Boromir's account of the day of his death.
I trudged along the fallen leaves looking for wood for a fire.
I hear footsteps behind me. Turning around to discover that it is the Ringbearer.
He looks troubled. Stepping towards him, I try to give him words of comfort. When only one thing is on my mind.
He senses my motives and steps away from me. I know this is the opportune moment and I ask him for the ring.
Immediately he steps farther away, turning to run.
I quick lunge for his ankle. He puts on the ring and disappears.
I frantically search for him, ending up only grabbing thin air.
He kicks me and I see a fallen twig move under the pressure of his weight.
I curse him aloud. Cursing all of the Halfings.
A quiet moment ensues. It then hits me.
The warnings of Lady Galadriel playing in my head back in Lorien have come true.
I try to get up the hill, but fall braking down into tears over what I have just done.
A few minutes pass by before I get enough composure to get back up.
I hear the sound of many heavy footfalls. That can not be my companions.
I start to walk in the direction I hear the footfalls from.
When I catch up to them, I can not believe what I see.
Two of the halfings have been captured by some new Orc breed, that I have never seen before.
A sudden rush or rage runs through me. I unsheathe my sword and charge towards them.
Perhaps I can redeem myself if I save Merry and Pippin, for what I have done to Frodo.
I kill a few Orcs that were holding them. I tell them to run while they still can.
They stand still while I fend off the onslaught of Orcs.
When I am not looking a Orc archer walks down to where we are.
He strings his bow, and shoots an arrow.
Thud.
I look down to see an arrow embedded in my chest.
But I must not give up. The Hobbits look blankly at what is going on.
Why aren't they running, I think to myself. I grab my horn and blow.
I continue fighting. Killing a few more before the cursed Orc archer stinrgs his bow
once more.
Thud.
I look down again to see an arrow sticking out my abdomen. Again I blow my horn.
I pause for a moment before plunging my sword into the Orc I was facing.
Thud.
I look down to see a third arrow in my chest.
I drop to my knees gasping for breath.
I remember what I'm fighting for, and lunge towards my opponent.
Our swords clash together. My breath becomes short and I fall back down to my knees.
The Hobbits look in horror at what has happened. They yell as they grab out their swords, and run forward to avenge me.
The Orcs grab them and carry them off.
They pass me by as though I am nothing.
I have failed them.
After they have all passed me by, the last lone archer walks up towards me.
I look up to see the archer pulling back the string to kill me.
The shot does not come.
I see Aragorn run into him. They then fight ending with Aragorn decapitating it.
By the time he is done I am lying on the ground.
He rushes over and bends down to me. Reaching his hand to take out the arrows.
I tell him to leave them , for it is over.
Through labored breaths I tell him about the incident with Frodo.
Also that they have taken some of the little ones.
He tells me he will not let the White city fall.
I make things right with Aragorn, as my vision begins to blur. And then turns black…