Drops in the Ocean, 100 random ramblings in Middle Earth

by EluredandElurin

100 Lord of the Rings drabbles from prompts, with some material from Tolkien's other works. I'll do the prompts in order, as given, though I might not update frequently. Random characters will be used to fit the prompts as I see fit. Disclaimer: I don't own anything Tolkien, else I'd probably be some old dude named Christopher

37. On my own

Boromir felt the thrill of adrenaline creep over him, and the protectiveness that he had felt for his brother so many times.

Strength of arms had been his delight, and many an Orc was slain by his bright sword. Many stopped in selfish fear, drawing bows as their comrades died in front of them. Using reflexes he never knew that he had, Boromir sliced the first volley out of the air. The next time, he wasn't so lucky. The shattering impact and sneaking poison of the arrows halted him for only a second before he fought on.

"Go Frodo," the man whispered. "Forgive me my weakness, and go swiftly." The orcs ran on, triumphant, and the last concern Boromir had was for the cousins he had been defending.