The Vision

Déorwyn instantly recognized Shadowfax. When she was a girl, she spent a good deal of time riding alongside Gandalf learning about the White City, Gondor and Middle Earth. He was her first tutor and her favorite. After Gandalf left the city, no one could ever take his place. He knew first hand from his travels about every land and race of Middle Earth.

"Faramir! Gandalf is here!" She exclaimed as she bolted out of the stables. She had not seen the wizard in years. It was rumored that he had come to Minas Tirath a few months ago, but locked himself in the archives and quickly departed.

Faramir chased after her, trying to calm her down, but she was too fast. She made her way up to the top level of the tiered city and went directly to the great hall, where she often found Gandalf smoking his pipe as he criticized Denethor's rule over the kingdom. She loved that Gandalf had little faith in her father and was constantly searching for the true heir to the thrown of Gondor.

She approached the great hall's doors just as Gandalf burst out of them, knocking her over with his staff.

"Oh, heavens. My dear Déorwyn! Forgive me, I-" the old wizard began before being cut off by the embrace of the girl.

When she let go, she began, "Gandalf! What brings you to Minas Tirath! I had not expected you! With word I would have had a feast prepared in your honor. Long has it been!"

"Agreed! And I must stop you from preparing what would have been a marvelous feast; your hospitality rivals that of the Hobbits! but I am afraid I cannot stay. I have business that needs to be attended to " He stated.

By this time, Faramir appeared- completely winded from trying to catch up with his sister. Gandalf greeted him with high regards, and congratulated him on his victory at Osgiliath.

"Gandalf," Faramir started. " I am afraid you have missed Boromir. Father has sent him to Rivendell to-"

" To bargain for the ring of power, yes I know. This is why I am here. I have no intentions of letting the ring slip into the hands of Denethor, and I can let you know this, Lord Elrond will not simply let the ring slip into the hands of a human- no offense that is." Gandalf spoke.

"None taken for I know of the possession that this ring would bring. I know of it's evil." Faramir replied.

"Gandalf, why must Boromir go then? Why did Denethor send him away? He only just finished battle and he was to return to the City to spend time with me. I have been lonely without the company of my two brothers. I wish he had not had left." Déorwyn said, beginning to tear up. She was tired from her long day of travel and wide range of emotions.

"Alas, my little student, I do not have an answer. I must be on my way though-" he said.

"Gandalf, can you not stay until morning! I beg of you, please. There is much I wish to talk to you about, and I fear I will not see you for many more months!" Déorwyn begged. She knew that Gandalf could not say no to her. He thought of her like his own kin, and did not have the heart to turn her down. He thought for a moment.

"Ah, in fact yes. The hour is late, and it has been a rough day. I shall give Shadowfax a good nights rest and tomorrow I must depart. But you, missy, must be off to bed. You look as if you would curl up right now on this stone if you could! Come now, off to bed" Gandalf ordered.

Déorwyn did not protest. Knowing that her wizard friend was to stay till morning made her feel like she won the battle. She looked to Faramir, who was chuckling at her young girl ways of persuasion. He kissed her on the forehead and sent her to bed.

Déorwyn did not bother saying goodnight to her father. She knew he didn't care.

The woods were silent. Too silent. She was in a forest somewhere she had never been before. All of the sudden, she herd a great horn blow.

THE HORN OF GONDOR! She thought. This meant one thing. Boromir was near by.

She raced after the horn, for it called two more times. She saw her brother fighting of what looked like monsters. She had never seen anything so evil looking in her whole life. This, she thought, must be the legendary Uruk Hai of Isenguard. There were six non-monsters that she could see, including her brother. An Elf, a Dwarf, another Man and two small creatures, which her brother was shielding. These, she deduced must be hobbits.

Just then, a loud WHISP was herd. An arrow came flying by her, just missing her ear.

"DÉORWYN!!!" Boromir cried. She ran toward him, pulling out a dagger from her belt. As an Uruk charged toward her, he was caught off guard by a rock thrown at his head by one of the Hobbits. With his guard down, Déorwyn thrust her dagger into his chest, killing the beast.

Boromir looked on, happy that his sister had killed the monster. A thick, black arrow struck him as his back was turned.

Déorwyn cried out, but it was too late. Boromir was hit again, and again by arrows and kept on getting back up to protect his sister and the two small Hobbits. He finally succumbed. As she went to her brother, She was trampled by Uruk, and carried off with the two Hobbits. She looked back, screaming, kicking to her brother, who laid lifeless in the arms of the other man. She passed out.

Déorwyn woke with sweat dripping down her fore head. She breathed a sigh of relief when she realized it was just a dream.

She looked out the window and saw Gandalf sitting under the tree of kings. She quickly dressed and went to him. Something was not right.

" My child!" Gandalf stated as she approached. When she got closer, he could see something was troubling her. " My child, what ever is the matter?"

" Gandalf, I just had the most horrifying dream" she said. " I was in a forest and overlooked as my brother, Boromir, fought off the monster Uruk Hai. He was in the company of six other men. He was caught off guard and fell at the hands of a Uruk." She looked worried. When the words were coming out of her mouth, she couldn't even believe what she was saying. Nothing could take down her Boromir. It was just a dream. "I guess, though, Gandalf, it was just a dream. Forgive me for troubling you with my silliness."

"Nonsense. As I say, everything happens for a reason, and that includes dreams. Now tell me, who was in the company of your brother Déorwyn?" he inquired.

" There was Boromir, another man, an elf, and a dwarf. Oh yes! And two Hobbits!!"

Gandalf's eyes grew wide. "Frodo-" he breathed so that she could not hear.

"Gandalf, Boromir is going to be alright, right?"

"I do not have the answers, my child. Only that the path Boromir soon will take is treacherous and very dangerous. I do not have any answers." Gandalf said.

"Then someone has got to warn him! He is better off protecting the city than in the forest with an unfamiliar company!"

" 'Tis what I informed your father last evening, but he would not listen. His greed for the ring is clouding his mind and he would send his proclaimed favorite son to his doom" Gandalf said. His talk of Boromir's doom was not making her feel any better. "The day grows late, I must be on my way! I beg of you Déorwyn, do not do anything irrational." And without even a good bye, he was gone.

She would not let this happen. Something had to be done. Boromir would not die.

She stormed into the Great hall, only to find Faramir standing at the tableside while Denethor ate his breakfast. Denethor finished without acknowledging Déorwyn's presence.

"You will go back to Osgiliath and that is final. I do not want your brother's hard work to be just thrown to the dogs. You must protect the city." Denethor commanded.

Faramir, who had no choice but to command, bowed to the Steward and started to leave the hall. Déorwyn stopped him. Faramir needed to hear this.

"My lord," she began, " I have had a vision of Boromir falling on this mission you have sent him on. You must send riders out to bring him back. Call off this hunt for the ring. You do not need it. Gondor will be better again!"

"And what would a girl know of what is best for Gondor" Denethor replied.

This was pointless. She went to Faramir. "My brother, you must ride out and stop him." She pleaded.

Faramir could see the concern and worry in her eyes, which made him uneasy. He felt her sorrow. " Sister, I myself, cannot carry out what you ask, as I leave this moment for Osgiliath. But, I will send out a small troop of the best 10 riders I can spare to fetch Boromir." This last part, he spoke softly as to not inform Denethor of his plan to foil his plan for the ring. This was not good enough for Déorwyn.

"I will ride out with them. He will listen to me."

"I wont have it! By now, Boromir is only a day's ride from here and if I dispatch the group soon enough, they will be able to catch up with him within a day." Faramir stated.

"Just let me-" she began

"No. And that's final. You must promise me you will not leave with the group. Its to dangerous out there and I could not live with myself if you were hurt." Faramir said.

She could not bear to fight with her brother. She must go and get Boromir. He would not listen to a group of young soldiers. She had to be there.

"Fine brother, but send Grayson with the group. He knows Boromir and will relay my message" she added.

"As you wish, my sister. I must prepare my horse for Osgiliath, excuse me." Faramir said and left.

She was really getting sick of everyone coming in to her life and leaving. This was getting old. It was final. She was going to go after Boromir. She needed some sort of excitement of her own.

Just for formality, she addressed her father.

"My Lord, Boromir will surly die if he embarks on this mission. I am going after him. Do I have your blessing."

"Bring back my boy." Was all Denethor could say.

"If I return, I hope you think better of me father." She boldly said. She never, ever called him father to his face.

"We shall see. Morwen" he added.

She left the great hall and went to prepare her things for the journey.