Excerpts from Isabella's MacBook Air: Boromir's Death

.t.h.e.g.r.e.a.t.e.s.t.e.v.i.l.

"Boromir!" Isabella called out desperately. She pushed Aragorn aside, and the ranger permitted it, for he knew that Isabella was greater than he could ever be, and Boromir would surely prefer her goddess-like face to his scraggly, smelly one.

The fallen man turned to look at her, believing it to be his last glimpse of the great beauty.

With a sad smile, Boromir said lovingly, "Thank you for gracing me with your companionship on this journey, no matter what my end is. I'm grateful that I was allowed to spend any time with you, that I was allowed to see your face in the beautiful sunrise…" His voice was a little less than a whisper, but she heard it anyway.

"Boromir, no! It cannot end this way!" Isabella cried out. She grabbed both his hands in hers, and began to sing an ancient chant in a language known only to her.

Tsamina mina, eh eh
Waka waka, eh eh
Tsamina mina zangalewa
Anawa a a
Tsamina mina, eh eh
Waka waka, eh eh
Tsamina mina zangalewa
This time for Africa

Awela Majoni Biggie Biggie Mama One A To Zet
Athi sithi LaMajoni Biggie Biggie Mama From East To West
Bathi... Waka Waka Ma Eh Eh Waka Waka Ma Eh Eh
Zonke zizwe mazi buye
Cuz this is Africa[1]

Slowly, her hands began to emit a soft light, a light in the color of her hair, and Boromir's wounds began to heal. (The arrows embedded in his chest miraculously disappeared without anyone noticing while she was singing.) The rest of the Fellowship's eyes widened in surprise, watching as her healing didn't stop at his wounds, but continued on to his old scars, making them fade and disappear.

When she was done, she gave Boromir the kindest of smiles and said, "I have healed you. May my gift to you be forever treasured."

And of course, because healing a man who was at the brink of death took a lot of her infinite energy, she fainted from sheer exhaustion.

Boromir, already standing up because his energy was suddenly renewed by Isabella, made to catch her before her beautiful face became stained with mud, but Legolas caught her first with his Elvish grace and lifted her up into his arms bridal style.

Aragorn whispered fiercely, "I should have caught her!" Then he raised his voice and said with the authority of a leader, "Come! Let the lady rest. We shall stop here, and then continue our travel once she wakes up."

"What of the hobbits?" asked Gimli sadly. "Where are they?"

"The hobbits were captured by the Uruk-hai," replied Boromir gravely. "But we must let Isabella rest." He was fond of the little folk, yes, but Isabella came first, for she was that much more important.

"We were captured?" wondered an unseen someone.

"No, Nincompoop, we weren't!" said another voice from behind them. The Fellowship turned in shock, not able to believe their eyes: Merry and Pippin were standing their, grinning foolishly as they were wont to.

"Yes, we were, Pip!" said Merry, slapping his cousin at the back of his head. He turned toward the others and explained. "We were captured by the Uruks, but then Isabella came flying down on this beautiful steed—she called it a Pegasus—and rescued us. But she didn't kill any of the Uruks; she spared them mercifully when they begged for their lives. Right now, they're on their way to spread the good news of the gorgeous angel that saved them from the evil hand of Saruman."

"And Frodo and Sam?" Gimly prompted.

"Here we are," called Sam, a little way off.

Frodo spoke, "Isabella caught up to us before we set the boat adrift, and convinced us that we should stay. She said it's not that hard to resist the Ring because she's had so much experience."

"She was so beautiful when she said it," began Sam dreamily.

"That there could be no way we could leave," continued Frodo. "She gave us such great hope."

"She truly is a beauty," murmured Gandalf, looking at the female in Legolas' arms with paternal love.

.t.h.e.g.r.e.a.t.e.s.t.e.v.i.l.

1 Shakira's Waka Waka (This Time for Africa) lyrics, copied and pasted from LyricsMode.

Okay, I know I said that the story was complete. Technically, it was. But someone (by the penname of Mad Furry Cheshire Cat) reviewed it, and I remembered that this story existed. I looked through it again, and came up with the idea of posting the "Excerpts from Isabella's MacBook Air" part.

I plan on putting up the excerpt from her MacBook, and then I plan on posting what really happened. I'm working on the "What Really Happened" part right now, and hopefully I get to finish it before I leave for the airport to go to Spain in five hours as of 10:00. I doubt it, though, so you might have to wait two weeks for that.

WARNING: Since I'm not a creative genius like J.R.R. Tolkien, I don't know how to bridge the events with one another. So even though I change the important parts of the story, the effects will still happen. For example, in the real LotR, Boromir's death caused Aragorn to consider taking the throne. But since Boromir didn't die here, doesn't that mean that Aragorn won't take the throne? No. He still will.

Tell me which scenes from the original Lord of the Rings do you want me to add Isabella into, and that shall be Isabella's next excerpt. :D

I also plan on adding more to this excerpt. I want to add Isabella's more narcissistic side.

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Sneak peak of What Really Happened: Boromir's Death

"Boromir!" Isabella called out in her high, nails-on-chalkboard voice. She tried pushing Aragorn aside, but the ranger knelt firm, glaring at the plain-looking teenager adorned in a clown wig. Isabella fell back and landed on her behind, the mud of the forest floor staining her clothes—not that anyone could notice, since she was already covered in the brown stuff. "Eragon! Move, you ass butt! I have to save him!"