Hello, I'm back. For anyone wondering, I've been on a rather long vacation and didn't feel like writing. Anyways my gamer fic will be updated Soon TM. As for this fic, I'm going a bit out on a limb with this, as Boromir fics are rare and few between. Feel free to tell me if you like it, or not. This will be a story where a newly Ainur Boromir is summoned to the new world instead of Ainz, so that's a thing now.

Aragorn searched through the forested hills, the sound of the horn of Gondor had quieted, signaling that it's bearer, Boromir had fallen. Aragorn desperately ran, searching through every inch of the land with his keen eyes. It took him no more than a moment before he saw the body of Boromir, lying against the base of a tall tree, his body stained with blood. Black arrows protruded from his chest and his breaths were short and pained.

Kneeling down beside him, Aragorn was about to speak. However, Boromir spoke before him.

"They took the little ones" Boromir gasped out, caught halfway between pain and death.

"Tell me" Aragorn said softly.

"Where is Frodo?" Boromir's voice rose in fear and a shimmer of desperation.

"I let him go. He left us a short time ago" Aragorn said, gently holding Boromir.

"Then you have done what I could not do. I tried to take the ring from him. Forgive me. I did not see. I have failed you all" Boromir said, his voice deep in a pain that arrows could never cause. A pain derived from failing those he loved more than his life. His people. His king.

"You have not failed us, Boromir. You have fought bravely" Aragorn said, leaning over him and looking directly into his eyes. his was a look of a king relieving the burden of service from his brother in arms.

"I can't believe it even though you say it. The world of men will fall. Our citadels will fall in smoke and ruin. There will be no future for men on this earth" Boromir softly spoke, the act of raising his voice was far beyond him. His eyes slowly closing and opening as the call of death was becoming harder and harder to resist.

"No Boromir. I do not know what strength is in my blood, but the world of men will not fall. I will not abandon them. I will not abandon our people. I will not let the white city fall. I promise you this" Aragorn spoke as he closed Boromir's hand around his sword hilt.

"Our people. I believe you my brother" Boromir spoke, then his eyes closed for a moment, but in that moment, he saw visions of a distant land plagued by vicious monsters and dragons. He saw a white city not too unlike Minas Tirith whit a white tower almost exactly like Ectheleon. He saw himself as a King on a high throne, with legions of soldiers fighting in the name of Gondor.

He did not know what this meant, but he opened his eyes again and spoke to his king one last time.

"My king. Please lead our people to victory when I am gone" Boromir whispered out weakly before he died, his head resting against the tree and his body limp.

"Be at peace, son of Gondor" Aragorn whispered before kissing Boromir on the forehead and getting up. At that moment, Legolas came running through the woods, searching for the two. Then he stopped abruptly at seeing the two Gondorians.

Boromir awoke on a bed of stars that twinkled and shone softly. It was the most comfortable bed he had ever slept on. His wounds had fully healed, not even leaving a scar in their place. His chest was laid bare as were his feet. The only thing he wore was a long pair of black pants with a silver ivy-like belt.

The world around him, if he could call it such, was a long floor of stars, shining and twinkling. The sky above was a wiring navy blue under a canopy of stars. Nearby sitting on a chair of simple wood was a man. His long hair was a full white as it fell down his shoulders in glittering strands to his upper back. He wore a robe as white as a summer cloud that covered all of his body except for his head.

He was old and wise. His eyes twinkled much like the stars, in a diamond hue.

Not even looking to Boromir, he spoke. His voice sounded like countless voices all speaking at once, yet at the same time, only a single voice and Boromir had no trouble hearing him.

"I welcome you to my Domain, Son of Gondor. Welcome to the space beyond Arda" The man spoke to Boromir who had gotten up from the bed and walked towards him, seemingly unsure of his situation.

"Who are you?" Boromir couldn't help but ask, as this was a rather unexpected situation he found himself in.

"I am Eru Illuvitar, wielder of the flame imperishable," the man said calmly as if explaining something simple such as the name of a simple ale, or the length of a sword.

Boromir fell to his knees in front of the supreme god of all creation and clasped his hands together, begging for one thing.

"If you could answer one thing for me, one thing at all. Tell me, what of my people? What of Gondor?" Boromir asked his head lowered in place.

"Gondor will not perish. The world of men prevails, and the chaos of Mairon, or Sauron as he is called now will be put to an end. Be at ease, for your sacrifice has not been in vain" Eru said, putting Boromir's worries to rest, forever.

Boromir fell to the floor, all the tension and sadness in his heart had been relieved, his mind clearing.

"But your time has not yet passed Gondorian. Dark times are coming, and you are needed" Eru said cryptically to the shock of Boromir.

"What?" Boromir asked, rising from the ground.

"Arda was not the only place sung into existence. Countless worlds and realms have been sung by my creations, and you are needed to lead the men of the world in a new realm. I have not called you here for no reason. For this task, I will bestow upon you the form and will of an Ainur. Lead the world of men to a new future, for they need a leader, one who can unite them and bring man to the forefront of the world. When you do so, I will return you to Middle Earth, where you can live among your people yet again" Eru said, leaving no room for resistance.

Boromir looked to the floor for a moment before speaking up.

"Very well, I shall succeed in this task I have been given" He said, a stalwart determination in his voice and eyes. He was given a task he would not and could not fail. Such was his burden.

And cut. Thanks for reading the teaser, tell me what you think.

Till next time.