend Strider here knows full well that mist mint and chamomile work just as well.”
“Then why…”
“In due time, Master Meriadoc, in due time.” Gandalf murmured before blowing a bit of smoke shaped like a cat pouncing at it’s pray. Niti tugged at Aragorn’s shoulder.
“Will you put my hair in braids? I can’t do it when it’s this short.”
Aragorn smiled and set his pipe aside, motioning for her to sit in front of him. He didn’t care what the others thought, he’d often helped Arwen with her hair and as he saw Niti as a beloved little sister, he didn’t mind doing hers. “Do you want me to twist it and braid the ends?” he waited for her nod before going to work. It would take awhile but he knew it would be worth it, since she would be able to leave it that way for awhile. By the time the others were ready for sleep, Nitara’s hair was twisted into rows against her scalp, with braids dangling to just past her shoulders.
The Fellowship settled into a routine the next few days, waking up to Nitara’s tea, spending the day moving through the land, settling down to Sam’s cooking at night. Sometimes the hobbits would have enough energy left to practice swordplay, which Boromir had begun teaching them. Even Nitara had to admit it was sweet of him to take the halflings, particularly the rambunctious Merry and Pip, under his wing.