Obviously as Boromir's fan, Boromir doesn't die and there will be an OC. I
shall leave the rest of the cast's fate unchanged for I love them all.
Enjoy!
ONE
"Don't move." Aragorn hissed as he tried to pull out the arrows from his body.
Boromir did as he was told, for there were no strength left in him to protest that it was useless. He knew a grave wound when he saw one. Dimly, he saw Legolas and Gimly stood watching the whole process with grim faces. "Don't bother, save the little ones...." He managed to said though it was barely a wishper.
Aragorn only shook his head, and continued to dressed my wound. "One thing at a time, Boromir."
He wanted to argue, but his strength was no more, and after Aragorn with Gimli's help forced him to drink some liquid he passed out.
...
Legolas, Gimli and Aragorn sat around the fire they just built for Boromir's comfort. They all looked weary as the Gondorian Captain fighting for his life.
"I don't think he will survive." said Gimli. "It even hurt me to see him trying to breath."
"His wound is grave, but I am still hoping for a miracle." Aragorn sighed. "If only we have time to hope."
Legolas cast a quick look at Boromir. "What do u want us to do then?"
Aragorn shook his head in despair. "we cannot tarry long. Merry and Pippin need us. It pain me to do this, but Boromir has to fight his own way back alone."
Gimli looked over his shoulder to see Boromir. There's only a slim chance of survival if Boromir was to be left alone. They hadn't had a chance to speak openly so far, but he admired the big man's courage. He turned his attention back to Aragorn and Legolas who were discussing a map. It would be a hard and long run to catch up with the hobbit. Gimli didn't mind the hardship at all for he was a warrior born. But a warrior knew his limit. "I will stay with him."
Both Legolas and Aragorn broke their conversation and stared at the dwarf. "What do u mean?"
"I think Boromir has more chance to survive if someone takes care of him while he recovers." Gimli shrugged. "He's a strong lad, I'm sure it will take only a moment to recover."
Aragorn understood it took a lot of courage to admit one's weakness, so he didn't say anything except nodded his approval.
Suddenly they heard Boromir's voice ," I don't want any of you to be here with me." He said weakly but sternly.
"Boromir.." Aragorn moved to try ease his pain, and fixed Boromir's blanket around him.
The big man's hand grabbed Aragorn's hand with startling force. "I know I am dying, Aragorn." He took a deep breath carefully. "My chance of living is uncertain. There's no point letting anyone stay behind for me. You need everymen you have to fight those uruks. "
"Aragorn can manage it with this elf, laddie." said a very concern Gimli.
"I thank you for your concern, Gimli. But we must not forget our purpose in this journey. If I live I will join you all again." Boromir's tone made it clear that he didn't want any argument from them again. He felt so tired after speaking that short. He didn't fight to stay awake when darkness took him again.
When he woke up, it was already morning. Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli were making preparation for their journey. He noticed that a couple of lembas were left for him, as well as some water and medicine, and those were on a range of his hands.
Aragorn knelt in front of him."We will travel light, so there are some of our weapon here with you. Also some food, water, and medicine. Gimli gathered enough firewood for you." He smiled sadly."We will see each other again, Boromir."
Boromir only nodded. "Save Gondor, my King."
Then the three of them walked away without looking back.
...
He didn't know how long he had been sleeping, when suddenly he was awaken by some voices. Boromir was confuse, he had thought his friends already left. Then the voices became more clear, he realized that they spoke a different language, and none of those voice he recognized. He opened his eyes and saw two men standing in front of him. There was a dagger beneath his blanket, but he was too tired to just grab it.
One of the men asked him in a common tongue, "Who are you?"
Boromir observed them. They wore leather and carried a shorter , but wider blades than Gondor and Rohan's standard. Their skin were light brown, almost like caramel tone, dark eyes, and black hair.
"What are you doing in this part of middle earth? "
Still, Boromir refused to say anything.
Another voice was heard, and the two men stepped aside and bowed slightly. "It's a badly wounded man, Shaka."
Shaka was a haradrim word for squad leader, equal with Captain rank in Gondor army. Boromir didn't move. If he died, he would not tell them anything. But he couldn't hide his surprise when he saw the Shaka.
A very beautiful lady approached them, and knelt in front of him. For a moment, she checked his wound and grimaced. "Nasty wound you've got there."
"He hasn't answered any questions so far, Shaka." One of the men mentioned it. "From his clothing we know that he came from Gondor, and a high status for his cloth are rich."
The Shaka examined the weapon which was laid beside him."Very expensive blades too." She took the dagger from his weak hand. " Fine dagger." She smiled, flashing her white teeth. "He is trained to do so."
The two men looked confuse. "Do u know who he is, Shaka? Or why a Gondorrim traveled this far from his home?"
The lady stood up again." Bring a sling to carry him. He will join us. "
Boromir could see the surprise look on the men's faces. But one of them turned back to carry out her order. She must be an important person to have her order done without question. Whoever she was, the beautiful lady hold his fate in her hand.
A moment later, three men appeared and carried the semi conscious Boromir to a wagon. There were a lot of people there, almost like an army on a move. The Shaka then gave order in her language which Boromir didn't understand. He felt the wagon was moving, but to his surprise the Shaka joined him.
"Still refuse to talk, eh?" she asked with a smile. Then her fingers touched his face, smoothed back the hair from his face. "What will I do to you, son of Gondor? What are you doing so far from your father?"
Boromir began to feel nervous.
"Oh yes, I recognize you son of Gondor. " She looked straight into his eyes ." But the question is, what are you doing so far from Gondor, dear Boromir?"
...
ONE
"Don't move." Aragorn hissed as he tried to pull out the arrows from his body.
Boromir did as he was told, for there were no strength left in him to protest that it was useless. He knew a grave wound when he saw one. Dimly, he saw Legolas and Gimly stood watching the whole process with grim faces. "Don't bother, save the little ones...." He managed to said though it was barely a wishper.
Aragorn only shook his head, and continued to dressed my wound. "One thing at a time, Boromir."
He wanted to argue, but his strength was no more, and after Aragorn with Gimli's help forced him to drink some liquid he passed out.
...
Legolas, Gimli and Aragorn sat around the fire they just built for Boromir's comfort. They all looked weary as the Gondorian Captain fighting for his life.
"I don't think he will survive." said Gimli. "It even hurt me to see him trying to breath."
"His wound is grave, but I am still hoping for a miracle." Aragorn sighed. "If only we have time to hope."
Legolas cast a quick look at Boromir. "What do u want us to do then?"
Aragorn shook his head in despair. "we cannot tarry long. Merry and Pippin need us. It pain me to do this, but Boromir has to fight his own way back alone."
Gimli looked over his shoulder to see Boromir. There's only a slim chance of survival if Boromir was to be left alone. They hadn't had a chance to speak openly so far, but he admired the big man's courage. He turned his attention back to Aragorn and Legolas who were discussing a map. It would be a hard and long run to catch up with the hobbit. Gimli didn't mind the hardship at all for he was a warrior born. But a warrior knew his limit. "I will stay with him."
Both Legolas and Aragorn broke their conversation and stared at the dwarf. "What do u mean?"
"I think Boromir has more chance to survive if someone takes care of him while he recovers." Gimli shrugged. "He's a strong lad, I'm sure it will take only a moment to recover."
Aragorn understood it took a lot of courage to admit one's weakness, so he didn't say anything except nodded his approval.
Suddenly they heard Boromir's voice ," I don't want any of you to be here with me." He said weakly but sternly.
"Boromir.." Aragorn moved to try ease his pain, and fixed Boromir's blanket around him.
The big man's hand grabbed Aragorn's hand with startling force. "I know I am dying, Aragorn." He took a deep breath carefully. "My chance of living is uncertain. There's no point letting anyone stay behind for me. You need everymen you have to fight those uruks. "
"Aragorn can manage it with this elf, laddie." said a very concern Gimli.
"I thank you for your concern, Gimli. But we must not forget our purpose in this journey. If I live I will join you all again." Boromir's tone made it clear that he didn't want any argument from them again. He felt so tired after speaking that short. He didn't fight to stay awake when darkness took him again.
When he woke up, it was already morning. Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli were making preparation for their journey. He noticed that a couple of lembas were left for him, as well as some water and medicine, and those were on a range of his hands.
Aragorn knelt in front of him."We will travel light, so there are some of our weapon here with you. Also some food, water, and medicine. Gimli gathered enough firewood for you." He smiled sadly."We will see each other again, Boromir."
Boromir only nodded. "Save Gondor, my King."
Then the three of them walked away without looking back.
...
He didn't know how long he had been sleeping, when suddenly he was awaken by some voices. Boromir was confuse, he had thought his friends already left. Then the voices became more clear, he realized that they spoke a different language, and none of those voice he recognized. He opened his eyes and saw two men standing in front of him. There was a dagger beneath his blanket, but he was too tired to just grab it.
One of the men asked him in a common tongue, "Who are you?"
Boromir observed them. They wore leather and carried a shorter , but wider blades than Gondor and Rohan's standard. Their skin were light brown, almost like caramel tone, dark eyes, and black hair.
"What are you doing in this part of middle earth? "
Still, Boromir refused to say anything.
Another voice was heard, and the two men stepped aside and bowed slightly. "It's a badly wounded man, Shaka."
Shaka was a haradrim word for squad leader, equal with Captain rank in Gondor army. Boromir didn't move. If he died, he would not tell them anything. But he couldn't hide his surprise when he saw the Shaka.
A very beautiful lady approached them, and knelt in front of him. For a moment, she checked his wound and grimaced. "Nasty wound you've got there."
"He hasn't answered any questions so far, Shaka." One of the men mentioned it. "From his clothing we know that he came from Gondor, and a high status for his cloth are rich."
The Shaka examined the weapon which was laid beside him."Very expensive blades too." She took the dagger from his weak hand. " Fine dagger." She smiled, flashing her white teeth. "He is trained to do so."
The two men looked confuse. "Do u know who he is, Shaka? Or why a Gondorrim traveled this far from his home?"
The lady stood up again." Bring a sling to carry him. He will join us. "
Boromir could see the surprise look on the men's faces. But one of them turned back to carry out her order. She must be an important person to have her order done without question. Whoever she was, the beautiful lady hold his fate in her hand.
A moment later, three men appeared and carried the semi conscious Boromir to a wagon. There were a lot of people there, almost like an army on a move. The Shaka then gave order in her language which Boromir didn't understand. He felt the wagon was moving, but to his surprise the Shaka joined him.
"Still refuse to talk, eh?" she asked with a smile. Then her fingers touched his face, smoothed back the hair from his face. "What will I do to you, son of Gondor? What are you doing so far from your father?"
Boromir began to feel nervous.
"Oh yes, I recognize you son of Gondor. " She looked straight into his eyes ." But the question is, what are you doing so far from Gondor, dear Boromir?"
...