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Synopsis: Instead of Resting in Peace, Like he rightfully deserved, after his death Boromir wakes up in a strange land. It looks just like home...but there's a twist. It's overrun by young teenage girls who are in love with him! Can he outrun them before it's too late and he (at 40 years old) is forced to marry someone at least 26 years his junior? Throw in a seriously confused Haldir and you've got one Hell of a Parody!


Chapter One: If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it!

Boromir awoke with a start. He quickly surveyed his surroundings in confusion. He was currently laying in the middle of a field that seemed oddly familiar; yet he was quite sure he had never been here before

"Where am I?" He groaned, "I thought I was dead!"

"You are dead, Boromir, son of Denethor," A voice replied.

Boromir whipped his head around and saw a tall dark-haired woman leaning casually on what appeared to be some sort of bird bath.

"What is the meaning of this?" He exclaimed angrily, scrambling to his feet and reaching for his sword. Or rather, where his sword should have been.

"Ah Ah now, lets not be hasty with the weaponry my dear, I might just have to confiscate them," the woman calmly chided.

There was a small pop and Boromir looked down to find that not only was he without weapons, he was without clothing altogether!

"Well..." the woman continued, "obviously not all of your weapons then." Boromir stared at her in horror as she stared, smirking, at his...ahem...'weapon'.

He turned a bright shade of crimson and attempted to cover himself with his hands, "W-What is going on?" He stammered, "What is this place? Who are you?"

"So many questions..." She sighed, "Well, Borry my dear, you are dead...yes. You were slain in the battle of Amon Hen. You have now passed into, well, lets call it...the fantasy world. It is similar to your homeland, Middle Earth, in appearance, yes. But there are many disturbing differences that you are most likely to discover. I am your...guide I suppose. My name is Annalieth."

Boromir's brow furrowed as he took in this information. "What am I supposed to do here?" He asked.

"Mm, wander I presume," She said nonchalantly, "Come here and look into my basin. It will give you your last glimpse of the world you left behind.

Boromir slowly made his way over to the woman. He surveyed her closely. She was wearing scandalously short dress. It reached her mid thigh and was cut quite low. She was also draped in a large red cloak that contrasted with her long dark hair and pale skin. He cautiously peered over the edge of the basin into the pool of water it contained. This reminded him much of the elf Galadriel's mirror.

"What do you see?" She asked in a velvety voice.

"Nothing..." He started. However, as soon as the words left his mouth images began to appear. It was Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli. They were sending his body down the river as a farewell. He then saw Frodo and Sam, heading off on their own. He heard snippets of Frodo's voice, "I wonder what happened to Boromir?" he said "I hope B's okay."

Boromir sniffed and muttered, "You had your turn, and now your going to learn what It really feels like to miss B! If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it!!!!!"

TO BE CONTINUED!


A/N: Boromir's right! If they liked it then they shoulda put a ring on it! Chapter 2 hopefully coming soon, Stay tuned.

Paigeey