The Fall and Rise of Boromir
Prologue
Boromir lay on his back looking up at his friend, Aragorn. "I would have followed you, my brother... My captain... My king." As the breath left his chest, Boromir felt the tyrannical presence of guilt as he waited for the release of death. His father, Denathor, and his little brother, Faramir, would be left behind without him. He wondered where their lives would go without the glue that was Boromir to hold their family together.
But as his eyes began to darken, he felt the presence of the One who had created him in his mind: Eru Illuvatar. Eru was beckoning him not to worry about such things for his end was not an end, but a new beginning. He felt the reassurance of Eru, letting him know that His guiding hand was neither finished with his brother nor his father. Time would tell whether or not they listened to the voice of Eru or chose their own path.
Eru's message to Boromir in this still and quiet twinkling of time was clear: the choice was theirs to make, and only theirs. Those choices would affect much as would Frodo's own choices on the path he had now taken alone.
Frodo. Oh no, sweet Frodo; how Boromir loved those little hobbits, even if his actions towards Frodo had not shown it on this day.
Frodo had to know this somewhere down in his heart.
Legolas stood watching in confusion and turmoil, Gimli in yet another moment of deep sadness after losing his people in Moria. It was in this moment that Boromir received the permission from Eru that he needed to let them all go and finally let his life on Arda pass into memory.
His face became empty as Aragorn's eyes filled with tears.
Boromir awoke with a jolt and sat up in bed screaming. As he tried to catch his breath, he wiped the sweat from his brow. He thought to himself, 'My dear Eru…..Yahweh…. What just happened'?
As usual, Boromir was having another crazy nightmare in which he was fighting orcs and monsters. 'Dreams? Wait. No. Not dreams'. It took a moment for him to shake the sleep out of his mind, but he remembered. He had figured it out two weeks ago: he had a body on Arda and a body on Earth. When one went to sleep, the other awoke. If not for Thomas Hunter, he would have thought he was losing his mind. 'Orcs, goblins, wizards? Come on Boromir. Get it together….. Of course these are dreams.'
There was a loud knock on his door that jolted him from his thoughts and back to reality.
"Yes"? Boromir asked.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, sir, but David wants to see you", a small voice echoed from the large stone hallway outside of Boromir's door.
Boromir responded that he would be down shortly and slowly climbed from his bed at the monastery just outside of Paradise, Colorado. His eyes stared off into the great nothing as he contemplated what was going on in his mind.