standard disclaimers apply.
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nuola: a tea party, eh? well stand in line, honey. i want mine first. and when i say tea party, i mean rough sex with boromir. err. . . ; )
Diadora: at least i made someone happy!
Dragon-of-the-north: i never really realised that the names i used were german and french. i got amiens out of some online baby name place. adele is like the french adéle without the accent. . . didn't mean to confuse you!! i'm glad you like the fic, though.
Dwendilwen: yeah, he knows who he is. i originally planned more memory lapses and more faramir apart from last chapter, but never got around to it. i hope that last chapter made up for it.
Etcetera Kit: tyops? LOL. i scanned over that sucker tons of times, and had my beta looka t it. where did you find mistakes? it kind of make me curious.
And thanks to you other people. You know who you are. Only one more chapter after this one. Then it'll be done! AHHHH. i'll post the epilogue soon. i jsut ahve to get around to fixing the mistakes and all. so review, review, review!!
~~--~~*~~--~~ Chapter Nine: The Fellowship ~~--~~*~~--~~
The morning was cool just before the rising of the sun as five figures emerged from the house with small packs of food and provisions for the trip they were about to take. It would be a three- day journey to Minas Tirith if they rode swiftly and if the weather held.
Boromir had decided the night before that he would leave with Faramir and ride to the city of his birth where he was told people resided that would like to see him. Éowyn and Éomer had decided to accompany them instead of going to Edoras as they had originally planned.
Adele had not wanted to stay home. Her place was with her husband, and it had been a very long time since she had seen any large populations of people.
The five of them mounted their horses as the sun began to rise, and were off not long after. They rode most of the day, stopping only when the darkness made it impossible for them to continue any further. The next day was no different.
When they camped, Boromir was the first to begin gathering firewood as he noticed that Adele was shivering form the chilled night air. Once a fire had been started, the five sat down to rest for the night.
Boromir sat quietly by the fire with Adele in his arms after they had all eaten their evening meal. Things were content and peacful in the night, although questions began to surface that he had not thought of before.
"Who is it that we are going to see in Minas Tirith?"
Faramir looked over from his side of the fire with an amused look on his face. Apparently he had forgotten to explain anything about their journey.
"Maybe I should start with how you came to be where we found you," he said as Éowyn readjusted herself in his arms, ready for a good story.
"That might be good, seeing as how I know nothing of myself other than that you are my brother."
Faramir chuckled lightly before beginning his tale with, "You have heard of the War of the Ring?"
"I know that there was a great war and the Dark Lord Sauron met his doom. Not much has ever been spoken of this around the house, so my knowledge is limited, and very sketchy."
"Perhaps I should start from the beginning as the tales are told. Sauron created a ring of power to rule all the races of this world. When he was destroyed the first time, the ring fell into the hands of Isildur. Costing him his life, the ring passed out of knowledge for some time. Through many years the Ring came to be found in the hands of a hobbit in the Shire. Frodo Baggins."
"That name sounds quite familiar to me, although I cannot place it."
"It was decided in Rivendell that the ring would be destroyed in the fires of Mount Doom where it was created. A fellowship was created to accompany the ringbearer on his quest. You, my brother, were a part of this fellowship."
A shocked look came upon Boromir's face, and he looked down at Adele who merely shrugged before urging Faramir on.
"The Fellowship of the Ring travelled through many lands and faced many perils, even losing one of its members in the darkness of Khazad-Dum."
"Who was apart of this fellowship?" Boromir asked curiously.
"Four hobbits of the shire: Samwise Gamgee, Peregrin Took, Meriadoc Brandybuck, and Frodo Baggins. There was a wizard, Gandalf the Grey, who supposedly perished in Moria-"
"Supposedly?"
"Yes but came back later. There was an elf, Legolas of Mirkwood, a dwarf, Gimli, and two men. You, Boromir, and Aragorn of the Dunédain, the heir of Isildur and heir to the throne of Gondor. After losing Gandlaf in Moria, the Fellowship made their way to Lothlórien and down the river Anduin."
"The river where I was found."
"Yes, and it was at Amon Hen where the leader of the Uruk-Hai out to get the Ring shot you three times, supposedly killing you."
"That is where the arrows came from?"
Faramir nodded and continued, "Aragorn thought you dead, and put you in one of their boats, letting you drift down the river and right off of the Falls of Rauros."
"I must have drifted down the river from there and washed up on shore where Aidan and Airsyn found me. But this does not explain why we are going to Minas Tirith."
"The king dwells there in his palace with the Lady Evenstar."
"The king?"
"Aragorn Elessar, your Fellowship companion. Although he does not yet know of your alive and well status, he will surely wish to see you anyway."
"He will think me a ghost," Boromir said with amusement.
"Perhaps, but it will be a most welcome surprise."
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On the third day a glimmering tower could be seen in the distance, shimmering like a spike of pearl in the sun. Stopping on a nearby hill, Boromir looked out at the city before his eyes. Adele rode up next to him and reached over, touching his arm.
The other three riders that had lagged behind rode up and stopped with their companions, looking in awe at the city. It was not often that one was greeted with the sight of something so miraculous.
"A welcome sight, is it not?" Faramir asked with pride.
"I feel as if I am coming home, although I know no other home than that of mine in the Rohan," Boromir replied. "It's a strange feeling."
"I wonder if you will not recognize the city even more when you are inside her walls."
"Let us not delay any further," Boromir said with a grin.
Nodding, Faramir took the lead and rode ahead of the group toward the city. Soon enough they found themselves standing at her base, the white walls towering above them. Boromir was overwhelmed at such an establishment as they rode in through the opened gates, welcome guests of the king.
The city streets were busy at that time of day, around noon, when they arrived. Many people knew Faramir's face and waved to him as they passed. Éowyn rode up next to her husband, reaching over to take his hand in hers.
"You are nervous about his return," Éowyn said quietly so Boromir could not overhear them.
"Yes, it could be too much for him. After all, he has been gone from this place for more than four years."
"What about Aragorn?"
"What about him? He will be glad to see his friend, even if this friend does not remember him."
"I hope you are right."
Behind them, Boromir was looking around the city for anything that looked familiar to him. He was becoming more and more disappointed, though, at not seeing anything. Adele noticed this despair, but did not go to him, for she knew that he needed to deal with this on his own. There was nothing she could do since these were not her memories.
Boromir noticed her distress and looked over to her, smiling softly.
"Do not worry about me," he said. "I am all right."
The rest of the way to the palace was ridden in silence as all of the riders had their own thoughts on what lay ahead.
It was almost a surprise to Boromir when they stopped at the gate to the palace for Faramir to speak to the guards there. They seemed to know him well, and let the group into the gates without any hesitation.
Dismounting his horse as the others did, Boromir handed the animal off to a stable boy nearby. Taking a few moments to look around at the the splendor of the place, Boromir was brought out of his reverie by a hand on his shoulder. He turned to look at his brother.
"If it is too much for you, there is no shame in walking away," Faramir said quietly.
"Where is the honor in walking away? I have spent the last four years in the shadows, and now I will face things," Boromir said intently.
"Always brave," Faramir smiled.
"Let's do this."
Nodding, Faramir began walking toward the large steps that would lead into the Great Hall where Aragorn usually spent his mornings. The amusement was already clear on his face as he thought about Aragorn and what he would say, what he would do at Boromir's arrival. There would be many other people in the hall, and Faramir did not doubt that Aragorn would discard them and run to embrace his friend.
The doors that blocked the hall from the outside world were the only thing that stopped Faramir from walking in. He turned to look at Boromir one last time, smiling slightly as he pushed open the barrier and walked in, his brother at his side.
Aragorn looked up as Faramir entered the hall. Smiling, he stood to walk and embrace his Steward, stopping only when he saw the man to Faramir's left. There was soemthing vaguely familiar about him. . . . .
"It cannot be!" Aragorn said in disbelief. "You're dead!"
"Was," Boromir corrected.
That was all the encouragement Aragorn needed to run at Boromir and knock him to the ground in a large embrace.
"Where have you been all this time? What happened to you? Why have you not come to me sooner?"
Aragorn asked question after question as he helped Boromir stand, ushering him and the others into a doorway to the back of the hall. They walked to a room several hallways away from the Great Hall. It looked like a private sitting room that was scattered with books on the tables and paintings that were hung on the walls.
Boromir walked over to a large painting that took up most of one entire wall. It was a painting of the different races of Middle Earth, all sitting around a campfire, chatting like the best of friends. There was an elf and a wizard in a large pointy hat -FLASH- and a dwarf -FLASH- there were also four of the halflings from the Shire and two men -FLASH-
"I would have followed you my Brother. My Captain. My King."
Boromir turned from the painting and looked back at the others who were talking with Aragorn.
"Aragorn."
Boromir breathed the name quietly, but still got the attention of the King anyway. There was a tense moment and then the dam broke as Boromir realized that he knew this man. And he knew all the people in the picture as well.
Suddenly everything began to make sense as his memories came back to him in a rush that left him light-headed. He smiled and began to laugh uncontrollably.
"It has come back to me!" he cried. "All of it."
"Everything?" Faramir asked.
"Everything."
Aragorn walked slowly over to Boromir and stood in front of him, looking into his eyes to see the sincerity. He was not lying.
"What do you think of when you see me?" Aragorn asked quietly.
Boromir looked back to the picture and pondered the question for a few moments. There were many things he thought of when he saw Aragorn. This much he told the King.
"Then tell me the last thing you remember."
Searching through his thoughts, Boromir looked upset at what he found.
"I remember the hobbits, Merry and Pippin. They were in trouble, and I came running to save them. I fought off the Uruks as best I could, but in the end I was laid to waste. Then you came and found me laying there, three arrows stuck in my chest and side."
Boromir reached up and touched his chest, just above his heart where one of the arrow marks couold still be seen.
"I died."
"And I sent you down the river with all of your belongings beside you in the boat," Aragorn said.
"I woke up as the boat tipped over the falls," Boromir said as he looked at some imaginary point over Aragorn's shoulder. "And I hit the water before I blacked out again."
Turning to look at his wife, Boromir's voice softened.
"I must have floated down the river from there for a day or so before the twins found me."
Adele walked to her husband, reaching up to brush his face with her fingertips. He closed his eyes and leaned into the caress as he wrapped his other arm around her waist.
"I was lucky enough to have been found," he said while kissing her forehead.
Just as Aragorn opened his mouth to question Boromir, a voice came floating down the corridor, its owner not far behind.
". . .and they said you were in here with some guests-"
Legolas stopped at the doorway of the room and saw taht Aragorn had company.
"They did not tell me you had company," Legolas said with a smile.
"Hello Legolas," Faramir greeted.
"Suilad, Faramir," Legolas greeted in return.
"I know your face," Boromir said as he dettached himself from Adele and walked up to the blond elf still standing in the doorway.
"But I do not know yours," Legolas said, the curiosity evident in his voice.
"It has been years since we last saw each other. Have I changed so much that you do not remember me?"
Realization came over Legolas's features and he gasped.
"You cannot be here!" he exclaimed. "You are dead!"
Chuckling, Boromir shook his head.
"If I were dead, I would not be standing here before you. I am very much alive and well."
"You - you-"
"At a loss for words, are yeh?" came the deep voice of a dwarf as he walked in the room. "Doesn' surprise me one bit. Never did have anything worth sayin'. . ."
Legolas reached reached down and tilted the dwarf's head up to look at Boromir. There was a second of silence and shock before a very amused laugh came from the dwarf.
"They can't keep you down for long, can they? That water mus' have been mighty cold, but yeh've decided to come back to us now, eh?"
"Gimli," Boromir laughed.
"And who might this be?" Gimli asked as he saw Adele standing in the corner. "I don' think I've ever seen her face around here before."
"Gimli, Legolas, this is my wife, Adele," Boromir introduced.
"You've been busy," Legolas added.
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It was late into the afternoon that the group sat and talked, retelling stories of their journeys and of life since the battle. Everyone was most interested to hear about Boromir and Adele's life, and most importantly, how Boromir had come back from death. Aragorn hadn't paid attention to the time, and just as the light in the room began to dim, he realized that Arwen was probably wondering where he was.
It was just as that though entered his mind that the small face of a child peered around the doorway. Aragorn smiled and pretended not to notice.
A taller, more feminine figure appeared seconds later, ushering the child into the room. He jumped into Aragorn's lap, throwing his arms about his father's neck.
"Ada!" the four year old exclaimed. "We did not know when you were coming home."
"The time escaped me," Aragorn said as he stood, lifting the child with him.
"What has kept you?" Arwen asked as Aragorn came to the doorway to kiss her hello.
"A companion I have long since thought dead came to me today," Aragorn explained. "Boromir has returned."
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a/n: we wantses reviewses, precious. WE WANTSES THEM!
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nuola: a tea party, eh? well stand in line, honey. i want mine first. and when i say tea party, i mean rough sex with boromir. err. . . ; )
Diadora: at least i made someone happy!
Dragon-of-the-north: i never really realised that the names i used were german and french. i got amiens out of some online baby name place. adele is like the french adéle without the accent. . . didn't mean to confuse you!! i'm glad you like the fic, though.
Dwendilwen: yeah, he knows who he is. i originally planned more memory lapses and more faramir apart from last chapter, but never got around to it. i hope that last chapter made up for it.
Etcetera Kit: tyops? LOL. i scanned over that sucker tons of times, and had my beta looka t it. where did you find mistakes? it kind of make me curious.
And thanks to you other people. You know who you are. Only one more chapter after this one. Then it'll be done! AHHHH. i'll post the epilogue soon. i jsut ahve to get around to fixing the mistakes and all. so review, review, review!!
~~--~~*~~--~~ Chapter Nine: The Fellowship ~~--~~*~~--~~
The morning was cool just before the rising of the sun as five figures emerged from the house with small packs of food and provisions for the trip they were about to take. It would be a three- day journey to Minas Tirith if they rode swiftly and if the weather held.
Boromir had decided the night before that he would leave with Faramir and ride to the city of his birth where he was told people resided that would like to see him. Éowyn and Éomer had decided to accompany them instead of going to Edoras as they had originally planned.
Adele had not wanted to stay home. Her place was with her husband, and it had been a very long time since she had seen any large populations of people.
The five of them mounted their horses as the sun began to rise, and were off not long after. They rode most of the day, stopping only when the darkness made it impossible for them to continue any further. The next day was no different.
When they camped, Boromir was the first to begin gathering firewood as he noticed that Adele was shivering form the chilled night air. Once a fire had been started, the five sat down to rest for the night.
Boromir sat quietly by the fire with Adele in his arms after they had all eaten their evening meal. Things were content and peacful in the night, although questions began to surface that he had not thought of before.
"Who is it that we are going to see in Minas Tirith?"
Faramir looked over from his side of the fire with an amused look on his face. Apparently he had forgotten to explain anything about their journey.
"Maybe I should start with how you came to be where we found you," he said as Éowyn readjusted herself in his arms, ready for a good story.
"That might be good, seeing as how I know nothing of myself other than that you are my brother."
Faramir chuckled lightly before beginning his tale with, "You have heard of the War of the Ring?"
"I know that there was a great war and the Dark Lord Sauron met his doom. Not much has ever been spoken of this around the house, so my knowledge is limited, and very sketchy."
"Perhaps I should start from the beginning as the tales are told. Sauron created a ring of power to rule all the races of this world. When he was destroyed the first time, the ring fell into the hands of Isildur. Costing him his life, the ring passed out of knowledge for some time. Through many years the Ring came to be found in the hands of a hobbit in the Shire. Frodo Baggins."
"That name sounds quite familiar to me, although I cannot place it."
"It was decided in Rivendell that the ring would be destroyed in the fires of Mount Doom where it was created. A fellowship was created to accompany the ringbearer on his quest. You, my brother, were a part of this fellowship."
A shocked look came upon Boromir's face, and he looked down at Adele who merely shrugged before urging Faramir on.
"The Fellowship of the Ring travelled through many lands and faced many perils, even losing one of its members in the darkness of Khazad-Dum."
"Who was apart of this fellowship?" Boromir asked curiously.
"Four hobbits of the shire: Samwise Gamgee, Peregrin Took, Meriadoc Brandybuck, and Frodo Baggins. There was a wizard, Gandalf the Grey, who supposedly perished in Moria-"
"Supposedly?"
"Yes but came back later. There was an elf, Legolas of Mirkwood, a dwarf, Gimli, and two men. You, Boromir, and Aragorn of the Dunédain, the heir of Isildur and heir to the throne of Gondor. After losing Gandlaf in Moria, the Fellowship made their way to Lothlórien and down the river Anduin."
"The river where I was found."
"Yes, and it was at Amon Hen where the leader of the Uruk-Hai out to get the Ring shot you three times, supposedly killing you."
"That is where the arrows came from?"
Faramir nodded and continued, "Aragorn thought you dead, and put you in one of their boats, letting you drift down the river and right off of the Falls of Rauros."
"I must have drifted down the river from there and washed up on shore where Aidan and Airsyn found me. But this does not explain why we are going to Minas Tirith."
"The king dwells there in his palace with the Lady Evenstar."
"The king?"
"Aragorn Elessar, your Fellowship companion. Although he does not yet know of your alive and well status, he will surely wish to see you anyway."
"He will think me a ghost," Boromir said with amusement.
"Perhaps, but it will be a most welcome surprise."
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On the third day a glimmering tower could be seen in the distance, shimmering like a spike of pearl in the sun. Stopping on a nearby hill, Boromir looked out at the city before his eyes. Adele rode up next to him and reached over, touching his arm.
The other three riders that had lagged behind rode up and stopped with their companions, looking in awe at the city. It was not often that one was greeted with the sight of something so miraculous.
"A welcome sight, is it not?" Faramir asked with pride.
"I feel as if I am coming home, although I know no other home than that of mine in the Rohan," Boromir replied. "It's a strange feeling."
"I wonder if you will not recognize the city even more when you are inside her walls."
"Let us not delay any further," Boromir said with a grin.
Nodding, Faramir took the lead and rode ahead of the group toward the city. Soon enough they found themselves standing at her base, the white walls towering above them. Boromir was overwhelmed at such an establishment as they rode in through the opened gates, welcome guests of the king.
The city streets were busy at that time of day, around noon, when they arrived. Many people knew Faramir's face and waved to him as they passed. Éowyn rode up next to her husband, reaching over to take his hand in hers.
"You are nervous about his return," Éowyn said quietly so Boromir could not overhear them.
"Yes, it could be too much for him. After all, he has been gone from this place for more than four years."
"What about Aragorn?"
"What about him? He will be glad to see his friend, even if this friend does not remember him."
"I hope you are right."
Behind them, Boromir was looking around the city for anything that looked familiar to him. He was becoming more and more disappointed, though, at not seeing anything. Adele noticed this despair, but did not go to him, for she knew that he needed to deal with this on his own. There was nothing she could do since these were not her memories.
Boromir noticed her distress and looked over to her, smiling softly.
"Do not worry about me," he said. "I am all right."
The rest of the way to the palace was ridden in silence as all of the riders had their own thoughts on what lay ahead.
It was almost a surprise to Boromir when they stopped at the gate to the palace for Faramir to speak to the guards there. They seemed to know him well, and let the group into the gates without any hesitation.
Dismounting his horse as the others did, Boromir handed the animal off to a stable boy nearby. Taking a few moments to look around at the the splendor of the place, Boromir was brought out of his reverie by a hand on his shoulder. He turned to look at his brother.
"If it is too much for you, there is no shame in walking away," Faramir said quietly.
"Where is the honor in walking away? I have spent the last four years in the shadows, and now I will face things," Boromir said intently.
"Always brave," Faramir smiled.
"Let's do this."
Nodding, Faramir began walking toward the large steps that would lead into the Great Hall where Aragorn usually spent his mornings. The amusement was already clear on his face as he thought about Aragorn and what he would say, what he would do at Boromir's arrival. There would be many other people in the hall, and Faramir did not doubt that Aragorn would discard them and run to embrace his friend.
The doors that blocked the hall from the outside world were the only thing that stopped Faramir from walking in. He turned to look at Boromir one last time, smiling slightly as he pushed open the barrier and walked in, his brother at his side.
Aragorn looked up as Faramir entered the hall. Smiling, he stood to walk and embrace his Steward, stopping only when he saw the man to Faramir's left. There was soemthing vaguely familiar about him. . . . .
"It cannot be!" Aragorn said in disbelief. "You're dead!"
"Was," Boromir corrected.
That was all the encouragement Aragorn needed to run at Boromir and knock him to the ground in a large embrace.
"Where have you been all this time? What happened to you? Why have you not come to me sooner?"
Aragorn asked question after question as he helped Boromir stand, ushering him and the others into a doorway to the back of the hall. They walked to a room several hallways away from the Great Hall. It looked like a private sitting room that was scattered with books on the tables and paintings that were hung on the walls.
Boromir walked over to a large painting that took up most of one entire wall. It was a painting of the different races of Middle Earth, all sitting around a campfire, chatting like the best of friends. There was an elf and a wizard in a large pointy hat -FLASH- and a dwarf -FLASH- there were also four of the halflings from the Shire and two men -FLASH-
"I would have followed you my Brother. My Captain. My King."
Boromir turned from the painting and looked back at the others who were talking with Aragorn.
"Aragorn."
Boromir breathed the name quietly, but still got the attention of the King anyway. There was a tense moment and then the dam broke as Boromir realized that he knew this man. And he knew all the people in the picture as well.
Suddenly everything began to make sense as his memories came back to him in a rush that left him light-headed. He smiled and began to laugh uncontrollably.
"It has come back to me!" he cried. "All of it."
"Everything?" Faramir asked.
"Everything."
Aragorn walked slowly over to Boromir and stood in front of him, looking into his eyes to see the sincerity. He was not lying.
"What do you think of when you see me?" Aragorn asked quietly.
Boromir looked back to the picture and pondered the question for a few moments. There were many things he thought of when he saw Aragorn. This much he told the King.
"Then tell me the last thing you remember."
Searching through his thoughts, Boromir looked upset at what he found.
"I remember the hobbits, Merry and Pippin. They were in trouble, and I came running to save them. I fought off the Uruks as best I could, but in the end I was laid to waste. Then you came and found me laying there, three arrows stuck in my chest and side."
Boromir reached up and touched his chest, just above his heart where one of the arrow marks couold still be seen.
"I died."
"And I sent you down the river with all of your belongings beside you in the boat," Aragorn said.
"I woke up as the boat tipped over the falls," Boromir said as he looked at some imaginary point over Aragorn's shoulder. "And I hit the water before I blacked out again."
Turning to look at his wife, Boromir's voice softened.
"I must have floated down the river from there for a day or so before the twins found me."
Adele walked to her husband, reaching up to brush his face with her fingertips. He closed his eyes and leaned into the caress as he wrapped his other arm around her waist.
"I was lucky enough to have been found," he said while kissing her forehead.
Just as Aragorn opened his mouth to question Boromir, a voice came floating down the corridor, its owner not far behind.
". . .and they said you were in here with some guests-"
Legolas stopped at the doorway of the room and saw taht Aragorn had company.
"They did not tell me you had company," Legolas said with a smile.
"Hello Legolas," Faramir greeted.
"Suilad, Faramir," Legolas greeted in return.
"I know your face," Boromir said as he dettached himself from Adele and walked up to the blond elf still standing in the doorway.
"But I do not know yours," Legolas said, the curiosity evident in his voice.
"It has been years since we last saw each other. Have I changed so much that you do not remember me?"
Realization came over Legolas's features and he gasped.
"You cannot be here!" he exclaimed. "You are dead!"
Chuckling, Boromir shook his head.
"If I were dead, I would not be standing here before you. I am very much alive and well."
"You - you-"
"At a loss for words, are yeh?" came the deep voice of a dwarf as he walked in the room. "Doesn' surprise me one bit. Never did have anything worth sayin'. . ."
Legolas reached reached down and tilted the dwarf's head up to look at Boromir. There was a second of silence and shock before a very amused laugh came from the dwarf.
"They can't keep you down for long, can they? That water mus' have been mighty cold, but yeh've decided to come back to us now, eh?"
"Gimli," Boromir laughed.
"And who might this be?" Gimli asked as he saw Adele standing in the corner. "I don' think I've ever seen her face around here before."
"Gimli, Legolas, this is my wife, Adele," Boromir introduced.
"You've been busy," Legolas added.
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It was late into the afternoon that the group sat and talked, retelling stories of their journeys and of life since the battle. Everyone was most interested to hear about Boromir and Adele's life, and most importantly, how Boromir had come back from death. Aragorn hadn't paid attention to the time, and just as the light in the room began to dim, he realized that Arwen was probably wondering where he was.
It was just as that though entered his mind that the small face of a child peered around the doorway. Aragorn smiled and pretended not to notice.
A taller, more feminine figure appeared seconds later, ushering the child into the room. He jumped into Aragorn's lap, throwing his arms about his father's neck.
"Ada!" the four year old exclaimed. "We did not know when you were coming home."
"The time escaped me," Aragorn said as he stood, lifting the child with him.
"What has kept you?" Arwen asked as Aragorn came to the doorway to kiss her hello.
"A companion I have long since thought dead came to me today," Aragorn explained. "Boromir has returned."
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