Madril is the grey haired Gondorian who was seen at Faramirs side in the movie (extended versions) I hope you guys remember him;)

Since we all know what happened in the LOTR I only focuse on Boromir/Leandala while the original story evolves at the same time.

Faramir woke up in the dark of the cave he and his rangers were using as camp. He was restless and decided to take a walk by the river. Madril, an old friend and former instructor of Denethors sons accompanied him. As they reached the river Faramir took a deep breath. Madril watched him with growing worry. Denethors younger son was restless and stood under a lot of strain since Boromir had left for Rivendell. Faramir had taken some of the loyal rangers with him to secure the borders of their lands, far away from the bitter steward. Two days ago, a horrible message had arrived in Gondor. Boromirs horn was washed up on a river bank, cloven in two. The steward had collapsed and thought his favorite son to be dead. Instead of bounding in their grief he did not want to see his younger son and cast him away. Faramir did not want to believe that his brother was dead, he had still hope.

The young captain of Gondor stared into the mist floating down the river. Small pieces of wood floated down the river. He was about to return to the camp as a shadow caught his eye. A grey boat emerged from the mist and Faramir froze as a cold shiver ran down his spine. He walked into the water.

'Faramir! What are you doing?' Madrid asked his. He had not yet seen the boat and he feared that the young man would do something stupid. He was about to follow Faramir as he also saw the boat. It was no boat made by men, it was clearly an elven made boat. The old man frowned. It was clear that they had meant to stand at the river at that very moment. Elves stood under the care of the Valar. And this boat was a sign of the Valar, of this Madril was certain.

Faramir walked towards the middle of the river and the boat floated right into him. It was light, but it had sunk deep into the water, as if it was heavily loaded. Faramir felt his heartbeat stop as he looked inside of the boat. His brother laid there, in his arms his sword and a woman. Not a woman, an elf. Both looked pale and...dead. Faramir felt his grip on the boat tighten and heard Madrils calls like an echo from a far away distance. Attracted by Madrils calls, more ranger joined them at the river and helped Faramir to pull the boat towards the shore. Madril looked down and paled as he saw the beautiful woman at Boromirs side.

'She is still breathing.' he whispered. He pulled out a small mirror and held it in front of her nose. The mirror fogged from her breath. Madril did not dare to hope as he held the mirror in front of Boromirs nose. Nothing happened. He was about to pull back as the mirror fogged.

Faramir cried out to the men surrounding them. 'Get them into the cave! NOW!'

While Madril lifted the woman out of the boat Faramir and two other rangers lifted Boromir out and carefully carried him to the cave. They laid them in front of the fireplace and covered them with furs. The cold had turned the lips of the elven woman blue and she shivered slightly. Madril saw the wounds the two had beared. He kneeled down beside them and looked at the wounds closely.

'Faramir. We need warm water and bandages and please get me some herbs.' he asked his captain. Madril was no experienced healer, but all gondorian rangers knew how to treat wounds. In the wild they could not rely on healers.

'Can you help them?' Faramir asked as he returned with the herbs and bandages. A kettle with water already hung over the fire.

'I do not know.' Madril answered honestly. 'The wounds are severe and apparently they were thought dead. That boat was a burial, Faramir.'

Faramir winced at the thought that his brother was left to die in an elven boat. He also wondered who that elf lady was and why she was buried together with his brother. He started to undress his brother and saw Madril blush as he reached for the elf womans tunic. They covered her body so that they had still access to the wound. Her wound as well as Boromirs wounds were apparently caused by arrows. Huge and filthy arrows. One of Boromirs wounds was infected and suppurated. Madril and Faramir cleaned the wounds as good as they could and covered their patients up. Another ranger had made a tea out of Madrils herbs and tried to infuse the fluid into the elfs mouths. The first sip ran out again, but as the ranger located the cup at her lips again the she-elf swallowed in reflex. He made her drink the cup and laid her down again. Boromir did not swallow the balmy tea. His forehead glowed of fever. For days the two remained unconscious. Faramir did not leave his brothers side. He sat beside him, talked to him and held his hand. After four days the elf woke up.

Leandala woke up slowly. Her vision was blury and she felt cold, incredibly cold. She tried to move but her extremities were frozen and numb. Slowly she turned her head. The elf could feel the presence of two men at her side. She blinked to focus her vision and saw a blonde man sitting at the fire. He looked familiar to her. His eyes, his nose and his bearing. Boromir.

Leandala must have whispered Boromirs name out loud, because the man looked at her and stood up with a startled expression. He kneeled down at her side and took her hand. His hands were warm and comforting and his eyes radiated warmth and friendliness.

'How are you.' he asked her carefully.

'I am cold.' Leandala answered hoarsely. She started to focus on her surrounding. 'Where am I? What happened? Where is Boromir?'

The man covered her with another blanket and she saw him flinch as she mentionned Boromir. 'How do you know Boromir?' he asked her.

'We set out for Mordor from Rivendell, to destroy the One ring.' Leandala told him. She did not know why, but he trusted him. 'We were attacked at Amon Hen and Boromir and I were striked down. Please tell me that he is alright.'

Faramir could see the worry and the pain in the womans eyes. 'Who are you?' he whispered.

'Leandala, daughter of Elrond.' Leandala answered weakly.

Morna, the dark maiden. Faramir looked at her in astonishment.

'Is he dead?' the she-elf asked, her voice dripping in pain.

Faramir shook his head and stood up to reveal Boromir to Leandalas sight. Leandala tried to sit up. Her side hurt terribly. She remembered the orc arrow that had hit her at Amon Hen. And then she remembered that two arrows had hit Boromir. It was a wonder that he was still alive. The she-elf held her breath as she watched Boromir lay at the other side of the fire, his face marked by fever. His hair hung around his face, wet from the sweat. Leandala tried to stand up, but her legs did not obey her.

'Please, do not stand up, mylady.' a deep voice behind Leandala made her jump. She looked into the face of an older, grey haired ranger who looked at her in worry. 'Your wounds are deep and you are still weak. You have been unconscious for days.'

'Has he woken up, yet?' Leandala asked him with a look towards Boromir.

The older Gondorian shook his head. Leandala realised that she still had no idea who these people were.

'You must be related to him.' she told the younger man. 'You look like him.'

Faramir smiled at her words. 'He is my older brother.'

'Faramir. You are Faramir.' Leandala remembered her father talk about the two sons of Denethor. The two sons who loved each other dearly, but could not be more different. While Boromir was the strong and proud soldier, Faramir was low-key and more the Intellectual. His love for books and his thirst for knowledge had always made his father frown. Denethor only preferred fighting skills over intelligence.

'And who are you?' she asked the older man.

'Excuse my manners, mylady. My name is Madril, I am a ranger of Gondor.' Madril introduced himself. 'I have been the boys' instructor. Now their skills beat my own.' Madril told her with a proud look towards Boromir and Faramir.

Leandala realised that she almost knew nothing of Boromirs life. During the quest she had been so preoccupied with her own problems, with her memories that she had never taken much time to talk to Boromir. Only the care for the hobbits and for each other had bound them together. Thorin...she had not thought of him for weeks now. Boromir had cast the dwarf out of Leandalas mind. Elronds daughter felt guilty. She had forgotten the only man...dwarf...she had ever loved. And now she loved someone else. She closed her eyes in pain. Faramir and Madrid misunderstood her wincing.

'You must still be in pain. Rest. You need it.' Faramir told her softly. His face was the last thing Leandala saw as she drifted into a deep sleep.

Leandala woke up the next morning, rested and hungry. She did not know what time it was, for the cave was always dark. Boromir was still unconscious. With all her strength Leandala managed to crawl towards him and sat up at his side.

'Wake up.' she whispered. 'Please wake up. Your brother is here. He worries for you.' And I do, too.

Leandala prayed to the Valar for help, but she knew that they would not listen. She was no blessed one anymore, she had traded a life in the favor of the Valar against the dark and cold reality of Middle Earth. Nevertheless she spoke to them, for Boromir. He deserves to see his White City restored in full glory. Like Thorin had deserved to see Erebor restored. There is enough pain and darkness in this world. Good people should not suffer like this.

The little movement had taken a toll on Leandalas strength and she grew tired again. Resting her head on Boromirs chest Leandala fell asleep and thats how Faramir found her.

Boromir woke up and could barely breathe. Something was laying on his chest and pressed on his arrow wounds. Wincing he looked down and saw Leandala cuddled up at his side, sleeping peacefully. Her head rested on his chest and had caused him to wake up. Boromir looked around him and realised that they were laying in a cave. Had Aragorn rescued them instead of going after the little Ones? Boromir was restless, he needed to know what had happened. As he shifted Leandala woke up from her slumber.

'Boromir. Thank goodness, you have finally woken up!' she said, her voice quiet and weak. Boromir could see that the elf had not yet recovered from her wounds herself.

'Where are we?' he asked her hoarsely.

'We are with your brother and his men, Boromir. With Faramir.' she told him with excitement in her voice.

'Faramir.' Boromir could not believe it. 'How did this happen?'

'Aragorn must have thought us dead. He laid us both into one of the elven boats and let us flow down the river.' Leandala told him. 'Right into the arms of your brother and his rangers. It was fate, Boromir.' Of this Leandala was certain. She thanked the Valar that they had seemed to grant her her wish this time. 'You were given another chance by the Valar.'

Smiling she took his hand and as she looked up she could see Faramir stand in the entrance of the cave with tears in his eyes. She stood up with shaking legs and moved the exit. Faramir went past her, only looking at his brother. He had thought that he would never see him again since the day his horn was washed up upon the river banks. Smiling, Leandala left the cave for fresh air and gave the brothers some privacy.

Days past and Boromir and Leandala grew stronger every day. Their wounds were healing, at least the external ones were. Boromir lived with the guilt of having destroyed the fellowship with his betrayal and neither Faramir nor Leandala could tell him otherwise. At some days Leandala was afraid that Boromir wished to have died at Amon Hen.