Goodbye, Boromir, Son of Gondor. Death has found you at last.
Fate is cruel to take the life of men like you and spare those who waste the time they were given with inanities, unable to see anything bigger then themselves, let alone fight for it.
Those are the ones who believe that they have the right to judge others. Who are they, though, to judge anyone, much less you? They do not know what you have sustained, nor will they ever. It would take a lot of pain and distress for one to share a small part of your burden, which they hope will never happen to them. They do not know the meaning of sacrifice. They cannot judge your deeds.
Neither can I. I do not claim to be able to comprehend what you did any better than they do, and I also hope intently that I will never be. I, however, have not presumed to judge. Instead of blaming you for failing, I admire you for resisting that long. The power of the ring has brought many men down before you. I can not even guess the dimension of your strength, or your burden, but I do know that both must have been immense.
You were many things, Boromir. You were focused on your people and your land, unable for the greatest part of your life to see others. You loved war for war's sake. You were used to winning, to getting your way. Your pride was hindering you, but you never noticed. You wanted power, and glory, for your people and for yourself, too. All those things are true.
But on your quest, you learned to appreciate other peoples. You loved and respected your father, but you also loved your brother and stood up for him when he himself couldn't. You were a true warrior, but you had great honor.
You were raised, always knowing that one day, you would rule the land. How could you not be proud? From early childhood, your life was influenced by war. How could you not be a warrior? Your beloved land was right next to the enemy's, danger always present. How could you not fall for the ring when it promised to be the last resort for Gondor?
You were meant to rule, but when your claim was rejected by someone greater than you, you were able to accept – at times, but still. You didn't support the intents of the fellowship, and yet you protected the ringbearer, even when it was against your own desires. You became a traitor, and still died in honor. Maybe it was good that you died. You wouldn't have been happy in that new, peaceful world.
I would have liked to know you, but my world is not yours and the fate of your world is nothing but a story in mine. And even if I could bridge the gap between the worlds, I would still be too small and unimportant to even speak to you. Probably, I would have never known the truth about your departure. But still, your story gives me faith, and strength.
Even though you eventually gave in to temptation, you are the actual hero to me, and you will always be.
Goodbye, Boromir, Son of Gondor. Death has found you at last.
May you find peace.
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I wrote this because Boromir is my favourite character and I think it's a shame he is so often blamed for taking the ring from Frodo. Many say that in the movie, he may be honorable, but in the book, he were a bad person. I don't believe that. In my mind, the movie-Boromir and the book-Boromir are one person, and you should read the story with this in your mind.