Title: Unspoken Thoughts III: Boromir
Author: montypythonfan2002
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Pairing: None
Summary: This is Boromir's thoughts now. It will be interesting to see how his mind is starting to get clouded by the ring's temptation. Read his thoughts from his arrival at Rivendell to his death.
Chapter 1: Many Meetings
I almost dropped the message the minute I finished reading it. The Ring had returned. I closed my eyes as I remembered what I knew about the ring, and how it had taken Isildur's life. I thought the ring was lost forever, but the message I received from Lord Elrond of Rivendell shocked me. I never knew the ring would return at this time. And what great timing it was.
I planned to ride out the very next morning. I arrived at Rivendell in three hours. I knew that it must have been record time to arrive so quickly. As I entered the gates of Rivendell, I looked around for a moment. Rivendell was indeed a pretty sight. I dismounted and let the Elven servant take the reigns of my horse. I walked up the steps to the great castle and greeted Lord Elrond.
After cleaning up, I decided to explore the great elven castle. It certainly was beautiful. Looking over to my right, I stopped. Laid out in front of a statue was a broken sword. I immediately knew what that sword was.
My eyes fixated on it, I slowly approached the statue and stared down at the broken blades of the sword. I would recognize that sword anywhere.
"The shards of Narsil. The blade that cut the ring from Sauron's hand," I whispered to myself. I picked up a the hilt of the sword and inspected it. I then ran my finger along the edge and almost gasped at the small prick. I looked down to see blood oozing from the small wound the blade caused.
"Still sharp," I said to myself.
I turned to see a person I thought I would never meet again. Strider. The ranger. I stared at him for a moment, and he stared at me back with those damned eyes that could make a person tremble.
"But no more than a broken hilt," I brushed off. I put down the hilt of the sword and turned. I knew that I missed the platform with which I was supposed to put the blade and I heard the blade fall and clatter loudly onto the stone floor. I did not bother to turn to pick it back up.
I hurried out of the room, not wanting to look back. The time of the meeting Lord Elrond arranged was near.
~ I know, I know. Such a short chapter. But at the moment, my brain isn't working too well, and I have so many other things that I need to worry about. Like. college!!! Hehe. I am enjoying myself here at UCI. I just hope midterms won't be too hard. =( Review please! And read my other story Unspoken Thoughts II: Aragorn! I'm writing that at the same time.
Author: montypythonfan2002
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Pairing: None
Summary: This is Boromir's thoughts now. It will be interesting to see how his mind is starting to get clouded by the ring's temptation. Read his thoughts from his arrival at Rivendell to his death.
Chapter 1: Many Meetings
I almost dropped the message the minute I finished reading it. The Ring had returned. I closed my eyes as I remembered what I knew about the ring, and how it had taken Isildur's life. I thought the ring was lost forever, but the message I received from Lord Elrond of Rivendell shocked me. I never knew the ring would return at this time. And what great timing it was.
I planned to ride out the very next morning. I arrived at Rivendell in three hours. I knew that it must have been record time to arrive so quickly. As I entered the gates of Rivendell, I looked around for a moment. Rivendell was indeed a pretty sight. I dismounted and let the Elven servant take the reigns of my horse. I walked up the steps to the great castle and greeted Lord Elrond.
After cleaning up, I decided to explore the great elven castle. It certainly was beautiful. Looking over to my right, I stopped. Laid out in front of a statue was a broken sword. I immediately knew what that sword was.
My eyes fixated on it, I slowly approached the statue and stared down at the broken blades of the sword. I would recognize that sword anywhere.
"The shards of Narsil. The blade that cut the ring from Sauron's hand," I whispered to myself. I picked up a the hilt of the sword and inspected it. I then ran my finger along the edge and almost gasped at the small prick. I looked down to see blood oozing from the small wound the blade caused.
"Still sharp," I said to myself.
I turned to see a person I thought I would never meet again. Strider. The ranger. I stared at him for a moment, and he stared at me back with those damned eyes that could make a person tremble.
"But no more than a broken hilt," I brushed off. I put down the hilt of the sword and turned. I knew that I missed the platform with which I was supposed to put the blade and I heard the blade fall and clatter loudly onto the stone floor. I did not bother to turn to pick it back up.
I hurried out of the room, not wanting to look back. The time of the meeting Lord Elrond arranged was near.
~ I know, I know. Such a short chapter. But at the moment, my brain isn't working too well, and I have so many other things that I need to worry about. Like. college!!! Hehe. I am enjoying myself here at UCI. I just hope midterms won't be too hard. =( Review please! And read my other story Unspoken Thoughts II: Aragorn! I'm writing that at the same time.