His Corrupted Mind [Witch-King x OC]

Chapter XI : A Discussion of Fate

"The price of greatness is responsibility." -Winston Churchill

For few moments, Inconnu and Boromir stared at each other before the Captain of Gondor made his way to her and greeted her with a warrior's clasp. He too had a grin upon features as he asked, "A pleasure to meet you again Inconnu, and so soon, but what brings you here to Rivendell?"

Inconnu broke the clasp as he did before replying, "My travels led me along the North-South Road, bringing me fairly close to Bree, and it was then that I began a hunt and it is because of such an endeavor that I am here, healed from a recent injury."

At this, Boromir glanced at the shoulder which had been injured. "I have heard of your wound, though I have not been told as to how the injury was gained, nor who gave it."

Inconnu was touched by his concern for his welfare, and sought to alieve it by saying, "A tale for another time, and the injury is nothing but a memory written upon my skin."

"Still, a woman should not have to bear such scars."

Boromir did not say this to be offensive, but as a remaining branch from his tree of concern. Inconnu knew this as well, but the words still affected her sense of pride as a hunter, and she certainly let him know. Passively of course.

"A woman I may be, Boromir son of Denethor, but I am not less and I bear far more many scars than the one etched across my shoulder. They are a testament to my prowess as a hunter and my ability to survive in even the harshest environments of the Hithaeglir."

Boromir quickly apologized, and attempted to smooth things over.

"My greatest apologies Huntress, it was not my intention to challenge your honor."

He glanced at the table, where already they were gaining an audience to this encounter. Then Boromir held out a hand to Inconnu politely and asked, "May I escort you to the table for breakfast, as I am sure after your long sleep hunger must be making itself well known."

Accepting his apology, Inconnu placed her hand in his, letting his escort her to an empty seat and pulling out her chair for her. Once the other formalities were seen to, Inconnu looked about the table to see the hobbits, with the exception of Frodo, as well as Strider who held her gaze a few moments longer before greeting her.

"I see you are well rested Wanderer."

Inconnu, on closer inspection, saw that the Dûnedain ranger still held suspicion of her despite her words within the Trollshaws. She was well and truly on their side against the dark forces that appeared to gathering is substantial number in Mordor, however her hunt for the Witch-King still had precedence in her mind.

Inconnu hoped that, as a kind of hunter himself, that Strider might understand the hunt. Her reasons for commencing that hunt... that remained to be seen. Her reply was gracious, but still retained a neutral tone.

"I am, thank you. You seem better rested as well."

A calm nod was his response, and Inconnu also noticed the curious looks from Merry and Pippin. They continued to try and get the other to do something, most likely concerning her. After a few silent, yet heated moments, Pippin gave in and faced her fully before asking, "So... where do you come from if you're a wanderer?"

So they're still curious about myself.

Inconnu had no issues answering their questions between bites of her meal. "I was actually born in Osgiliath."

"You chose to become a wanderer?"

Inconnu faintly grimaced, but it went unnoticed by the others at the table.