A Mother's Lullaby.
Summary: A short fic-let of another take on Boromir's death.
Disclaimer: I do not own Boromir or his mother or any other characters in Lord of the Rings or the song Into the West. I just like to write fan fic about them whenever the plot bunny whispers in my ear.
Rating: T for Teen.
Genre: Drama/Tragedy
Warning: Nothing much really except maybe a tissue warning.
A Mother's Lullaby.
Boromir gasped in pain and agony as an orc's arrow pierced him in the chest. It was one of many arrows that had pierced his body and was quickly drenching his armor with his own blood. He had been fighting a band of orcs while keeping the other members of the fellowship the two hobbits, Merry and Pippin, from being captured by them. But unknown by him, the leader of the orcs Lurtz, appeared and before the young Gondorian could do anything, the cold-hearted Urk-hi shot him with one of his arrows.
Determined to not give up, he had fought on, not caring about what happened to him, only concerned that the hobbits made it safe and sound. But each time he rose to fight, Lurtz struck him with another arrow and he quickly began to realize that he loosing the fight. So when the last arrow struck him he collapsed on his knees, to weak and worried to fight anymore.
Suddenly everything around him seemed to move in slow motion, his eyes in a daze as he watched the hobbits being carried away by the orcs to who knew where. Brokenhearted the man wept, he had failed them. He had betrayed the Fellowship, Aragorn could never forgive him. He would die alone with no one to comfort him, no one to ease the tremendous pain that tore through his body.
Then seemingly out of nowhere, Boromir heard a sweet haunting song on the breeze. "Lay down, your sweet and weary head. Night is falling; you have come to journey's end. Sleep now, and dream of the ones who came before. They are calling, from across a distant shore." Boromir slowly lifted his head and saw not to far from where he knelt a brilliant light. He slowly and agonizingly crawled towards it; there was something familiar about that voice. It reminded him about someone he loved from his childhood, one that was taken from him all too soon. As he got closer he realized that someone was standing in the light. Her golden hair blew in the breeze, and she wore a white gown that went down all the way to her bare feet. He lifted his eyes just a bit more to meet her eyes and then he knew.
"Mother!" he gasped out wearily. He again collapsed on the ground, the pain and the agony of his wounds to much to bear. He began to weep again, great sobs wracking his body.
"Oh mother, you are here. Where are father and Faramir?" he cried out as sharp pains gripped his chest. It quickly became difficult for him to breath and everything else began to dim around him. Never did he notice Aragorn coming to his side to try to treat his wounds. Nor was he aware of all the signs of carnage and the smell of spilled blood around him. All that he was aware of was the sweet, beloved face of his mother and her comforting arms around him.
When the pains of his wounds soon became too much for him to cry out and that he could only whimper in distress his mother rocked him in her arms like she used to when he was young, and she began to sing again.
"Why do you weep? What are these tears upon your face? Soon you will see, all of your fears will pass away. Safe in my arms, you're only sleeping."
Boromir's breathing soon relaxed as the pain in his body ebbed away. He slowly raised his hand to caress his mother's face one last time. Every so gently Boromir's eyes closed and the brave warrior breathed his last, safe in his mother's arms.
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