It was now the fourth day since Boromir had arrived in a world which he found foreign to say the least. His wounds were healing nicely but he was still weak and tired easily. He still did not know his identity and his past was lost to him. But, sometimes a thought would surface for a fleeting moment; something about little ones, and then it would disappear, becoming lost in the part of his mind that refused to remember. His nightmares had stopped and he couldn't remember any of his dreams.
That evening, Lauren helped Boromir out of bed and led him into the living room.
"Sit right here," Lauren said as she led him to the sofa. She then placed a blanket over his legs. "Comfy?"
"Comfy?" Boromir asked, puzzled.
"Are you comfortable?"
"Oh, yes, thank you," Boromir said, smiling.
"Good. I'll bring you cup of tea," Lauren said.
"Thank you, M'lady. I have been longing for a cup of tea."
Lauren smiled down at the handsome man and went into the kitchen. Just then, Boromir happened to glance over at Ethan and Alison as they watched TV. His eyes went directly to the set. He gasped and sprang off the sofa shouting, "What is going on here? What is that?" he asked, pointing to the television.
"It's a TV, John" Alison replied.
"The people, are they little ones trapped inside the box?" Boromir asked, his voice rising in fear.
"What?" Alison asked, becoming worried.
Boromir became agitated and he began to hyperventilate. "Has Sauron trapped them inside the box with his magic?" he asked anxiously.
Ethan and Alison looked at Boromir with concern. "Mommy!" Ethan cried out. "Something's wrong with John!"
Lauren rushed into the room and over to Boromir. His face had gone white and he was gasping for air. "John, what's the matter? You're as white as a sheet. Sit down."
"But the people trapped in the box!" Boromir said as Lauren sat him on the sofa.
"They're not really trapped in the box. Oh my, how do I explain this to you?"
Alison came to the rescue. "John, you know what a puppet show is, right?"
"Puppets? Yes, I believe so. I think I have seen puppets…"
"Well, that's what this is like; it's like a puppet show but with real people."
Lauren's mouth dropped open. She shook her head and was astonished at how clever her daughter could be. She looked at Boromir and could see him begin to relax. She sat beside him.
"Who's Sah-ron?"
"Pardon?"
"You mentioned that name."
"I did?" Boromir asked, becoming agitated again. "I cannot remember, M'lady," he said, rubbing his face with his hands. "I am sorry for my outburst. Please forgive me."
"No worries," Lauren said, placing her hand on his knee. "Are you all right now?" Boromir nodded. "I'll get the tea for you," she said and rushed back into the kitchen.
The children came and sat beside Boromir as if to protect him. He smiled down at them and held them close.
The next day Boromir's life was completely turned upside down as Lauren informed him of how he had arrived into her world. It all sounded so unbelievable. None of it made any sense. If what had happened was true, then how would he return to his own world? Did his world still exist? Perhaps when his memory returned, he would find a way back, but right now there was nothing he could do other than to make the best of his situation. He felt very lucky that fate had brought him to Lauren and the children.
There were so many wondrous things in Lauren's home that he had never seen or experienced before. He didn't know if they existed in his world since he had no memories of it. Alison loved introducing these strange new devices to Boromir. They shocked him at first but he soon came to feel at ease around them. After the incident with the TV, Lauren and the children slowly introduced him to other electronic gadgets, such as Alison's CD player, which Boromir found emitted strange sounds. In fact the sound from the metal box hurt his ears. Alison called it music, but to Boromir it was only loud clanging noise. Lauren soon found music more to his liking and he enjoyed listening to the radio as he completed light tasks around the house.
It was later that evening when Alison came bouncing into the bedroom. "Are you ready, John?"
"I shall only be a moment."
Alison skipped out of the room, leaving Boromir to dress in the clothes Lauren had laid out for him. Earlier he had found his old clothes in the closet. Lauren had done a fine job of patching the maroon tunic. The fabric felt luxurious in his hands. He had hoped that by seeing and touching the majestic garment it would spark some kind of memory, but nothing had happened. He returned his clothes to the closet. He looked at himself in the mirror. Unfortunately, he did not recognize the face. He pushed his frustration aside, threw the robe he was wearing on the bed and dressed quickly, for tonight he was going to experience a wonderful event, decorating the Christmas tree.
