Prologue:
I would have followed you my brother, my captain, my king.
They will look for his coming at the white tower but he will not come.
A boat streamed down the river with the current and was swept away and down the Falls of Rauros.
There was something about this boat that drew the water nymphs to it. It must have been the soul seeking within. His last redemption, his last confection brought along an interest in this particular boat. Upon seeing the elvish handwork upon it, they sent it to the queen. She was a gentle woman known for her foresight, and logical thinking.
"Lay the boat under the spring of life. This soul has another chance, for I have seen his past and his forthcoming fate if it may be given." She said standing up and beckoning the boat towards her. She placed the boat under the spring and watched as life was restored to the body inside. The wounds started to heal and his shallow breathing returned.
"Welcome back to the land of the living Boromir son of Denethor, son of Gondor"
