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I am Who I am

Cellas' Cave

Boren seized Eowyn by the wrist; the fury he felt in his heart was enough to make him do something he would regret greatly. His teeth were clenched tightly and his breathing was ragged, he wanted to throw this woman to the ground and cut out her lying tongue. That was what Cellas would have told him to do, but something was stopping him; his free arm was heavier than lead all of a sudden. He did not think that he could have struck her if he wanted.

He let go of her then, and stumbled back, crashing with force, in to the cave wall. "Go from my sight, woman, or you will have no legs to carry you." He couldn't look at her, if he did, for some reason he knew he would shattered into a thousand tiny, glass shards. "I...I don't want to hurt you, please just go, I don't care where." He got up then, still looking away from her. "Leave if you want to, I will not stop you."

"My lord, please, you know that what I tell you is true or you would have killed me. Come with me, your family wants you back." Perhaps this was the wrong choice of words, for Boren turned to look at her with fierce green eyes.

"Do not talk to me of family, I have no family except for Cellas." He marched with a brute force that, for the first time in this whole debacle, scared her. "What kind of family, or friends would have sent me over those falls, would have left me for dead! No, my lady, I have no family, not anymore."

"You do, have you not heard a word I have spoken to you? You have a brother who loves you, who would give the world to see you again if he could, even for an instant. And friends as well, friends that will be ashamed to know that you were not dead as they had thought. They love you, and you must know that they would not have done harm to you on purpose."

A pain, so strong it knocked the air out of Boren's chest, spread though his veins like a poison. Why was this woman telling him this? He had offered her, her freedom, yet she still spoke her lies to him, like a snake striking its victim continually until the fatal bite. He rushed up to her then, and in doing so she tripped and fell to the ground. Boren grabbed his sword from his side and raised it above his head, ready to strike. "I told you to go, yet you stay, and pour these lies on me like boiling water. I...I didn't want to hurt you, but now I ..."

Eowyn looked up from the ground, her eyes wide in the anticipation of metal against flesh. Tears started to well in her eyes, she thought to herself, I have killed the Witch King, and am going to die like this? No, she wasn't and she cried out; "Your brother told me about when your mother died, how he was so frightened and alone. He was afraid that no one was going to look after him. He told me that neither of you were permitted to cry at her funeral, you were to march in silence to the Hallows. Faramir told me it was the loneliest day of his life, and that when the precession was over, he fled." Boren lowered his sword, now it too, felt as heavy as lead to him.

"He said that he crawled under some stairs on the fifth circle, and convinced himself that no one was looking for him, and began to sob, and in the fashion of small children, exhausted himself and fell asleep. He said that he awoke to find himself in his big brother's chambers, wrapped in warm furs at the foot of the fire, and you, you Boromir, were watching over him. He said he had never felt so safe in his life."

Faramir's Encampment

Faramir's eyes cleared, and he shook himself out of his daze. He looked at his friends, and saw the waiting expressions on their faces. He had had a vision, and they all knew him well enough to know it, and now he was going to have to explain it. But the trouble with visions is, that they are hardly clear to the one who saw them in the first place. He blinked a few times, and replayed the scene that had just erupted into his mind's eye.

It was Éowyn; she was sprawled out on the floor as if she had been thrown there. Boromir was standing over her, sward in hand, ready to strike, Boromir cried out, but Faramir heard not what was said. Then, before he could tell the outcome of the situation, it faded, washed away like pebbles down a stream, and he was left to try and sift the answers from the deep waters.

Why, he asked himself, have the Valar hurled so much grief on me, can I have no peace at all. Things could not possibly get worse at this point, because he know had to face the reality that he would have to stop Boromir, in any way he could, before he hurt Éowyn. This thought was like a sward piercing his heart;the one person in his life that has always believed in him, who had loved him unconditionally, was his beloved older brother, and he was going to have to kill him. That, or let his wife be slaughtered at his brother's hand. This was truly, his worst nightmare realized.

"We have to act, I want Mablung and Anborn, to head back to Henneth Anon, then send word to the King that we have found Cellas. Tell him to send as many as can be spared. Then Mablung, you lead them to the cave." Faramir, who was passing as he gave his orders, only stopped when no one moved.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Go!" he said. Faramir was in Captain mode.

"My lord, please, what I am I to do?" This was Damrod, who looked almost hurt that he was not in charge of alerting the King.

"You're coming with me, on foot, to the cave."

"We aren't going back there on our own, Faramir, it is lunacy! I will not let you endanger yourself, I cannot permit it." Damrod proclaimed stubbornly.

"Damrod, I understand your reservations, and I will not force you to come, but I have to go. I cannot leave Éowyn, she is in danger, and it is my responsibility to get her out. I have lost far to many as it is." His look was stern, but Damrod could see the urgency in his friend's eyes, and knew that this sudden change in plans was due to his vision.

"I am coming, you can't go alone, we will get her out, no one is going to be lost." Damrod was talking about Boromir; he would not have Faramir go through that agony again. Silent as he was about is pain, Damrod knew that Boromir's death had almost destroyed Faramir. And if nothing else could be done, he, Damrod, would take Boromir down, he could not let Faramir kill his own brother, it would be too much.

A/N A BIG thanks to Lindahoyland, for her editing expertise.