I'm writing this from memory, a memory I long ago should have forgot, but I keep with me.

Boromir came to me, troubled, for once not the brave and reckless man I had known him to be in the past.

"What are you doing here?" I questioned briskly.

"Aragorn..." He replied, "The Istari told me of-"

I in pity urged him to sit.

He collapsed into a chair of the table, and I sat across from him. "Come, tell me of what they said." I told him.

"They told me of my death. Of a bridge, then an Elven boat on which... On which Gimli, Legolas, and..."

"And who?" I questioned.

"And you. You, Gimli, and Legolas boarded me onto the boat."

I paled.

"They do not lie." He breathed.

"Did they say when?"

"They cannot say."

"Why are you here?"

In my mind I wondered. Why did he not go to see Gimli or Legolas? Or had he already? He in the past had been proud. Steadfast. A jewel. A dark haired, grey eyed NĂºmenorean. My brow wrinkled. Boromir noticed.

He sighed, brushing back his hair with the heel of his hand, absurdly masculine despite how broken up he was. "I have long had a confession to make to you... Aragorn..."

My heart weakened for him. We were all to die, but him sooner than others. I grasped his forearm, looking into his grey eyes, the grey eyes with stories and past bravado, the grey eyes with weariness, new with the wisdom he had recently gained. With my eyes, I begged him to tell me, to complete the mission. I whispered, so quietly I could almost not hear myself. "Please tell me..." In my mind I added what I want to hear. Tell me, what I do so desperately want to hear...

He clasped my arm back, effortlessly stronger than me.

"I love you." He said.

I silenced. We heard only the sound of our shallow breathing, my hand still on his forearm. His gripped tighter. I stood up abruptly, knocking over the chair, a goblet from the table falling to the floor.

Clank clank-clank.

He looked at me, embarassed. "I should leave..."

"Who are you to-" I started. He paused. Turned, stared into my eyes.

"Who are you to tell me you love me?!" I yelled.

Tears dripped down my face. They trailed down my cheeks.

"Who are you to come here and tell me you love me, and you are going TO DIE!"

My tears fell without control.

"There are three things I know. I am Boromir. I am going to die. And I, am in love with you."

I circled around the table and fell to the ground, my head at his knees. He knelt to the ground and reached his arms around me.

"Amin mela lle... I love you." I breathed, collapsing into his arms.

He grabbed me, kissing me with intense passion. I could feel his love.

I broke away. "Please stay with me tonight." We walked to my chambers and laid upon the bed. We stared into each other's eyes, no words spoken. "Please stay with me forever." I begged. My bravery had gone, and all left was vulnerability from my love. "You can avoid bridges, we can-" He hushed me with a kiss.

One look told that fate would happen regardless my pleas.

I had one last wish. I spoke gently, my breath playing on his ear, his breathing intensifying. "Please make love to me."

I awoke in the morning, Boromir gone.

I cannot forget love. I should never be able to.

I could never freely admit to my love for Boromir. When boarding him onto the boat I whispered to him, "Diola lle. Thank you. Thank you for loving me."

I after went to the Falls of Rauros and soothed my heart with tears, sobbing to the water, and grasped tightly the token I took from him. The silver collar with the white stone set in it. I still have it. I still do.

A memory I long ago should have forgot.