The Loss of Boromir
By Celebel (with assist from cute@)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own ALL the characters! They are all mine! Ok, so they aren't, myself and cute@ just wish they were! They really belong to Professor JRR Tolkien.
Spoilers: Most defiantly, major spoilers for FOTR.
Summary: Legolas' thoughts as he watched Boromir die.
The Loss of Boromir
As I stood and stared at Aragorn leaning over the dieing form of Boromir, so many thoughts streamed into my head about the past, future, and present.
Tears pricked my eyes, threatening to overflow, but I quickly blinked them away.
What would become of our quest with one less warrior, we already lost Gandalf in the depths of Khazad-dum.
As the screeches of orcs became fainter and fainter, I saw one lone tear roll down Aragorn's face. And as I felt my cheeks I was surprised to find that they were damp with tears, my tears.
Boromir and I had never been particularly close, but as I watched him die, I felt like I was losing a brother, for I had traveled so far with him, through so many treacherous perils.
My eyes were locked on the forms of Aragorn and Boromir, almost as if I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
I watched as Boromir slowly faded away, leaving this world behind him. I felt so helpless. I wanted to help him, but in the depths of my heart I knew I couldn't, all mortals had to die, and this day was the day chosen by the Valars for Boromir to take his last stand.
Standing there watching I vowed to never forget the last stand of Boromir, son of Denethor.
A/N: I had a lot of trouble thinking of what Legolas would be thinking at a time like Boromir's death, but I think I kept him in character. Please tell me if I'm wrong by reviewing…actually, please review even if you don't think I'm wrong! Please tell me what you think about this poem!