Disclaimer: Dear god, do I even need to put this here? Fine, I don't own Lord of the Rings, only Nina and Megan.
A.N: THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT SO PAY ATTENTION: I am official back at school, so my updates will be incredibly slow as this is also my final year. Do not give up hope on me yet though.
"" is speaking, '' is thinking and italics is another language, usually Elvish.
The Fall
We had been rowing for HOURS, me doing very little because I am so bad at rowing it is scary. I had try once before Boromir had gently taken the oars off me. I laughed at this before reassuring Boromir that I was completely ok with this, who was looking sheepishly and apologetically at me. I was careful not to mention to him that the last time I rowed I capsized the boat and my unfortunate friend, Owen, got extremely wet. The water was a brilliant, bright blue but there was a strong current that made it difficult for amateurs to row. We were now approaching two gigantic statues of old Gondorian kings, their hands out in front of them. I looked up at them, leaning back very far as we passed below them.
"They're incredible." I breathed.
We passed them and continued on, leaving me to thinking about those two kings.
'What were they like? Were they kind? How did they die?'
I quickly slammed the door on my brown study before it led onto more depressing thoughts and concentrated on the river. I noted that Boromir's eyes drifted towards Frodo for the tenth time these past few hours. We were nearing the waterfall and were turning to go to the right shore. I hopped out and helped Boromir pull the boat ashore. I barely noticed my hands shaking and that I was white in the face. Boromir's eyes were drifting towards Frodo more than usual and I knew, I knew that he was going to take it. And I couldn't stop him, I couldn't save him. Boromir put his bags near me and went off to find firewood. Gimli looked at me curiously before the hobbits distracted him. I watched everyone, Legolas was trying to return all of Megan's attention and reassure himself that Megan still cared for me and Aragorn was busy with Gimli and the hobbit before I slipped my quivering hands into Boromir's bag and removed The Book Thief. He had finished it and wouldn't need it anymore. No one else could know where I was from and Boromir would never tell.
'The dead keep secrets well.' I thought bitterly.
An hour or two passed and I was getting nauseated and unsteady on my feet. Aragorn suddenly realised that Frodo and Boromir were missing. We ran off in separate directions to find the pair, but I had no idea were to look for them. I was with the hobbits but somehow we got separated and I ended up with Gimli. We soon joined Legolas and Megan, but we had failed to find the others.
"Where is the lad?" muttered Gimli sounding concerned.
Suddenly, we heard the horn of Gondor. It echoed through the woods and reached us clearly. I swallowed and together we sprinted in the direction of the sound. It came again and then the woods fell silent, aside from the wind and the panting of the group. We burst through the woods and appeared in the clearing. There were dead orcs around us and beneath a tree lay Boromir. Aragorn was leaning over him, making a move to remove the arrows, but Boromir stopped him. I stumbled forward but did not get too close. This was between him and Aragorn. I watched him closely and saw his eyes meet mine for a moment. He looked sad for a moment and I attempted to smile, but failed miserably. A minute later and he was dead. My only true friend in this world was dead. I stumbled backwards ad I slumped against a tree. I was afraid that my legs would give way if I didn't have some kind of support. I felt something wet against my face and realised that I had been crying without noticing it. I felt as if someone had winded me accidently and I was struggling to breath properly. I took a breath in and wiped furiously at me eyes. Aragorn, with the help of Legolas carried Boromir's body back to the boats. They lay his body in a boat and I removed the arrows. I stumbled backwards and Gimli placed a steadying hand on my elbow. I shot him a grateful looked and we all watched as his boat went over the edge of the waterfall. I suddenly grabbed Boromir's bag, knowing that Faramir would want it back. Legolas went to pull out the boats but Aragorn stopped him. I wiped my face and heard Megan hiss at me.
"Was he your lover?"
"What?! No."
"Then why do you cry as if he was?"
"Because he was my best friend. A concept you will never understand."
Megan's eyes flashed but she did look confused and jealous. I turned away from her angrily and faced Legolas and Aragorn. I moved towards the pair when I felt someone staring at me. It was Gimli, looking upset and sympathetic.
"You alright lass?"
"I'll be fine Gimli. Thank you."
I smiled at him sadly before moving me attention to the pair in front of us, only catching the following words.
"Let's go hunt some orc!"
A.N: This may be the last chapter in quite awhile and it was very short. Sorry.
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