AN: You didn't think I would leave it there? Heh, just one more to go. And Unicorn Lady has promised us a sequel. Well Let me know what you think. Pwetty pwease? Thanks for the reviews!

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-Anne-Marie-

Boromir stood rigidly, he was a warrior and would meet his fate, no matter where it lay. Anything short would be cowardice, and more disappointment in the eyes of his father.

"I am prepared for that."

"Good, say your farewells then."

"But I went through all of that for nothing then!" A-M burst out. She stood defiantly in front of Boromir, facing the Goblin King.

Jareth shook, his head, as if chiding a child, " Dear child, everything has its purpose, surely you have learned that?"

Boromir walked towards Puck. "I thank you for your companionship," he extended his hand in a gesture of friendship. He then approached Norma.

"Thank you for your kindness," she released Puck's hand and hugged Boromir tightly. He then slowly walked up to A-M; he took her hand in his and raised it to his lips, whispering words, which only she could hear. "I will never forget that you believed in me, even when I doubted myself." A tear rolled down her cheek, and he brushed it away with his gloved hand, she leaned into his warmth, as they had in the ballroom. Before she could change her mind A-M put her arms around Boromir and pulled him to her, kissing him fully on the mouth.

After a moment he stumbled back, and faced Jareth. " Do as you will."

With that Boromir was back where he should be, in the midst of battle, orcs were all around, suddenly an arrow hit him in the chest, he teetered back, but was unable to give up hope. He knew there was a reason for everything. He continued to fight, knowing that he was the only chance Merry and Pippin had at this moment, another arrow, but he barely felt it. He thought he heard Strider shouting in the distance, but he couldn't be sure, he stumbled back against a tree as a third arrow lodged itself in his chest. He felt the Horn of Gondor break under his weight.

'Another thing to annoy Father.'

No one in Middle Earth was aware of the pale thin man that watched the fall of this warrior, nor did anyone else but he see the magic that seeped out of the Broken Horn of Gondor.

Men of Gondor had once possessed magic, but choosing to separate themselves from the elves and other such being, they had shunned much of it. Only shreds of it remained, the uncanny insight that Denethor and Faramir had, were one such example, along with the prophetic dreams the sons of the Steward had shared. However, one of the most powerful remnants was forgotten as such, and the Horn of Gondor, passed on through the generations, had become a symbol of what they were, keepers of tradition, rather than what they had the potential to be.

The image of the forest began to dim in his vision. The fighting continued, but he couldn't summon the energy to join in. But slowly he noticed a decrease in the din. A hand was raising his head up. He opened his eyes, knowing he had failed, even when he had tried his hardest, he looked up into the eyes of his long awaited king, knowing there was still a future for his beloved Gondor.

"They took the little ones" he rasped. More was said but Boromir's eyes were feeling very heavy, more so then when he had eaten the drugged peach. He spoke what was pressing on his heart and then gave into the darkness, unable to fight it off any longer.

A-M had walked slowly out of the castle. Norma had quietly followed her.

"Hey Muse, you know Sir Didymus is retiring, there is going to be a big party this weekend. You should stick around for it."

"I don't know, I just want to go home really."

"Oh, come on, you never visit here enough."

A-M laughed.

"I never visit here, enough, it really just doesn't enter in the equation."

"I knew I could get you to smile." Norma winked at A-M.

"Yeah, thanks." A-M hugged Norma. "Ok, I guess I can stay, I would be a nice little vacation." She smiled bravely at her friend.

"Yay! Puck will be mad that he has to behave for a few more days but"

"Oh, he's a big boy."

"Exactly."

"So any thoughts on who will replace Sir Didymus as the head of the royal guard?" Puck questioned.

"Actually, someone should be coming in for an interview sometime later this week."

"Oh really? Anyone I know."

"Who don't you know?"

"Good point, Goblin King."

"As a matter of fact, if you could meet him, I would be most obliged." Puck bowed.

"At your service, M'lord"

"Right." Jareth rolled his eyes.