(Authors Notes : I thought it was really sad that Boromir died in LOTR: FOTR
But he is no longer dead! Muahahaha!!! For I am an author and have the power
to give new life to whomever I wish!!!
Anyway... this is only a small part of a huge story I'm writing.
So please enjoy this all you Boromir fans.)
The New Days of Gondor
Chapter 1: Boromir and the Rebuilding of the Fellowship
Boromir awoke and found himself in a most unusual setting. This was strange because he had just been in one of the longest sleep in his life and to suddenly wake up in the most unlikely of places was just strange and unbelievable. He was amidst a throne room filled with dazzling white light. There was not a being within these walls, yet Boromir felt a comforting and powerful presence nearby.
"Come Son of Gondor." came the firm voice.
"Show thyself!" Boromir demanded, his fear evergrowing.
"I can sense your fear, young one. It is not necessary to fear me," the voice comforted. "Come to my throne. I have words of great importance and something of great value that you may be interested in."
"What could be of great value to me?" Boromir asked as he also made his way towards the source of the voice. "I am dead and of no further use to anyone."
"You may be of use yet," said the voice as a body began to form around it. It was a man in his middle ages with the looks of a king. His apparel was white and his hair was a silvery blue. A crown lay atop his head and a ring made of sapphire and mithrill encircled his right index finger.
Boromir took time to examine the celestial being sitting before him. His hair was of a strange color and his young age was surprising. There was certainly a great power within this man, but Boromir had not the knowledge to understand it. "My lord, what is it you desire to speak to me about. And what is this item of great value that you possess?"
"You see Son of Gondor, this is no ordinary item. It is a gift only for those deserving of such an honor. It is the gift of life Boromir and you have redeemed yourself before your death that you are deserving of such an honor."
"My... my life?" Boromir barely managed to say.
"Yes brave Boromir, son of Denethor and brother of the noble Faramir."
"But there must be more to this than I am hearing," said the doubtful Boromir.
"Ahhh yes. Have you so little belief in me? I can understand why. You are both wise and cautious. Truly deserving of such a gift. If you had not yet heard, which i note you probably have not, the one ring of power has been destroyed by what remains of the fellowship-"
"What of them? Have they succeeded? Are they all right?" Boromir cut him off.
"Please do not interrupt me young one and for your information they are all alive and in great health. Lets get back to my explanation shall we? It seems that the fellowship is not complete without you. I would like you to experience this victory since you have been a great contributor in the victory of middle earth. And since the one called Gandalf was permitted to return to middle earth it is only fair that you return to your home as well."
"But there are many others who deserve such a reward more than I do."
"There are many," the elder agreed. "But you have been chosen from the many. Consider yourself lucky."
"I truly am. Thank you my lord."
"Then it is done. New life will be bestowed upon you. All that is required of you is to exit the doors directly behind you. As soon as you pass through it, you will be transported back to Gondor where familiar faces await you."
"My lord you are most kind. How may I repay you?"
"All I request of you is that you live your life to its fullest and stay close to the ones that care most about you for they will be your most prized possessions in the following years to come. Go now young one, you are of no more use here."
"I will depart now my lord. Thank you, but may I ask of your name before I leave?"
"I am he who needs no name, but has one. I am the keeper of life. I have no other purpose than to shed light into the darkness and to bring hope to those that have none. I give courage to those who lack it and comfort to those in need of it. Many call me Drean Arevir. In an ancient language it means 'Mind of wind and hand of life', but you may call me friend."
"I am honored Lord Drean. I shall not forget your kindness."
"Go now my friend. We shall meet each other again."
With those final words, Boromir walked through the double doors and returned to the world of the living.
Boromir saw sunlight. It was amazing. After all he had been dead for a couple of months. It was different from the darkened skies that lingered back in the days of the threat of Sauron.
Before lie the white city of Gondor. He longed so much to return to this place and witness its beauty once more and now it has become a reality. Gondor's gates were open, welcoming him.
The city of Gondor was more open, welcoming him. Children played about and celebration filled the air. It was so hard for Boromir to take it all in. He kept walking taking in every detail of his home. It all seemed to different than before. Boromir wandered the city and the memories of the past were overtaking him.
Then came the moment he feared and anticipated at the same time. There he was standing atop a platform. His younger brother Faramir stared out into the sky.
"Faramir!" called Boromir. "Faramir it is I!"
Upon hearing the familiar and unbelievable voice, Faramir turned around. Faramir nearly dropped to his knees. He was unable to do so. Instead he just stood there trying to comprehend the fact that a person elder brother stood before him.
"Boromir?" Faramir asked. "No it can't be you! You're-"
"Dead?" Boromir finished. "Yes I was. But I was bestowed the gift of life and was sent back here."
"Boromir?" Is that really you?" said Faramir as he approached the man who claimed to be Boromir and examined him. "Boromir?"
"Yes Faramir it is. I have missed you greatly," he said as tears began to roll down his cheeks.
"I have missed you as well my brother," said Faramir as he gathered Boromir into an embrace.
As the two pulled away Faramir looked into his brothers eyes and felt all the sadness within him leave.
When he heard news of his brother's death he felt truly alone. His father had also been killed which left him the only one who could fulfill his duty as Steward.
"Boromir you must come with me. I know of a few friends of yours who would certainly be pleased to see you again."
"Where are they Faramir? I desire to look upon their faces once more"
"Come then They are not far from here. Hurry!"
Faramir led Boromir through the crowded streets of Gondor passing old and new faces.
"You must explain how this came to be," Faramir demanded.
"I shall tell you Faramir, but now is not the time."
"Fine," Faramir sighed. "It truly is a blessing to see you again."
"I know. As it is a blessing having you as my brother."
"I never told you this before," Faramir admitted.
"Tell me what?"
"I have looked up to you for as long as I have known you. You are everything I have ever wanted to be. You are like my hero. I'm sorry that I'm such a disappointment."
"I never want to hear you speak those words again! Ever! You are no disappointment. You have never been a disappointment. I must admit that I have always admired your intelligence and dedication and wished I myself possessed these qualities. Faramir, you too are my hero. I am grateful that my life has been blessed with your presence."
"That means a lot, Boromir." Faramir was surprised to hear his brother speak such words. He knew his brother loved him, but Boromir was never really open with his feelings.
"Boromir look!"
"I see them."
In the city square where a fountain was built, stood eight companions. Their faces were familiar, but Boromir seemed to be a stranger to them.
"My friends. Do you not remember an old friend?" Boromir asked.
The eight turned towards the figure and were stunned to see the man they thought was dead.
"It can't be!" exclaimed Frodo, surprise clearly in his voice.
"It is," said Faramir.
"Boromir!" both Merry and Pippin cried out as they ran towards the man and engulfed him in a hug.
"Welcome back my friend," Aragorn said as he too embraced the man.
Soon the others followed.
"You certainly missed out. Don't you ever dies out on us again lad!" Gimli teased.
"We thought we lost you for good," Frodo added.
Sam was speechless, but he was certainly glad to see Boromir again.
"I had never known what death was like until it had taken over you," Legolas admitted. "I'm relieved to see that you are here among us again."
"The higher powers seem to have believed you have a greater purpose in life," Gandalf said.
"I am glad to know I was missed."
"More than you think my brother," Faramir added. Faramir removed a fairly large object from his pouch. It was the horn of Gondor he had found washed away on the shore. "I think this belongs to you."
Boromir examined the horn and then looked at his brother. "Faramir... I'm sorry I had you so worried. Forgive me."
"No my brother, finding this horn only gave me new hope that somewhere out there you were safe and that you had finally received the rest you deserved from all this tragedy."
Boromir removed the elvish cloak wrapped around his neck and placed it over Faramir's. "Here. Keep this. You were of more help to the fellowship than I was."
"Thank you. I shall never leave it anywhere, but in my possession."
"Touching," Merry interrupted. "Family reunions always get to me. Anyway, is there anything to eat out here?"
"If you will excuse me I would like to see my city once more," said Boromir.
"There is nobody stopping you my friend," Gandalf pointed out.
"I shall see all of you again later"
"Then we shall celebrate to this and to our victory," Aragorn announced.
And so a celebration took place. The fellowship, now in its fully restored state, enjoyed their time of well deserved peace that their hardships and sufferings had helped them to achieve. Gondor was restored to its former glory and all the grief and destruction that had befallen middle-earth had been forgotten this night. But peace would only last for a short time, for a new evil would soon awaken.
But he is no longer dead! Muahahaha!!! For I am an author and have the power
to give new life to whomever I wish!!!
Anyway... this is only a small part of a huge story I'm writing.
So please enjoy this all you Boromir fans.)
The New Days of Gondor
Chapter 1: Boromir and the Rebuilding of the Fellowship
Boromir awoke and found himself in a most unusual setting. This was strange because he had just been in one of the longest sleep in his life and to suddenly wake up in the most unlikely of places was just strange and unbelievable. He was amidst a throne room filled with dazzling white light. There was not a being within these walls, yet Boromir felt a comforting and powerful presence nearby.
"Come Son of Gondor." came the firm voice.
"Show thyself!" Boromir demanded, his fear evergrowing.
"I can sense your fear, young one. It is not necessary to fear me," the voice comforted. "Come to my throne. I have words of great importance and something of great value that you may be interested in."
"What could be of great value to me?" Boromir asked as he also made his way towards the source of the voice. "I am dead and of no further use to anyone."
"You may be of use yet," said the voice as a body began to form around it. It was a man in his middle ages with the looks of a king. His apparel was white and his hair was a silvery blue. A crown lay atop his head and a ring made of sapphire and mithrill encircled his right index finger.
Boromir took time to examine the celestial being sitting before him. His hair was of a strange color and his young age was surprising. There was certainly a great power within this man, but Boromir had not the knowledge to understand it. "My lord, what is it you desire to speak to me about. And what is this item of great value that you possess?"
"You see Son of Gondor, this is no ordinary item. It is a gift only for those deserving of such an honor. It is the gift of life Boromir and you have redeemed yourself before your death that you are deserving of such an honor."
"My... my life?" Boromir barely managed to say.
"Yes brave Boromir, son of Denethor and brother of the noble Faramir."
"But there must be more to this than I am hearing," said the doubtful Boromir.
"Ahhh yes. Have you so little belief in me? I can understand why. You are both wise and cautious. Truly deserving of such a gift. If you had not yet heard, which i note you probably have not, the one ring of power has been destroyed by what remains of the fellowship-"
"What of them? Have they succeeded? Are they all right?" Boromir cut him off.
"Please do not interrupt me young one and for your information they are all alive and in great health. Lets get back to my explanation shall we? It seems that the fellowship is not complete without you. I would like you to experience this victory since you have been a great contributor in the victory of middle earth. And since the one called Gandalf was permitted to return to middle earth it is only fair that you return to your home as well."
"But there are many others who deserve such a reward more than I do."
"There are many," the elder agreed. "But you have been chosen from the many. Consider yourself lucky."
"I truly am. Thank you my lord."
"Then it is done. New life will be bestowed upon you. All that is required of you is to exit the doors directly behind you. As soon as you pass through it, you will be transported back to Gondor where familiar faces await you."
"My lord you are most kind. How may I repay you?"
"All I request of you is that you live your life to its fullest and stay close to the ones that care most about you for they will be your most prized possessions in the following years to come. Go now young one, you are of no more use here."
"I will depart now my lord. Thank you, but may I ask of your name before I leave?"
"I am he who needs no name, but has one. I am the keeper of life. I have no other purpose than to shed light into the darkness and to bring hope to those that have none. I give courage to those who lack it and comfort to those in need of it. Many call me Drean Arevir. In an ancient language it means 'Mind of wind and hand of life', but you may call me friend."
"I am honored Lord Drean. I shall not forget your kindness."
"Go now my friend. We shall meet each other again."
With those final words, Boromir walked through the double doors and returned to the world of the living.
Boromir saw sunlight. It was amazing. After all he had been dead for a couple of months. It was different from the darkened skies that lingered back in the days of the threat of Sauron.
Before lie the white city of Gondor. He longed so much to return to this place and witness its beauty once more and now it has become a reality. Gondor's gates were open, welcoming him.
The city of Gondor was more open, welcoming him. Children played about and celebration filled the air. It was so hard for Boromir to take it all in. He kept walking taking in every detail of his home. It all seemed to different than before. Boromir wandered the city and the memories of the past were overtaking him.
Then came the moment he feared and anticipated at the same time. There he was standing atop a platform. His younger brother Faramir stared out into the sky.
"Faramir!" called Boromir. "Faramir it is I!"
Upon hearing the familiar and unbelievable voice, Faramir turned around. Faramir nearly dropped to his knees. He was unable to do so. Instead he just stood there trying to comprehend the fact that a person elder brother stood before him.
"Boromir?" Faramir asked. "No it can't be you! You're-"
"Dead?" Boromir finished. "Yes I was. But I was bestowed the gift of life and was sent back here."
"Boromir?" Is that really you?" said Faramir as he approached the man who claimed to be Boromir and examined him. "Boromir?"
"Yes Faramir it is. I have missed you greatly," he said as tears began to roll down his cheeks.
"I have missed you as well my brother," said Faramir as he gathered Boromir into an embrace.
As the two pulled away Faramir looked into his brothers eyes and felt all the sadness within him leave.
When he heard news of his brother's death he felt truly alone. His father had also been killed which left him the only one who could fulfill his duty as Steward.
"Boromir you must come with me. I know of a few friends of yours who would certainly be pleased to see you again."
"Where are they Faramir? I desire to look upon their faces once more"
"Come then They are not far from here. Hurry!"
Faramir led Boromir through the crowded streets of Gondor passing old and new faces.
"You must explain how this came to be," Faramir demanded.
"I shall tell you Faramir, but now is not the time."
"Fine," Faramir sighed. "It truly is a blessing to see you again."
"I know. As it is a blessing having you as my brother."
"I never told you this before," Faramir admitted.
"Tell me what?"
"I have looked up to you for as long as I have known you. You are everything I have ever wanted to be. You are like my hero. I'm sorry that I'm such a disappointment."
"I never want to hear you speak those words again! Ever! You are no disappointment. You have never been a disappointment. I must admit that I have always admired your intelligence and dedication and wished I myself possessed these qualities. Faramir, you too are my hero. I am grateful that my life has been blessed with your presence."
"That means a lot, Boromir." Faramir was surprised to hear his brother speak such words. He knew his brother loved him, but Boromir was never really open with his feelings.
"Boromir look!"
"I see them."
In the city square where a fountain was built, stood eight companions. Their faces were familiar, but Boromir seemed to be a stranger to them.
"My friends. Do you not remember an old friend?" Boromir asked.
The eight turned towards the figure and were stunned to see the man they thought was dead.
"It can't be!" exclaimed Frodo, surprise clearly in his voice.
"It is," said Faramir.
"Boromir!" both Merry and Pippin cried out as they ran towards the man and engulfed him in a hug.
"Welcome back my friend," Aragorn said as he too embraced the man.
Soon the others followed.
"You certainly missed out. Don't you ever dies out on us again lad!" Gimli teased.
"We thought we lost you for good," Frodo added.
Sam was speechless, but he was certainly glad to see Boromir again.
"I had never known what death was like until it had taken over you," Legolas admitted. "I'm relieved to see that you are here among us again."
"The higher powers seem to have believed you have a greater purpose in life," Gandalf said.
"I am glad to know I was missed."
"More than you think my brother," Faramir added. Faramir removed a fairly large object from his pouch. It was the horn of Gondor he had found washed away on the shore. "I think this belongs to you."
Boromir examined the horn and then looked at his brother. "Faramir... I'm sorry I had you so worried. Forgive me."
"No my brother, finding this horn only gave me new hope that somewhere out there you were safe and that you had finally received the rest you deserved from all this tragedy."
Boromir removed the elvish cloak wrapped around his neck and placed it over Faramir's. "Here. Keep this. You were of more help to the fellowship than I was."
"Thank you. I shall never leave it anywhere, but in my possession."
"Touching," Merry interrupted. "Family reunions always get to me. Anyway, is there anything to eat out here?"
"If you will excuse me I would like to see my city once more," said Boromir.
"There is nobody stopping you my friend," Gandalf pointed out.
"I shall see all of you again later"
"Then we shall celebrate to this and to our victory," Aragorn announced.
And so a celebration took place. The fellowship, now in its fully restored state, enjoyed their time of well deserved peace that their hardships and sufferings had helped them to achieve. Gondor was restored to its former glory and all the grief and destruction that had befallen middle-earth had been forgotten this night. But peace would only last for a short time, for a new evil would soon awaken.