Author's Note: Drabble. Posting this for the heck of it. Cover art is mine. It doesn't convey anywhere near the amount of emotion I feel when I watch Boromir die… But it won't hurt anything to post this. I do not own Lord of the Rings. Period.
Arrows pierced his side.
I watched him collapse, gulping for air. A horrible shadow was in his eyes. His face was twisted in pain, but not from his wounds, it came from the knowledge he couldn't help us.
That was the last I saw of Boromir, son of Denethor.
You don't know how it feels to be desperate to help and to know you are powerless. I wept in shame.
Those were torturous months, knowing your friends were probably dead, but never being sure.
I almost slipped out of Life's embrace. I wanted to.
But I couldn't have abandoned Pippin.