Roped Into Helping

Lady Countryrose

Ch. 8

The next morning, the fellowship found themselves by the river. Where Lady Galadriel was facing them. Each of them were gifts. Until she came to Hermione. She gave her a staff that held a powerful crystal within.

"Let this aid you in your magic, Gandalf's apprentice. Hermione Granger, Lady of Magic."

Galadriel then faced Harry. She handed him a crystal hilt dagger. "This dagger will cut light through the darkest of creatures, use it wisely. Harry Potter, champion of champions."

The two glanced at each other. "What is that about," asked Harry.

"No matter what happens, stay with Frodo." Hermione gave him a hard look.

"What aren't you saying," he hissed at her.

But it was time to go. The party split between the two boats. Hermione made Harry stay with Frodo. Along with Sam and Aragorn.

Hermione climbed in with Gimli and Legolas. While Merry and Pippin were with Boromir. Then they were off, down the river. After a while, they saw two massive statues of ancient kings.

"Behold the Argonath, the Pillars of the Kings!" Aragorn called to the other boats. "We shall pass them soon. Keep the boats in line, and as far apart as you can! Hold the middle of the stream!"

The boats carried them down. Only to hear the sounds coming from a distance. Letting them know that Orcs were on their heels. None dared to talk.

After they had reached a point where they could not go any further. Everyone had climbed out of the boats. Only to scattered away from each other.

Harry had moved his way closer to Hermione. "Do you think it's wise for us to split up? Since Frodo is going to need everyone's help."

Hermione glared at him. "It would also be productive to split. One set could stay low. While the next could be a decoy, where the dark forces follow, and not paying attention to the other."

Harry growled, "I hate that you're right." Then he had gone off. Seeing that he was heading where Frodo had gone off to.

"Good luck, Harry," she whispered after him.

After a moment, she sat down next to Gimli. Only to pick up talking about his lore of Dwarves. Just as they heard a long echo sound of a horn.

"Horn of Gondor," she heard Aragon say from a distance.

Hermione had gotten up and rushed towards the sound. Armed with a dagger and staff. She was going to need them, knowing that, whoever it was. They didn't have long.

Hermione ran through the woods. Only to see a slump body against the tree. It was Boromir, badly wounded. Then Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli came up to her.

Aragorn knelt beside him. Boromir opened his eyes and struggled to speak. At last, slow words came. "I tried to take the Ring from Frodo," he said.

"I am sorry. I have paid." His glance strayed to his fallen enemies, twenty at least lay there. "They have gone. The Halflings: the Orcs have taken them. I think they are not dead. Orcs bound them." He paused, and his eyes closed wearily. After a moment, he spoke again.

"Farewell, Aragorn! Go to Minas Tirith and save my people! I have failed."

Tears rain down Hermione's eyes. She may have not liked his attitude. But she didn't want him to die. But he was predestined, the moment they left the river.

"No!" said Aragorn, taking his hand and kissing his brow. "You have conquered. Few have gained such a victory. Be at peace! Minas Tirith shall not fall!"

Boromir smiled. "I would have followed you, my brother... My captain... My king."

Boromir had taken his last breath. Then all was still with him. Hermione had hoped that he had gone with peace.

After a short pause. They left Boromir and ran after the path of the Orcs. They had Merry and Pippin that needed them.

Hermione turned towards the river. Through the leaves, she saw three figures had crossed it. Before they disappeared from view. Then she turned to run off again.