Boromir's breath comes in short ragged gasps as I sqeeze his hand gently. He looks up at me and I can see both love and terror in his eyes. I can tell he knows he is dying his face is already milky white and blood pours out of his mouth. I softly rub my thumb on his hand trying to reassure him that all will be well.
A boy flies for freedom but dies for the peace in the clouds he waits for an answer but there's no release
Boromir admits to trying to take the ring from Frodo, but I've already forgiven him for I knew what the ring was capable of doing to a person. I told him the ring was beyond our reach now and gently told him he had not failed us at all. In my eyes he was a true hero and secreatly I admired his strength to hold on for as long as he had.
Its strange here without you and its so hard to see so brother up in Heaven please wait up for me
He called me his brother, his captain and his king before he sucombed to death. I stood up, silently weeping for my friend as I stared blankly into the forest. Legolas gently put his arm around me and I looked into his eyes. For the first time I didn't care that this weakness was shone, Legolas pulled me close and I finished my weeping on his chest.
Oh brother up in Heaven please wait up for me Istill see his shadow his laugh lingers on
That night we made camp miles away from Amon hen, my dreams were filled with all Boromir had done to help us. The next morning I awoke and looked around hoping that he was still really there with us. I hung my head realizeing he would never be back. Weeping softly I hide my face on my pillow wishing I could bring back our friend.
When I dream we're all back together when I wake hes gone its strange here without you this was not meant to be so brother up in Heaven please wait up for me
I sighed realizeing I was also feeling angry that our friend had died. Gimli touched my shoulder asking if I was alright. I shook my head telling him how I had been feeling since Boromir died. He and Legolas admitted feeling the same I.
And though we try to change the world a flower when its cut will surely die so why do men with so much hate destroy what they cannot create whule we all stand by
I smiled saddly as I remember the look in our friend's eyes right before he breathed his last. His eyes were full of peace. I wondered if someday we could all feel that way again.
We look back in anger would you help us to see so brother up in Heaven please wait up for me oh brother up in Heaven please wait up for me
I believed someday we would.
The end