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(Takes place when Ashia is about 14, according to the elves. doesn't start with any of the LotR characters at first. but they'll be here, promise)

"She said life sucks, it's the truth to me, didn't you think it would be better than this? So where's the prize that I was promised, where's my great reward, where's my happiness.?" - More, J Englishmen

Chapter 4

Boromir-The Ill Fated

"Gandalf!" Frodo's screams echoed off the walls, and Boromir had to hold the halfling back, to ensure that he would not fall after Gandalf. It would be a terrible fate, to lose one so important to the future of the world. He had started to follow the remaining company out of the mines, half-dragging Frodo, and realized that Aragorn was not with him. Turning back he called to the new, and unwilling, leader. "Aragorn," motioning for him to follow Boromir was driven out by Orc-Arrows, Aragorn close behind.

Stepping out into the light of the outside world was startling, and, already blinded by tears; Boromir couldn't see a thing. Blinking wildly, he struggled to see where he was and what was going on. He could hear people moving about and sobs, and finally when he could see the shadows of the others, he heard Aragorn speak. "Legolas, get them up!"

Boromir was surprised, no, angered at Aragorn's crude request. "Give them a moment for pity's sake!" they could not just lose a dear friend and then walk away unfazed!

"By nightfall the hill will be swarming with Orcs!" Aragorn defended his reasons, and started to round the others up. "We must reach the woods of Lothlorien. Gimli, Legolas, get them up!" Boromir was stunned, he did not believe the hobbits could take much more, especially Frodo. He looked toward the suffering ring bearer, suddenly feeling the pull of the ring, and refused it. Aragorn followed his gaze, and pulled Sam up "On your feet Sam, Frodo. Frodo?" Boromir stood and watched, feeling useless, but acted as if that was what he wanted.

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Ever since he was young, the son of Denethor had heard terrible stories of Lorien and the Elf-Witch that ruled over it. Now in the hall of Galadriel, he found himself jumping at every sudden and suspicious noise around him. But when Galadriel entered the room beside Celeborn, his fear was amplified. She spoke to the company in a soft voice, and she was, indeed, very beautiful, in a terrible way.

Yes, her voice was soft, but when she looked at each of them, he could hear a voice, evil and dark, questioning and tempting, in his head. She turned to him and he first heard her voice, still speaking to Frodo, but also heard her questioning him. Speaking of his father, the fall of Gondor and his fleeting hope. She told him there was still hope left, deep in his heart, he just wasn't looking. It frightened him to know that Galadriel, the Lady of Lorien, knew his very thoughts and worries; to hear both of her voices, the one she used in his mind and the one she used out loud, to the rest of the world.

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All night Boromir had been greatly unnerved, and eventually, fallen into a fitful sleep. When he woke the next morning, most of his fears seemed to have drowned in the land of the elves. Before the morning meal, he slipped away from the others and began to wander the perilous and yet so reliable forest.

"Everything is so alive here." he said, making sure that he could be heard talking as he walked along, making it sound like he wasn't alone. That was the last thing that he wanted. to be caught alone with one of these Elves. He knew he was safe here, but the way they could bore into your thoughts frightened him, almost forcing him to keep his distance, to want to get out of the Woods.

That was one reason he left the others, the other was something too terrible for him to think about. Because, every time he was near the hobbit Frodo, he felt the desire to kill him, to steal the ring for his own wants. He took these thoughts as a symbol of dishonor and tried to disregard them, but it was almost impossible.

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