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Title: I Wish Upon Tonight
Author: Sicily Bean
Rating: T (language, adult themes)
Genre: Action/Adventure/Romance
Pairing: Boromir/OFC
Notes: Well here we go again! “Wish” is being updated once more. Boromir was a bit too OOC for my liking, and I’ll fix some obviously confusing parts of the story concerning Delilah’s life. I read it and was like, “Wait… what?” Her whole boy trouble is hopefully going to be clarified a little more and Boromir won’t be so innocent as I made him seem the first couple times around. :::sweatdrop:::
Summary: Delilah was an eighteen-year-old shy, geeky girl having problems in her relationships, fighting with her parents for independence. She takes refuge in her favorite trilogy, daydreaming about Middle-Earth and how cool it would be if it were a real place. On a night when she needs her books the most, she falls asleep with the first volume in her hands… and wakes to see the bearded face of Boromir! She finds herself in the place she had dreamed of, and in the presence of the most unlikely of men to encounter. Will she find a way home?
Special Thanks: To my absolutely brilliant beta, friend, and sister-at-heart, Kaye Thorn. Without her input and advice, this little fanfic wouldn't have been nearly as well-liked as it seems to be. :) And of course, to my little sister, Emily, for her support and inspiration for her character, Noelle.
Disclaimer: Professor Tolkien’s characters, places, languages, etc. are his, and my characters (Delilah, Noelle, et al) are mine. I make no money from this in any way, shape, or form, and would never want to anyway. It’s just for fun, after all. :P
--I Wish Upon Tonight--
Chapter One:
Broken Hearts and Gondorian Dreams
Who can say for certain,
Maybe you’re still here,
I feel you all around me,
Your memory so clear…
Eighteen-year-old Delilah Korr sat cross-legged on her computer chair, tear-filled jade eyes staring fixedly at her flatscreen monitor through her silver-rimmed reading glasses. Her hands shook slightly as she typed, though her nimble fingers had no trouble finding the right ones, thanks to constant practice and classes. Her rich, dark mahogany hair hung in disheveled locks about her fair-skinned shoulders, as she hadn’t bothered to brush it yet. It was mid-afternoon on a clear Saturday, though her day was quickly turning into the worst of her short time on the earth so far.
She reread the last instant message Everett, her boyfriend of two years, had sent, heart thumping loudly in her ears. She knew this might have been coming for a short while now, but hadn’t expected him to tell her so abruptly like this; without feeling, remorse, or sadness.
It was just like him, though. Blunt, to-the-point, no bullshit. She had hated that about him, but nothing had made her grow so much over the course of their relationship.
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DantesGrl12: What do you mean, like, seriously…
TigerStm: i mean it. we’re over. i can’t stand your ignorance about us
DantesGrl12: You… you can’t mean that… just like that? After all that’s happened?
TigerStm: you bet your fat ass. I’ve only put up w/ u because i'm payshent
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Delilah closed her eyes for a moment, her eyes burning with fury and rejection. The fat comment had stung more than it should have. She had, in fact, lost a good deal of her extra weight over the last two years, thanks to the brutal honesty she had taken so long to get used to. Come on, Lilah, you can do this… She opened her eyes and typed a response. It’s for the best…
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DantesGrl12: Fine then. If you want to leave then go right ahead. I promise on my honor never to speak to you again, and you can be sure I will hold to it.
TigerStm: fine by me. c u skool anyway
(TigerStm signed off at 2:38:23 p.m.)
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Delilah angrily closed the instant message window, full lips pressed into a thin line of fury, but beginning to tremble all the same. Why did he have to do this to her now? What had she done to him to deserve being broken up with in the coldest way possible? Sure, it hadn’t been all daisies and roses for the past few months, but jeez… Why couldn’t he have waited until Monday when he could have done it in person? “Fucking coward.” She cursed under her breath, eyes burning with humiliation and regret. She turned on her away message and let her face fall into her hands, tossing her glasses carelessly onto the edge of her bed a couple feet away.
Tears squeezed through her tightly closed eyelids, hot and guilty, feeling a painful pang in her heart. Delilah knew Everett had spoken his word with his most searing honesty yet, angry or not. She would be lucky if he even wanted to be friends after this. Was she really so annoying that he would just tolerate her behavior without saying anything to her about it? This made more tears trickle down her palms and drip onto her top. He was not like this. He was not this cruel without a reason.
But she couldn’t think straight, all her reasoning lost in a whirling set of emotions bursting from their confines in her soul. No matter how angry she was with Everett, she still felt the loneliness enveloping her. No one had ever touched her quite the way he had, given her such gentle kisses, or made her laugh so much. She stood on shaking legs, making her way the short distance across her room and going into the one adjacent to her own.
Another teenage girl sat casually on her twin bed, legs crossed out in front of her and resting back against her pillows, a book in her hands, golden-framed trapezoid glasses perched at the bridge of her freckle-dusted nose. She looked up when Delilah entered the room, crystal blue eyes showing her worry as she caught sight of the older girl. “Hey, girlie… Are you okay, sis?” she asked, tucking a stray lock of long chestnut hair behind her ear.
Delilah bit her lower lip, shaking her head, more tears falling down her face. “It’s E-E-Everett, Elle…” she managed to whisper hoarsely.
The younger girl scooted over on the bed, patting the space she had made, her book still in one hand. “Come here, Lilah,” she said soothingly. “What happened?”
Delilah made her way shakily to the bed, getting up onto it and was immediately pulled into a hug by her younger sister. Noelle was the closest friend she had, and that bond was made all the stronger by the fact that they were siblings. She knew she could trust her with anything, and had confided in her with the troubles she had had with Everett throughout their time together. Noelle always seemed to know when something was really wrong, even though Delilah would show no outward signs of anything being amiss.
This time, however… she didn’t need to bottle it up.
After much consoling and comforting, the two sisters came out of Noelle’s bedroom. Delilah had never appreciated having her to talk to more than she did now, and – when she entered the kitchen – a mother that was obsessed with a particular fictional character by the name of Legolas Greenleaf.
Through a door leading to the living room of the house, the two siblings clearly saw their mother turn on the DVD player and television, start a movie, then purposefully stop it – which caused a screen capture of the Sindarin Elf appear on the screen. The forty-year-old giggled and sighed like a little girl, delicately kissing the screen where the Elf’s forehead was. Then, with a big silly grin, she proceeded to vacuum the living room, the Elf casting his blue-eyed gaze over the scene, a dreamy expression on his face.
The sisters laughed out loud, shaking their heads in amusement. Delilah felt her sorrow melt away as she watched her mother’s antics. “I should have never taken that screen capture for her,” she commented to Noelle, grinning.
“Like hell do you regret setting that up for her,” Noelle teased, giving her a wink. “Trust mom to be silly like that and totally lighten the mood.” She beamed at her sister.
Delilah returned her smile. She couldn’t blame her mom for liking him so much. Legolas, a.k.a. Orlando Bloom, was indeed quite lovely. But she liked him not just for his good looks, but for his personality, uniqueness, and charm as well, having seen countless interviews with the actor behind the Elf. She had always believed that true beauty shone from within, though having a healthy outside was just as important, to keep that inner splendor alive for people to see and appreciate for a long time to come.
The rest of the weekend went smoothly and a lot more enjoyable. Noelle and her mother took the liberty to screen calls for her – for which she was very grateful. The following week at school, however, was not so pleasant.
Delilah had no trouble avoiding Everett, as she didn’t have any classes with him that semester, and chose to hang out with her close friends at lunchtimes. She had unfortunately reacquired another admirer, this one much more problematic than Everett ever had been. Boys are ruining my high school career, she had concluded bitterly.
A young man by the name of Robert had been following her and her group of friends around for the past three years. He was an artist and writer, thus having common interests with the members of the small group, so they had all accepted him. Not long after, she had caught him stealing glances and trying to get her attention all the time, dark blue eyes trying to give her the hint. She was revolted, being involved in the start of the relationship with Everett at the time. She resisted his advances, trying to tell him she didn’t feel for him like he obviously felt for her.
And now, with Everett having broken up with her, Robert had renewed his advances with less subtlety, following her around to each of her classes, though he didn’t dare follow her out to her car after school. He knew all too well that Noelle would beat the living daylights out of him if she ever set eyes on him. Her sister had told her it involved an incident of her turning around one day back in middle school, finding him following her, and yelling, “Leave me the fuck alone!”
Delilah made a decision at the end of the week that she regretted the instant she made it. In a moment of weakness and bad judgment, she gave in to Robert. The look of utter surprise and joy on his face made her sick to her stomach, but she was determined to see past his previous actions and give him the opportunity to prove all the rumors about him wrong.
By the time the following day – Friday – ended, she was wishing she had never given him that chance. He had her practically clamped to his side wherever they went, and she was barely able to walk out the doors of her classrooms without him immediately hugging her and dragging her off to lunch or somewhere they could be alone. So far she had avoided kissing him without much difficulty, though other parts of him were much harder to keep at bay.
After a mortifying experience of a particular part his male anatomy suddenly telling her it wanted her attention, she decided that this farce had to end – and fast. He had proved every rumor about him true. Psycho sex-hungry bastard, she had thought as she fled to the safety of her car, her sister and father sitting within its secure metal body.
Saturday morning found Delilah doing her schoolwork, the soft tones of Celtic harp music making her forget she was really doing homework. Her fingers tapped the keys incessantly, the corresponding letters appearing diligently on the screen as she typed up a long essay for Civics. She was so enveloped in her work that she didn’t notice her mother open the door and say her name, a slim cordless phone in her hand. “Delilah!” she said a little louder, as to be heard over the music.
“Huh?” She looked up, moving her glasses down to the tip of her nose to see her mother properly. “What’s up?” She reluctantly turned down the relaxing crescendos of the harp to listen.
“Phone call for you,” her mother replied, wrinkling her nose a little in disgust. She held the mouthpiece to her shoulder, as to not be overheard. “It’s that Robert boy again. You’d better be very careful with him. I know a thing or two about stalkers, and I think he may be one.” She handed her daughter the phone then exited the room, closing the door behind her.
Delilah took a deep breath, then brought the phone up to her ear. Before she even said a word, she felt her heart begin an agonizing descent to her feet. She could hear the distinct sounds of sobs being held back and sniffling. Her throat constricted in apprehension, not knowing what in the world was going on with him. She took another steadying breath, and spoke. “Hello? Rob?”
“Oh thank God!” His strained voice caused all the color to drain from her face. “I thought your mom w-would never give the ph-phone to you.”
“What’s going on? Are you okay?” she asked, the anxiety in her heart rising steadily with each second. She was starting to realize why all the girls he’d tried to go out with had turned him down after only a couple of days; his pitiful voice was making her slightly sick.
“I miss you,” he said, and she imagined the tears falling down his face. She felt the urge to hurl rising in her throat at the image. “I’m calling on Andrew’s cell. We’re about h-halfway to where we’re going. I’m w-with the youth group.”
Delilah remembered Andrew telling her something about this; he was an acquaintance of hers she’d known all the way back from kindergarten. He had said that the youth group he went to with Robert was going to have a fun weekend playing paintball about forty-five minutes away. And he’s calling me, bawling his eyes out because he misses me? How… pathetic. She felt her blood run cold at an abrupt thought. He hadn’t said those three words to her yet, and she suddenly really didn’t want to hear them. She decided to end this conversation as quickly as possible. “Listen, Rob. Mom took forever in giving me the phone because she was telling me that I couldn’t talk for more than like, two minutes.”
To her horror, this made him choke back more sobs. “Don’t go! I need to talk to you! Please… After getting rid of E-Everett, I don’t want to – ”
Delilah felt her blood freeze in her veins. WHAT?!
“ – l-lose you…” Rob’s voice continued. “You’re always s-so nice to me…”
She couldn’t believe what he had just said. A high-pitched ringing sound pulsing in her ears was making it hard to concentrate, a lump in her throat making it difficult to breathe. Oh my gosh… He didn’t… Oh you son of a… She knew what was coming next, and didn’t want to hear it. She wanted to hang up on him.
But Robert wasn’t going to let her do it. “I l-love you, Delilah…” he confessed hoarsely.
It was all she could do to suppress a scream of raw outrage. It was now or never. She quickly hit the “off” button on the phone, and put it down on her desk. She knew he would call her back, thinking the cell phone had lost signal or something, but she wasn’t going to let him talk to her. She grabbed the slim phone again and went out into the hallway, turning right and going into the family room. She put the device back into the charger, her hands shaking profusely.
Marie Korr was in the kitchen at that time, whipping up breakfast for the family. The two rooms blended together, so she naturally saw her daughter come in, looking apprehensive and white as a sheet. Her motherly concern showed in her expression as she turned slightly to talk to her. “Are you all right, Lilah?” she asked gently.
Delilah shook her head, rubbing her cold hands together to warm them back up. “You were right, mom,” she said, her voice quavering a little. “He told me he loved me… and I hung up on him.” A shocking revelation hit her just then, and she swore loudly. “That little bastard!”
Mrs. Korr raised her eyebrows, having never heard her eldest daughter curse like that right in front of her. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Did something happen between you two?”
Delilah’s hands were balled into fists at her sides. “Everett… Everett broke up with me because of Rob,” she hissed angrily. “He said that he had ‘gotten rid of Everett’ to be with me.” She slammed a fist onto the marble countertop. “I never thought he would make such a low blow to get to me…” Tears burned her eyes and fell down her cheeks. She fought with her emotions for a few long moments before looking up at her mother. “Could you s-screen calls again for m-me? Like you did last weekend?”
Mrs. Korr nodded, carefully turning over sizzling slices of bacon. “Of course, love. Don’t worry.” An amused smile curved her lips. “Can you imagine if Robert called and it was your sister who answered?” She laughed heartily. “My little Elle would give him a piece of her mind, that’s for sure.” She winked at her daughter.
Delilah felt the corners of her mouth twitching, and before she knew it, she was smiling. The thought was very amusing indeed. She laughed, shaking her head and mouthing a silent “thank you” to her mother as she made her way back to her computer and the studies she had been attending to.
I wish I didn’t have to face him on Monday, though… she thought with a sigh. I wish I was anywhere but here… hell, even Middle-earth would do…
(--- Middle Earth ---)
Clip clop, clip clop, clip clop…
As Boromir, eldest son of the Steward of Gondor, rode through the dimming forest, his mind wandered, eyes traveling up to the sky. His thoughts centered on his important journey to the West. He was headed toward the Elven haven of Imladris, where Lord Elrond the Halfelven dwelled.
Denethor, Steward of Gondor, had insisted that his eldest son go to the hidden sanctuary, but Boromir had resisted, saying that his place was in Gondor with his people. Faramir, his younger brother, had stepped in, volunteering freely to go in his brother’s stead. Denethor outright refused to let his youngest son go, reminding him harshly that Osgiliath had been won back from Mordor by Boromir, not him. And to add to his shame, he had also brought up that the city would not have needed to be reclaimed if it weren’t for Faramir’s retreat from Osgiliath when he should have been protecting it. So, in short, he had called his youngest son a complete failure, and did not relinquish the task of traveling to Imladris to him.
Boromir remembered having had words with his father about his treatment of his brother, protesting that he gave him no credit even though he had tried so hard to do his father’s will. Boromir was finally persuaded into the journey, but not without regrets and a bit of guilt. He bid his brother farewell, and he had set off into the setting sun, disappearing into the fields and plains beyond Osgiliath.
He had an underlying reason to go to Imladris, though he did not tell his father this. Both he and his brother had been haunted by the same nightmare as of late. Darkness hung over the East, and they heard the rumbles of thunder, but in the West a pale light had lingered. Boromir had heard a distant voice crying:
Seek for the Sword that was broken:
In Imladris it dwells;
There counsels shall be taken
Stronger than Morgul-spells.
There shall be shown a token
That doom is near at hand,
For Isildur’s Bane shall waken,
And the Halfling forth shall stand.
That dream had caused Boromir to relent to his father’s wishes at last. Isildur’s Bane – the One Ring – had to be somewhere in the Elven sanctuary. He had to see for himself; he had to see the doom of Men: the One Ring that haunted him and his brother so.
Boromir was brought out of his reverie by the soft breeze through his dark hair. He turned his attention back to the sky overhead. It was velvety black, dusted with silver-white stars, winking and sparkling at him through the gaps in the leaves of the forest canopy. He couldn’t help but smile lightly, his mind wandering once more. I wonder, he thought as he gazed at the bright, full moon. Could there be some other reason for my dream other than the Ring of Power? Perhaps someone may lay in wait for my arrival… Someone of importance… He smiled a little wider, a silly thought occurring to him. A woman, perhaps?
He shook his head, attempting to clear it of the notion. Why was he thinking of such boyish fancies when he had an important mission to mull over? His thoughts were distracted easily, not seeming to want to stay on the more serious subject for long. Wouldn’t it be amazing if it were true… and dangerous! He shook his head again. Stop thinking about silly maidens and their wiles and beauty that could reduce a man to a whimpering little boy… At this, he gave himself a little slap. It seemed to work, for soon the thoughts of women and boyish fancy completely faded back into the depths of his subconscious, and instead he thought of turning in for the night.
He found a suitable clearing and set about making camp. He tied his horse to a nearby tree and set out his sleeping roll, keeping his sword by his side as always. He lay down and slowly drifted off into slumber, the noises of the forest around him lulling him into a sense of security for now.
Boromir had a very odd dream, and not the usual nightmare about the One Ring that had haunted him these past days.
A young human maiden with dark hair lay slumped on a bed in a very strange room, a book held in her hands, spectacles perched precariously on the tip of her nose. She appeared to be in a light doze, her face obscured by shadow and locks of hair. Suddenly, a young man burst into the room, startling the girl, grabbing the collar of her shirt with one hand and covering her mouth with his own with brutal force, shaking fiercely in what looked like a towering rage. The boy hissed at her as she struggled to breathe against his intrusion, her eyes full of fearful tears. The boy shoved her downward, his kiss savage and cruel, his intent painfully clear. The Gondorian knew what he had to do, and leaped into action, two bright orbs the color of jade pleading for rescue…
(--- present time ---)
She was startled by his appearance. He came at her with a blazing fire in his eyes, grabbing the collar of her shirt and covering her mouth with his as she tried to scream for help. Her glasses were squashed back up her nose, hot tears of pain falling from her wide, fearful eyes. He kissed her savagely, shoving her down into the bed and climbing on top of her. She panicked, fighting him with all she had – but to no avail. She shut her eyes tight, a pitiful moan of despair muffled against his lips.
Suddenly he was flung off of her, and her eyes shot open. She gasped as she saw him struggling with a very familiar-looking man dressed in unmistakably Gondorian clothing. It couldn’t be…
“Get out, despicable vermin, or you will die by my hand!” the man spat at the boy. “No man who considers himself a gentleman should force a woman against her will!”
She blinked, and the boy was gone. The man stood at the foot of her bed, in all his Middle-earth glory… Their eyes locked, and she just gazed at him…
Boromir of Gondor had saved her.
Delilah awoke with a jolt. She shot up on her bed, immediately tapping her touch lamp for light. Just a dream… she thought with a heavy sigh, the image of the man of Gondor still fresh in her mind, standing at the end of her bed after saving her from Robert. She picked up her book and ran her fingers lightly over the smooth cover – “Fellowship of the Ring” written in calligraphy script over the front. She carefully placed the book on its shelf next to the bed. I think I read too much…
She lay back on her pillows, looking up at the glow-in-the-dark stars giving off their light in the dim of her room. What would it be like… she wondered, her heart calming its frantic beating from her dream. Middle-earth sounds so beautiful. Professor Tolkien describes it so well, and even has maps to go with it. She sighed. I wish I were as good as him, creating a whole world in the mind of the reader using only the written word…
Delilah’s thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on her door. “Goodnight, Lilah!” she heard Noelle’s voice muffled from the other side.
“G’night, Elle,” she replied. She looked back up at the ceiling and her stars, just lying there. She stayed that way for a long while, thinking about Everett and the heart she had to break the following afternoon. It gave her a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach as she thought of how he would react, but she had to steel herself for it. It was for the best – for both of them.
She let out an exasperated groan and retrieved “Fellowship of the Ring” from the shelf, readjusting her glasses. She tapped her touch lamp once to give her enough light, and continued from where she’d left off.
Delilah read, and read, and read, her thoughts drifting from Everett and heart-breaking to the world of Middle-earth. It was nearly two in the morning when the book finally slipped from her hands, her body falling back against the pillows, fast asleep, glasses perched at the tip of her nose.
The last thought that went through her mind before sleep took its full hold was how lovely it would be if she had the impossible chance to meet the Fellowship for real…
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