Yes, I know I'm a bit late with this one too. Not that anyone has read
this part of the story anyways. But I do apologize. This, I'm afraid,
shall be the last chapter of this story, as I have other, more important
things to work on. So I hope you enjoy the last chapter of Another Point
of View.
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Again, swinging around, he heard shouts coming from the opposite direction, and he heard the long wails of the Horn of Gondor. Running swiftly to the spot where he'd heard it, he found numerous Uruk-hai. He did his best to kill as many as he could see. His obvious hatred for the things shone through as a lighthouse pierces a foggy night. Finally he stood panting, the creatures piled around him, and Gimli still growling as he hewed the head off one monster of a creature. The pair's eyes met, and they both nodded, and went to find the rest. Little did Legolas know what he would find when he got to them.
He saw Aragorn bending over Boromir, who was leaning against a tree. Legolas did his best to convince himself that Boromir was just injured, and that they would all be leaving soon, but in his heart of hearts, he didn't believe it. He knew that Boromir's time was short. He knelt on the ground, and at last a few tears sprung to his eyes as he witnessed the death of his companion. He looked over at Gimli, who was standing beside him, and saw that the stout-hearted dwarf was also greiving, and a tiny trickle of water showed through his thick-bearded face. But he could not focus on anything but Boromir. Aragorn stood, but Legolas remained where he was until Aragorn turned to face them. His face answered the question on both the Elf's and dwarf's minds; Bormoir was indeed dead. Many arrow protruded from his chest and his stomach.
All three sat in silence for a time, trying to sort out their thoughts. Finally Aragorn broke the silence, but yet still with ill tidings.
"The little ones, Merry and Pippin, it seems have been taken. I know now where Frodo and Sam must be: they will have crossed the river, and gone on without us. I could see it in Frodo's face that he intended to leave, but I did not think that he would indeed do it this early."
"That is indeed horrible news," Gimli replied, "but what now can we do? Two of our party has left, two are captured or killed, and another lies slain."
Legolas piped in throuh his turmoil. "He can say godbye to Boromir. But we have not the time to dig a proper grave, nor to build over him. We should build a raft and send him to the mercy of the falls."
Both Aragorn and Gimli agreed that this should be done before they thought about anything else. Rough wood was lashed together with the Orc's bowstrings, and Boromir was placed upon it, his Elven-cloak beneath his head and at his feet were the cloven weapons of his enemies. They sent him off down the river with heavy hearts, but it would not last for long.
The desire fr vengeance was great with the three. Hurridely they decided that they would pursue Merry and Pippin and rescue them if they could.
"After all," Aragorn had said, "we musn't abandon friends to torment and death. We shall pursue with every measure of strength in our bones. We travel ligh, so bring only what is absolutely needed. We will find them alive, or die trying."
With these words the three took off through the trees, and followed the fresh trail that had been trampled by the Uruk-hai. Legolas grimanced at the sight of the dead grass and greenery, that had been soiled by nasty, evil feet. It only fed his anger all the more, and with a fresh fire burning inside of him he kept up the chase through day and night.
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Again, swinging around, he heard shouts coming from the opposite direction, and he heard the long wails of the Horn of Gondor. Running swiftly to the spot where he'd heard it, he found numerous Uruk-hai. He did his best to kill as many as he could see. His obvious hatred for the things shone through as a lighthouse pierces a foggy night. Finally he stood panting, the creatures piled around him, and Gimli still growling as he hewed the head off one monster of a creature. The pair's eyes met, and they both nodded, and went to find the rest. Little did Legolas know what he would find when he got to them.
He saw Aragorn bending over Boromir, who was leaning against a tree. Legolas did his best to convince himself that Boromir was just injured, and that they would all be leaving soon, but in his heart of hearts, he didn't believe it. He knew that Boromir's time was short. He knelt on the ground, and at last a few tears sprung to his eyes as he witnessed the death of his companion. He looked over at Gimli, who was standing beside him, and saw that the stout-hearted dwarf was also greiving, and a tiny trickle of water showed through his thick-bearded face. But he could not focus on anything but Boromir. Aragorn stood, but Legolas remained where he was until Aragorn turned to face them. His face answered the question on both the Elf's and dwarf's minds; Bormoir was indeed dead. Many arrow protruded from his chest and his stomach.
All three sat in silence for a time, trying to sort out their thoughts. Finally Aragorn broke the silence, but yet still with ill tidings.
"The little ones, Merry and Pippin, it seems have been taken. I know now where Frodo and Sam must be: they will have crossed the river, and gone on without us. I could see it in Frodo's face that he intended to leave, but I did not think that he would indeed do it this early."
"That is indeed horrible news," Gimli replied, "but what now can we do? Two of our party has left, two are captured or killed, and another lies slain."
Legolas piped in throuh his turmoil. "He can say godbye to Boromir. But we have not the time to dig a proper grave, nor to build over him. We should build a raft and send him to the mercy of the falls."
Both Aragorn and Gimli agreed that this should be done before they thought about anything else. Rough wood was lashed together with the Orc's bowstrings, and Boromir was placed upon it, his Elven-cloak beneath his head and at his feet were the cloven weapons of his enemies. They sent him off down the river with heavy hearts, but it would not last for long.
The desire fr vengeance was great with the three. Hurridely they decided that they would pursue Merry and Pippin and rescue them if they could.
"After all," Aragorn had said, "we musn't abandon friends to torment and death. We shall pursue with every measure of strength in our bones. We travel ligh, so bring only what is absolutely needed. We will find them alive, or die trying."
With these words the three took off through the trees, and followed the fresh trail that had been trampled by the Uruk-hai. Legolas grimanced at the sight of the dead grass and greenery, that had been soiled by nasty, evil feet. It only fed his anger all the more, and with a fresh fire burning inside of him he kept up the chase through day and night.