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Chapter 25: The Fall of Boromir

Lurtz cocks the bow and shoots Boromir a second time, this time just above his hip. Boromir falls to his knees again, and looks up at the three of us for a moment. I'm completely frightened and frozen to the spot. I can feel my blood running cold. What do I do? What about Pippin and Merry? Boromir…no. No! Not when he's redeemed himself! No! My friend will not fall! I won't let him!

"Boromir!" I shout, racing to his side. "Get up! Get up!" I shout, trying to pull him to his feet. I have to help him escape, but he pushes me away.

"Run! Get out of here!" he barks at me without much power behind his voice. I stare at him incredulously, but he pushes me again. "Now! Do as I say!"

"Pippin! Merry! Run!" I shout back to them as I decapitate and gut a few more Orcs. "Find Aragorn! Go!" I look up and see them run. I sigh, happy that they've listened for once as Boromir rises to his feet to fight back-to-back with me. "Hundreds against two. Could get pointless."

"Have faith, my friend," he gasps, gripping his sword. "Pray, if it suits you." He lets a small laugh leave his mouth, mocking my words to him at Moria. I quirk a smile.

"Much blood will be spilt this day," I say and we begin to cut down the Orcs, eventually stretching far away from one another.

I'm surrounded and kill off the bumbling Uruks with ease. Faidwen (freedom) and Gwiil (peace) sing as they crush through the muscles and bones. Black blood covers my hands soon as I triumph over more Orcs. I soon hear a painful groan, and I whip around only to have my heart clench to see Boromir. Another arrow has decided to grace him, close to his heart. I try to run at him, but I scream out in anguish as lightning rips through my side.

I drop to my knees, Faidwen and Gwiil discarded as I clutch to my waist. I've been run through. How did this happen? How did my life come to this? I look up at Boromir and see him staring into nothing. He's white as a ghost. Looking ahead, I see Lurtz come closer. I hear a shreaking laugh behind me, and I look up to see the ugly face of an Orc. He's licking my blood off his blade, saying how tasty Elf blood is. My body feels so heavy, I can't hold myself up any longer. I fall face first to the ground; one hand clutching the earth, and the other my fresh wound.

Shouts soon come to my ears and I look up with more effort than I should. I feel like I've been thrown by the Kraken again! What is that? Those figures? No…it can't be…Pippin? Merry? It is them! Their running down the hill, swords in hand, to protect their would-be saviors. Such strange a strange word, savior. I never thought I would call myself that. But look at me: I'm wounded, crawling on the ground, seperated from my quarry and endangering two Halflings, practically children.

Who am I to be called "savior"?

I look up again, a swell of dizziness coming over me. Before Pippin and Merry can even swing their swords, they're caught by their throats. As I watch them struggle to break free, they scream their lungs out calling mine and Boromir's names. I force myself up and crawl to the tree next to me. I lean on it pushing myself up until I'm standing, my legs shaking furiously and threatening to buckle. Blood drips down down into the earth as I cry out in pain. The Orc who stabbed me runs closer to kill me; I guess he's angry I moved. Just as he raises his swords to cut me again an arrow flies through his neck, breaking out on the other side. Hope fills me as he falls down dead, and I look for Legolas. Perhaps he, Aragorn and Gimli have finally arrived!

No, it's not them. It's not them! It's Lurtz; he killed the Orc for trying to kill me. They want me alive…

The army soon passes me, carrying the Hobbits and moving downward. I can barely hear their cries now, but I know they're fighting against the enemy. The Orcs completely pass Boromir as well, who is frozen to his spot on his knees. He still stares into nothing as I call out his name, but gain no reaction. Lurtz is now only one that remains with us. Boromir looks up into the face of the devil as he stretched back his bow again to shoot him in his face.

"Hey!" I shout as hard as I can, my strength draining fast. I writhe against the cold bark of the tree as Lurtz glances at me out of the corner of his eyes, lowering the bow slightly. "Take me! I am better than him, stronger! You don't want him! Take me!" Lurtz completely lowers his bow, and does as I want him to: he walks towards me. What now? Um…perhaps I haven't thought this all the way through?

I hear Boromir muttering incoherently, probably trying to call Lurtz away from me. Even with my Elven hearing, I can't make out anything. Just the sound of my blood rushing to her head as the Lurtz reaches me, bow strapped on his back. I'm sorry my friend, but it has to be this way. I have to stall him long enough for Aragorn to find us and heal you. Lurtz suddenly wraps a hand around my throat. He strangles me, lifting me off my feet, and sniffs the side of my face. Coughs rack my body as I try to kick him off, but his cold hand just tightens until my sight becomes dark.

I can feel his other hand fingering the wound in her side, all the while my hands claw at his vice grip on my throat. I can feel the heels of my feet hitting the tree as if I am some crazy beggar who needs restraints. He suddenly digs his claws into my flesh, I scream. My throat and lungs stretch, shaking as my voice echoes throughout the woods. His grips tightens again, cutting me off and he sniff me again as another Uruk runs up next to him.

"Take her," he snarls to his ugly companion. "Saruman will be pleased." He pulls me closer to him before bashing my head against the tree.

I'm drifting into unconsciousness, I know this, but I feel myself moving as blood trickles through my hair. Opening my eyes, I see I've been thrown over an Uruks shoulders. The darkness is becoming greater as I look up even further and see Boromir. Lurtz has walked back over to him, unstrapped his bow and is taking aim. We pass over a hill and my eyes close against my will. My body aches with pain and my blood flows over this foul beast. My breath is shaky as I hear shout from where Boromir is. Is that Boromir dying? Or is that our quarry coming to the rescue? I don't know.

I'm so tired…so…tired…

A/N: Hey! Hope this was to your liking! But, getting straight to the point, I need you, my loving readers, to vote. Should Leûra go with Gandalf after Èomer and the riders, or stay for the Battle of Helm's Deep to possibly save Haldir (I'm not sure on that bit yet.) or both.

Those are your choices! For the both bit, I'll work something out if that's the final choice. The reason for this vote is that I'm getting close to the big battle, and I'm not sure what to do. Hence, the vote. Please vote and save me!

P.S.: Three pages total.