Episode 8: Return to the Grove

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(Up to speed....Lomi and Boz are back from Florida...Boz still shrunk, Lomi working on getting antidote...things are pretty much the same...) I had hoped to post Boromir's travel journal before this, but I didn't want to wait too long.
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Having returned from Florida and finding Eomer with a screwdriver in his hand, attmpting to "uninstall" the parental locks Lomiothiel placed on the 'internet machine' to prevent any furthur 'problems', the computer has been placed upstairs in the library, parental locks still intact.

After a much needed vacation, Lomiothiel has been in and out of the Grove periodically, trying not to neglect he pouty boys. Unfortunately, homework demons seem to have ensnared her.

::Lomiothiel, sitting at computer::
ARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!! Will it never end?! How much homework can one elf do in a day?!

::Gil-Galad walks in, carrying a few books in his hands::
Umm... more homework than mithril in the Mines of Moria?

::Lomiothiel::
Not funny... ::notices book in his hand:: finished with Book 2 already, Gil?

::Gil-Galad nods::
Yes, I admit I find these creatures...facinating. How is it there are so many wizards? We only five of the Istari, only three known of in tales....

::Lomiothiel::
We've discussed this, dear. They are born wizards, like you're and elf and Eomer is a human and Boromir...

::Gil-Galad::
...Is an insufferable pain in the ass?

::HEY!::

::Lomiothiel and Gil-Galad look to the doorway, where a still mini-Boromir is standing::

::Lomiothiel::
Boromir, we didn't hear you come in...

::Boromir::
IS THAT A SHORT JOKE?!

::Lomiothiel::
No.

::Gil-Galad::
Yes!

::Lomiothiel::
Ereinion Gil-Galad...

::Gil-Galad::
Well, I am only being honest.

::Boromir::
You're just mad that I got to spend all week with Lomi!

::Gil-Galad::
Too bad you were mistaken for a chipmunk on most occasions...

::Boromir::
Nuh uh! There were already chipmunks there, smarky pants! Huge ones!!

::Gil-Galad::
Too bad they didn't mistake you for a nut....

::Boromir launches a small object at Gil-Galad's foot::

::Gil-Galad::
OW! You little... Lomiothiel, please keep your sewing pins away from Horn-boy, he is using them as spears now.

::Lomiothiel::
Serves you right for picking on him. Honestly, act like the High King sometimes and not...

::Boromir::
The High-Chair King!!

::Lomiothiel::
Okay, I am not defending you anymore... have at him.

::Gil-Galad::
Excellent....

::Boromir::
AHHHH!!!

Boromir runs underneath Lomi's chair as Gil-Galad starts in his direction.

::Lomi::
Get out from there, I might squish you!

::Boromir::
Okay, this has gone on long enough. Make me normal sized again!!!

::Gil-Galad::
No don't! There is so much less of a mess without him!

::Lomi::
Gil, please take your book and go read. Prisioner of Azkaban is probably my favorite one. We can discuss it later, sound good?

::Gil-Galad smiles::
Fine... watch where you step...or not...

::Boromir::
:::PPPPPPPPHHHHHHH!!!::

::Lomiothiel::
Sigh...so what is up Boz?

::Boromir::
Umm... obviously?

::Lomiothiel::
I'm working on it dear. I'm talking to Mea right now, and she's trying to get the antidote. Be patient.

::Boromir::
I am done being patient! I cannot do anything! I cannot even watch that movie you promised me I could watch!

::Lomiothiel::
Boz, I told you we will watch Harry Potter later... couldn't you find the dvd?

::Boromir, sulking::
Yes....

::Lomiothiel::
Then what's the problem?

::Boromir::
Haldir will not give it to me! He keeps holding it above his head and laughing because I cannot reach it.

::Lomiothiel::
Honestly.... you guys. You'd think you were all brothers or something, the way you behave. It's like a frat-house or something...

::Boromir::
A what house?

::Lomi::
Later...I can't begin to explain THAT to you.

::Boromir::
Ahem....

::Lomi::
What? Oh...fine...

Lomiothiel reaches down and picks up the tiny Gondorian and places him on the desk.

::Boromir::
What are you doing?

::Lomiothiel::
Talking to Mea.

::Boromir::
Where is she?

::Lomiothiel::
At the Manor. Not in Middle-Earth dear.

::Boromir::
Oh... she lives with the wizards?

::Lomiothiel::
Yup...well and a couple of dogs and a cat, but that's a whole 'nother story...

::Boromir::
Oh... I see...

Boromir sits and watches as Lomiothiel and Mea chat over Instant Message....

<<< IM TRANSMISSION >>>
MeaMuse: poor Ginny will never grow up in our minds
MeaMuse: she sorta has though
MeaMuse: gotten all spunky in her later years
Lomiothiel: oh yeah, def... just it's hard to think of them as grown-ups, esp considering how uncertian their futures are with......
<<< END >>>

::Boromir::
OH OH!!! SAURON?! Gil-Galad told me they have Sauron too!

<<< IM TRANMISSION >>>
Lomiothiel: okay Boz I told Gil that he is not Sauron, stop bugging me....
MeaMuse: ohhhh yeah
Lomiothiel: sorry... Voldemort
MeaMuse: LOL
MeaMuse: poor boys, so confused
Lomiothiel: ^_^ i know... Gil's been reading and I told Boz he could watch the movie but then Haldir held it up so he couldn't reach it while I was gone
Lomiothiel: keep away
MeaMuse: HAHAHAHAHA
MeaMuse: those boys...
Lomiothiel: They are a handful. be thankful you guys have only 3!
MeaMuse: lol indeed
<<< END >>>

::Boromir::
So she can see what you are typing and typing back?

::Lomiothiel::
Yup, it's like letters, only quicker...

::Boromir::
Wow...hmm....

<<< IM TRANSMISSION >>>

MeaMuse: i'm ignoring the bunny currently chewing my ankle
Lomiothiel: lol... silly bunnies
Lomiothiel: plots are for...later
<<< END >>>

Unable to hold in his curiostity, Boz jumps on the keyboard and starts typing...Lomiothiel curiously watches him as he steps on the keys to type....

<<< IM TRANSMISSION >>>
Lomiothiel: ::snicker::
Lomiothiel: no not later like that Boromir...Get off my keyboard!
<<< END >>>

::Lomiothiel::
What are you doing?

::Boromir::
I want to ask her some questions!! PLLLEEEAASSE???

::Lomiothiel::
Sigh....fine... don't be silly though!

::Boromir::
Hehe....

<<< IM TRANSMISSION >>>
MeaMuse: hahaha hi Boz!
Lomiothiel/Boromir: Hi lady! Do your wizards have pointy staffs too?!
Lomiothiel: sigh
MeaMuse: LOL... you know, I'll have to ask them Boz...
Lomiothiel/Boromir: ::oh oh... ask her if they have pointy fingernails!!::
Lomiothiel: I am not asking her that
MeaMuse: HA, no sweetie, they don't
Lomiothiel: I tried to tell them but they're not getting the differences....
MeaMuse: they need to have an embassador or something... maybe we could bring Remus to visit... he's the most stable
Lomiothiel/Boromir: ::so if I send over Haldir, will they make him a slave?! hehe::
MeaMuse: Boz!
Lomiothiel: NOT THE SAME AS HOUSE ELVES BOZ!
Lomiothiel: sigh
MeaMuse: they'll get it eventually
Lomiothiel: he gets a big kick out of that... Gil is not pleased with him when he starts that.. yeah... the elves catch on the quickest...
Lomiothiel/Boromir: ::hey!!::.
MeaMuse: hahaha thank goodness for the elves
Lomiothiel: well they do, Muggle
Lomiothiel/Boromir: ::DON'T CALL ME THAT!::
MeaMuse: we still love you sweetie! even though you are technically a muggle...
Lomiothiel: lol now he's pouting LOL
MeaMuse: Faramir though, he might have some of the gifts
MeaMuse: hahaha and i bet he isn't gonna like that last comment either
Lomiothiel/Boromir: ::........::
Lomiothiel: LOL....
MeaMuse: hehehehehe
Lomiothiel: now he's grumbling something about him being the favorite anyway
Lomiothiel/Boromir: ::they should have left him on the pyre::
MeaMuse: Boz, you don't mean that
Lomiothiel: BOROMIR!! I'm going to tell him you said that
MeaMuse: hahahaha. C'mon Lomi, he's just pouting
Lomiothiel: I know... men are such babies....
MeaMuse: LOL shhh... don't let them hear you say that
MeaMuse: he doesn't feel special. but who'd the best hornblower in middle earth, hmmm?
Lomiothiel: he liked that...thank you very much now he's serenading us again...
<<< END >>>

Boromir, now tired from his exercise, sits down and starts blowing on the Horn of Gondor, stopping to mutter about 'Armies of the West' and 'not being there when you need them'.

::Lomiothiel::
Well see, now you're tired.

::Boromir::
That was fun, can I play on the internet machine again?

::Lomiothiel::
No, that's why it's in here with the parental locks on it. Thank Eru for AOL 9.0...

Suddenly, a loud laugh is heard from downstairs, followed by another voice, joining in...

::Eomer::
LOMIOTHIEL!!!

::Lomiothiel::
Sigh...now what...

::Boromir::
::whistles::

::Lomiothiel::
What did you do? I know guilty when I see it. That's why you were in here, you didn't want me to find out what you were up to.

::Boromir, innocently::
No! I just wanted to spend time with you. ::sadly:: You are never around anymore.

::Lomoithiel::
Cute doesn't work with me Mister.

::Boromir::
Worth a try though...

Gil-Galad and Legolas enter the library, falling over themselves with laughter.

::Legolas::
:::LOL::: Oh, you have to see this Lomiothiel!

::Lomiothiel::
What now?

Gil-Galad, who cannot stop laughing, points to the floor. There, quite tiny and red faced, is one very mad King of the Riddermark.

::Eomer::
LOOK WHAT HE DID!!!

::Lomiothiel::
BOROMIR!! What did you do?!

::Boromir::
Why does everyone always assume that I was the one who did that?

Everyone looks at Boromir with a 'oh-please' expression on their face.

::Boromir::
What?

::Lomiothiel::
Please Boromir, I know your handiwork when I see it.

::Boromir::
Sigh... well damn it. That was meant for Haldir... where is he?!

::Legolas, trying to catch his breath::
He...is....outside....doing target....practice...hahaha....

::Boromir::
Drat...

::Lomiothiel::
What did you do? I'm not going to ask you again! If you don't tell me, I'll let Gil-Galad take care of you while I'm back at school!

::Boromir::
EEEP!!!

::Gil-Galad::
Excellent....

::Boromir sighs::
Fine... I put some of that potion in his coffee. I THOUGHT that was Haldir's mug, apparently I was mistaken...

::Lomiothiel::
Where did you get that?

::Boromir::
I had some in the Horn. I put it in soda cap and hid it while we were gone...

::Lomiothiel::
Why did you do that?

::Boromir looks at Lomi in astonishment::
Well...duh.... revenge ::smiles::

::Eomer::
I am so going to send you to the Hall of Mandos, Uruk Hai-pincushion!

Lomiothiel reaches down as Eomer rushes the chair leg and picks him up by the cape.

::Eomer::
Hey!!! No fair...

::Lomiothiel::
Great, now I not only have to go back and do homework that is piled up to my eyes, but now I have to keep the two of you from killing each other...

::Eomer::
Hey Lomiothiel?

::Lomiothiel::
Yes, Eomer?

::Eomer looks around sheepishly::
....don't tell the elf....

::Lomiothiel::
Haldir?

::Eomer::
Yeah... I shall never hear the end of this...

Lomiothiel looks up at the doorway, where Legolas and Gil-Galad are nowhere to be seen. She looks out the window, down to the clearing and sees them running towards Haldir, laughing still.

::Lomiothiel::
I think it's a little too late for that.

::Eomer::
Stupid Boromir...stupid potion...stupid cofffe addiction...

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Hope you likey. Mea and I had a fun conversation. Boromir has 2 days worth of his travel journal done and as soon as I upload some pictures and he finishes, we will have the "Not-So-Secret Travel Diary of Boromir III, Son of Gondor"

Till then.... reversal potion someone? I don't think I can take the two of them in my apartment anymore. They tend to use the bookcases as climbing walls... not good for nice books.