Aragorn was walking along the concrete path not really knowing what was
going on. He decided that the best thing to do was to search for the rest
of the Fellowship, that was the most important thing. He had to know that
Frodo and the Ring were safe. He had sworn to protect him. So far he had
not done a good job. He knew the Ring had influenced some of the members of
the sacred Fellowship already and he also thought he knew who they were but
he dared not confront them. If only Gandalf were with him they could find
an easy way to get out of this place, what could Aragorn do anyway? He was
just a man. A skilled tracker and warrior no doubt but he possessed no
magic or knowledge about how to end a spell of this strength. For he was
convinced that it was an evil spell created by Saruman the White. Only he
could do something so terrible and cruel.
Aragorn was now in a deserted place that looked surprisingly like a tunnel they had faced in the Mines of Moria. It wasn't as dark as it seemed to be lit by some new form of firelight although it looked nothing like anything he had ever seen. There was something about this place that made Aragorn feel very uneasy, he knew that whatever this place was there was something dark and wrong about it. Despite these feelings he thought that there was nothing he could do but carry on down the tunnel and hope that he would find the answer to his questions. He stepped into it and to his surprise nothing happened. Only the echo of his boot on the floor broke the silence. The tunnel seemed to go on forever.
The light that had seemed to him to be magic almost blinded him when he looked directly at it. It was certainly magic, there was nothing in the world that could generate light without fire.
Despite his unease, Aragorn believed that the only thing he could do was to keep walking, he owed it to Frodo. He had not come this far to be stopped by a mere tunnel. As he took another step he heard a sound coming from the other end of the tunnel. He froze suddenly; hoping that whatever it was was not disturbed by the sound of his footsteps. It wouldn't be the first time he had awoken something terrible in the dark places of the world. He could not afford to be delayed now; his friends could be in trouble. He drew his sword; this made an even louder noise than his footsteps had. He thought it was a bit late to be worrying about that now. Whatever was down there would be coming into sight at any minute; he had to be prepared to fight.
Unwilling to wait for the monster to come to him he took a step forward no longer worried about the sound of his footsteps. He took another step until he was running down the tunnel, the lights now rushing past him. After a while he wondered why he had not yet met with the thing that lurked at the end of the tunnel, this was very strange. For a minute he stopped and listened for the sound of a howl or a wail, anything that would tell him that it still hunted him. There was just an eerie silence that disturbed him even more. He began walking again, this time more cautiously, unwilling to start running again despite his natural instinct.
Aragorn had only walked a few metres when he heard a sound similar to his own footsteps on the ground. He lifted his sword once again. Where he expected a demon or monster to emerge there was just a man dressed in the worst clothes he had ever seen. They had clearly not been washed for a long time and were far too small for him. The person himself was not very big at all, in fact, it looked to Aragorn like the man had not eaten for a long time. He reminded him of the poorest people in Gondor. The old man limped past Aragorn, barely even looking at the weapon he held aloft. Aragorn could tell that this man must be the poorest person in this strange and cruel world, for it was truly cruel if suffering like this was allowed to happen. Aragorn turned round to watch the man leave, he was now talking to himself in a way that Aragorn couldn't understand. How could the White Wizard create such a terrible place with so much suffering Aragorn asked himself quietly.
Knowing there was nothing he could do for the people that lived in this bizarre place, Aragorn replaced his sword and started walking down the tunnel, now determined to reach the other end. For some reason he suddenly thought of what Arwen would say about this place. She would undoubtedly call this an adventure. Aragorn smiled at the new picture in his head.
This smile faded when he emerged from the tunnel. He was greeted with the loudest sound he had ever heard. There were demons, thousands of them all running about. The strangest thing was that there were people inside them, as if controlling them. Aragorn wished this was all just a nightmare and prayed that the others were not in this new and terrifying place.
**
Merry and Pippin were sat in the nicest inn they had ever seen. There was so much food would have had to stay there all day just to get through half of it. There were several of the people in the strange uniforms looking over them but since they were released from that transparent cage they didn't seem nearly as threatening. The two hobbits were now tucking into their third plate of food from the museum restaurant. The guides who had released them had immediately asked them many questions and afterwards had offered them all the food and drink they wanted, and of course, being hobbits they couldn't resist.
Pippin had been the most frightened out of the two but he had no stopped shaking and was tucking into a wonderfully big portion of cottage pie. Him and Pippin had been surprised that they were still alive but also glad that they were. After all they would have been little use to Frodo and the rest of the Fellowship if they were dead. These people didn't seem to want to hurt them though so they had grown quite relaxed over the past few minutes. They had been a little disappointed when the tall people had told them that they hadn't seen anyone else from the Fellowship. The hobbits wished that they could see their cousin again.
All these feelings were distracted by the amount of food that was not laid before them. But they still knew that they would have to leave this comfortable and fairly safe place and face this new world. They owed that to Frodo. They had made a promise to Elrond and his council anyway. It would be wrong to ignore that responsibility now.
After they had finished the enormous meal, they sat back in their chairs and sighed with contentment. They noticed that all but two of the uniformed people had gone, the two that remained were speaking in hushed voices at the other end of the hall, in the eyes of a hobbit this small canteen looked like a great hall. The two people stopped arguing when they noticed the hobbits looking over at them. They smiled and asked them if they would like anything else. Merry and Pippin shook their heads, beginning to get a little anxious again. They had a feeling that something very bad was going to happen soon and with no one to help them if they did get into trouble, they feared what would happen to them. They wished they had Aragorn, Legolas or even Boromir with them right then. They would certainly know what to do; they were warriors and could easily get out of this place if necessary. Merry and Pippin were just hobbits they were completely vulnerable. These tall people were far too strong for them and they knew that and it terrified them.
One of the tall people walked over to them, she put her arm around Pippin and felt him shaking.
"Don't worry, you're not in danger. I'm going to take you to my home and take care of you. Is that okay. I promise I won't hurt you."
Pippin nodded and Merry agreed. They could hardly say no, she was far taller and stronger than them. Pippin was no longer afraid of this particular person, she seemed kind and he felt safe with her. It was the first time he had felt really safe and he wished that she wouldn't remove her arm from around his shoulders. She felt this in him and kept her arm in place. The young hobbit sighed in relief that they could finally trust someone. That would be a great advantage in this place after all the strange things that had happened to them so far this day.
Merry was not thinking about the woman keeping him safe but that she might be able to help them find their friends although he was far too tired to worry about anything now. He yawned. His eyelids now felt heavy and he longed for his nice soft bed to go to sleep in. The tall woman noticed how tired they both were and told the tall man that she would take them home and look after them, give them more food and somewhere to sleep. The hobbits were very grateful for this and wanted to go instantly. They were led outside where there were many strange things at the side of a road, they were like nothing the hobbits had ever see either in the Shire or on their travels and they had seen quite a few times. The woman beckoned them to climb into one of the strange things that appeared to move on their own. They did as they were told, not arguing at all with the woman, they realised that they trusted her completely. She put bands of material around them and climbed into the front of the machine, she must have said words that the hobbits didn't hear because the thing suddenly started roaring and then slowly moved forwards. The hobbits grabbed the sides of the thing and held on even though they were only going very slowly. It felt like a ride in a cart but much smoother. After a while the motion of the thing made the hobbits very sleepy and they settled into a peaceful doze. They did not hear the woman saying that the name of the machine was a car. They also missed a man looking very out of place walking down the pavement.
**
Boromir was trying to figure out where he was. It looked completely unfamiliar and he didn't even have any sense of direction. He was the son of a great leader and he was lost. He never got lost. If only he had the Ring, it would surely guide him out of this place, yes it would know what to do. If only the stupid hobbit had given it to him at the Council of Elrond, none of this would have happened. He tried to contain his anger as he walked along the paved street. He was now sure that this was no place the men of Gondor had ever ventured before and he did not want to be the first.
Boromir had been walking for a few minutes but already he was finding that this journey was beginning to get very tiring. He had to find somewhere to set up camp, maybe start a fire. He figured it would be best to find somewhere secluded where no one could find him. His experience in the reading hall had shown him that there were things here that were different from where he lived. This was nothing like Gondor or anywhere he had been. At that moment he actually thought that he would prefer to be in the Mines of Moria again being chased by the Balrog. At least he could do something there, he knew what he was fighting. At least he was fighting. In this place no one seemed to be fighting. He didn't even think there was a war going on there. He wondered what kind of place this was.
He looked up at a massive structure that resembled a tower of some kind. There was a big sign on it but in the dark Boromir couldn't read it. He was sure that he could find shelter under there. There appeared to be an entrance to it as well, a small arch that showed a lit place, it would surely be for weary travellers. Finally there was something familiar about this place. Maybe things would start going right from now on. He headed towards the lights. When he entered the bright lights temporarily blinded him. When they stopped hurting and some sight came back he froze. He was right this was a shelter, but not for people but for dragons. Hundreds of them all in rows. They looked like they were sleeping but Boromir was still completely silent. He couldn't believe this. Surely someone knew they were here. He couldn't just leave them, they were dangerous and he had always been told that all dragons needed to die. He drew his sword and walked towards the first one. It was a purple colour. A strange colour for a dragon but everything was strange in this place.
Even thought Boromir had made a considerable amount of noise nothing stirred in the cave. He decided he would take a closer look as this was something new to him. There were dragons in Middle Earth but nothing like this. He noticed something very strange about these dragons, they were see- through. There were things inside them, objects that Boromir could not identify. He had never seen a dragon before but he was pretty sure they weren't anything like this.
They certainly couldn't stay there. They must all die. He raised his sword and kept expecting them to all awake at once and charge at him yet not one stirred. He brung his sword down hard on the dragon's back and quickly retreated to be ready when it dived for him. It still didn't move. Nor did any of the others. Boromir struck it again, this time harder but instead of waking up the dragon's see-through parts shattered. It suddenly started making the strangest noise. This startled Boromir. He stood back trying to figure out what was going on. He had never seen anything like this before. He struck the dragon again and made a dent in its back. He could not understand why it was not fighting back or why none of the others were awoken by its cries.
Out of the blue a man came running towards the dragon. He stopped and looked up at Boromir with an angry look on his face. He dived towards the dragon and started inspecting the damage. Boromir was very confused by this time. He put his sword away and started walking away. He couldn't believe it. These people kept dragons as pets. He knew this was insanity. They were the most dangerous things in the world and people were looking after them.
The man that had been looking to the battered dragon was walking towards Boromir. He suddenly pounced on him before Boromir could get out of his way. He held him to the floor and waited. This was surely it. He would feed him to his dragon.
This was not what happened, however. Another one of the tame dragons came towards them at quite a speed, a man got out of it. They used them to ride as well. Boromir couldn't believe what he was seeing; did they not know how dangerous dragons could be? The man from inside the creature walked over to the pair of them that were on the floor. He pulled the man off of Boromir and pulled him up to face him. The man started talking to him but Boromir was far too distracted by the dragon that was waiting patiently for his master to return.
The man himself was wearing strange clothes and a hat, he also carried a weapon and resembled the person that had chased Boromir out of the reading hall. The man put a pair of handcuffs on Boromir and led him towards the dragon. Boromir knew exactly what was happening, they were going to feed him to their dragon. He couldn't believe it. He started struggling to get away from the man. Eventually the man had to let go. Boromir was just too strong for him. Boromir knew that he would have to run past the dragon; surely it would chase him on his master's command. As he sped past it he noticed that it had words on it they spelt "POLICE". Boromir recognised the letters but not the word, he wondered if this was what the man in uniform had named his dragon.
To Boromir's surprise, the dragon did not follow him but it just sat there, perhaps it only ate the things its master brought it. That must be it. He wondered how the men had been able to tame their dragons, he wished he knew for that knowledge would be of great value to Gondor. The man in uniform was still chasing Boromir, he had not yet summoned his dragon though. This seemed very strange to Boromir as it would have been far quicker, not that he wanted to be swallowed by a dragon. He was trying desperately to get these restraints off. He thought maybe his sword might help, he looked for it on his belt but found nothing but the horn of Gondor there. That would be no use because he had no one to summon. Besides he might wake more of the dragons.
Boromir knew that he could do nothing without his sword so he stopped suddenly and waited for the uniformed man to catch up with him, he must have his sword. The man soon caught up with him but before he could do anything Boromir was attacking him. He pushed the man to the ground and held him there until he found what he was looking for. His sword. He pulled it out quickly and held it to the man's throat. He was about to finish him off when he heard the wails of more dragons coming in his direction. He jumped to his feet and ran as fast as he could. He did not want to be fed to anything whilst he was here and he knew this meant not getting caught.
Boromir kept running despite his exhaustion. He knew that if he stopped he would be caught. The streets were now bathed in a pale orange light that gave them a firey look, this frightened Boromir even more and encouraged him to keep running. After a while he reached a part of the street that was still black, surprisingly this looked safer that any other place he had been to yet. He glanced behind him to see if he was still being chased. He wasn't looking where he was going and so bumped into a person who also seemed to be in hiding. She fell to the ground and he fell with her.
He quickly got up when he realised what he had done. The woman staggered to her feet and shook her head as if to clear away the dizziness. Boromir was feeling increasingly unsteady on his feet as well. The woman turned around and looked at Boromir, the anger that was on her face instantly turned to sympathy when she saw the exhausted man swaying uneasily from side to side. She grabbed ahold of his waist to support him but didn't say anything to him. She led him away and he did not object.
Aragorn was now in a deserted place that looked surprisingly like a tunnel they had faced in the Mines of Moria. It wasn't as dark as it seemed to be lit by some new form of firelight although it looked nothing like anything he had ever seen. There was something about this place that made Aragorn feel very uneasy, he knew that whatever this place was there was something dark and wrong about it. Despite these feelings he thought that there was nothing he could do but carry on down the tunnel and hope that he would find the answer to his questions. He stepped into it and to his surprise nothing happened. Only the echo of his boot on the floor broke the silence. The tunnel seemed to go on forever.
The light that had seemed to him to be magic almost blinded him when he looked directly at it. It was certainly magic, there was nothing in the world that could generate light without fire.
Despite his unease, Aragorn believed that the only thing he could do was to keep walking, he owed it to Frodo. He had not come this far to be stopped by a mere tunnel. As he took another step he heard a sound coming from the other end of the tunnel. He froze suddenly; hoping that whatever it was was not disturbed by the sound of his footsteps. It wouldn't be the first time he had awoken something terrible in the dark places of the world. He could not afford to be delayed now; his friends could be in trouble. He drew his sword; this made an even louder noise than his footsteps had. He thought it was a bit late to be worrying about that now. Whatever was down there would be coming into sight at any minute; he had to be prepared to fight.
Unwilling to wait for the monster to come to him he took a step forward no longer worried about the sound of his footsteps. He took another step until he was running down the tunnel, the lights now rushing past him. After a while he wondered why he had not yet met with the thing that lurked at the end of the tunnel, this was very strange. For a minute he stopped and listened for the sound of a howl or a wail, anything that would tell him that it still hunted him. There was just an eerie silence that disturbed him even more. He began walking again, this time more cautiously, unwilling to start running again despite his natural instinct.
Aragorn had only walked a few metres when he heard a sound similar to his own footsteps on the ground. He lifted his sword once again. Where he expected a demon or monster to emerge there was just a man dressed in the worst clothes he had ever seen. They had clearly not been washed for a long time and were far too small for him. The person himself was not very big at all, in fact, it looked to Aragorn like the man had not eaten for a long time. He reminded him of the poorest people in Gondor. The old man limped past Aragorn, barely even looking at the weapon he held aloft. Aragorn could tell that this man must be the poorest person in this strange and cruel world, for it was truly cruel if suffering like this was allowed to happen. Aragorn turned round to watch the man leave, he was now talking to himself in a way that Aragorn couldn't understand. How could the White Wizard create such a terrible place with so much suffering Aragorn asked himself quietly.
Knowing there was nothing he could do for the people that lived in this bizarre place, Aragorn replaced his sword and started walking down the tunnel, now determined to reach the other end. For some reason he suddenly thought of what Arwen would say about this place. She would undoubtedly call this an adventure. Aragorn smiled at the new picture in his head.
This smile faded when he emerged from the tunnel. He was greeted with the loudest sound he had ever heard. There were demons, thousands of them all running about. The strangest thing was that there were people inside them, as if controlling them. Aragorn wished this was all just a nightmare and prayed that the others were not in this new and terrifying place.
**
Merry and Pippin were sat in the nicest inn they had ever seen. There was so much food would have had to stay there all day just to get through half of it. There were several of the people in the strange uniforms looking over them but since they were released from that transparent cage they didn't seem nearly as threatening. The two hobbits were now tucking into their third plate of food from the museum restaurant. The guides who had released them had immediately asked them many questions and afterwards had offered them all the food and drink they wanted, and of course, being hobbits they couldn't resist.
Pippin had been the most frightened out of the two but he had no stopped shaking and was tucking into a wonderfully big portion of cottage pie. Him and Pippin had been surprised that they were still alive but also glad that they were. After all they would have been little use to Frodo and the rest of the Fellowship if they were dead. These people didn't seem to want to hurt them though so they had grown quite relaxed over the past few minutes. They had been a little disappointed when the tall people had told them that they hadn't seen anyone else from the Fellowship. The hobbits wished that they could see their cousin again.
All these feelings were distracted by the amount of food that was not laid before them. But they still knew that they would have to leave this comfortable and fairly safe place and face this new world. They owed that to Frodo. They had made a promise to Elrond and his council anyway. It would be wrong to ignore that responsibility now.
After they had finished the enormous meal, they sat back in their chairs and sighed with contentment. They noticed that all but two of the uniformed people had gone, the two that remained were speaking in hushed voices at the other end of the hall, in the eyes of a hobbit this small canteen looked like a great hall. The two people stopped arguing when they noticed the hobbits looking over at them. They smiled and asked them if they would like anything else. Merry and Pippin shook their heads, beginning to get a little anxious again. They had a feeling that something very bad was going to happen soon and with no one to help them if they did get into trouble, they feared what would happen to them. They wished they had Aragorn, Legolas or even Boromir with them right then. They would certainly know what to do; they were warriors and could easily get out of this place if necessary. Merry and Pippin were just hobbits they were completely vulnerable. These tall people were far too strong for them and they knew that and it terrified them.
One of the tall people walked over to them, she put her arm around Pippin and felt him shaking.
"Don't worry, you're not in danger. I'm going to take you to my home and take care of you. Is that okay. I promise I won't hurt you."
Pippin nodded and Merry agreed. They could hardly say no, she was far taller and stronger than them. Pippin was no longer afraid of this particular person, she seemed kind and he felt safe with her. It was the first time he had felt really safe and he wished that she wouldn't remove her arm from around his shoulders. She felt this in him and kept her arm in place. The young hobbit sighed in relief that they could finally trust someone. That would be a great advantage in this place after all the strange things that had happened to them so far this day.
Merry was not thinking about the woman keeping him safe but that she might be able to help them find their friends although he was far too tired to worry about anything now. He yawned. His eyelids now felt heavy and he longed for his nice soft bed to go to sleep in. The tall woman noticed how tired they both were and told the tall man that she would take them home and look after them, give them more food and somewhere to sleep. The hobbits were very grateful for this and wanted to go instantly. They were led outside where there were many strange things at the side of a road, they were like nothing the hobbits had ever see either in the Shire or on their travels and they had seen quite a few times. The woman beckoned them to climb into one of the strange things that appeared to move on their own. They did as they were told, not arguing at all with the woman, they realised that they trusted her completely. She put bands of material around them and climbed into the front of the machine, she must have said words that the hobbits didn't hear because the thing suddenly started roaring and then slowly moved forwards. The hobbits grabbed the sides of the thing and held on even though they were only going very slowly. It felt like a ride in a cart but much smoother. After a while the motion of the thing made the hobbits very sleepy and they settled into a peaceful doze. They did not hear the woman saying that the name of the machine was a car. They also missed a man looking very out of place walking down the pavement.
**
Boromir was trying to figure out where he was. It looked completely unfamiliar and he didn't even have any sense of direction. He was the son of a great leader and he was lost. He never got lost. If only he had the Ring, it would surely guide him out of this place, yes it would know what to do. If only the stupid hobbit had given it to him at the Council of Elrond, none of this would have happened. He tried to contain his anger as he walked along the paved street. He was now sure that this was no place the men of Gondor had ever ventured before and he did not want to be the first.
Boromir had been walking for a few minutes but already he was finding that this journey was beginning to get very tiring. He had to find somewhere to set up camp, maybe start a fire. He figured it would be best to find somewhere secluded where no one could find him. His experience in the reading hall had shown him that there were things here that were different from where he lived. This was nothing like Gondor or anywhere he had been. At that moment he actually thought that he would prefer to be in the Mines of Moria again being chased by the Balrog. At least he could do something there, he knew what he was fighting. At least he was fighting. In this place no one seemed to be fighting. He didn't even think there was a war going on there. He wondered what kind of place this was.
He looked up at a massive structure that resembled a tower of some kind. There was a big sign on it but in the dark Boromir couldn't read it. He was sure that he could find shelter under there. There appeared to be an entrance to it as well, a small arch that showed a lit place, it would surely be for weary travellers. Finally there was something familiar about this place. Maybe things would start going right from now on. He headed towards the lights. When he entered the bright lights temporarily blinded him. When they stopped hurting and some sight came back he froze. He was right this was a shelter, but not for people but for dragons. Hundreds of them all in rows. They looked like they were sleeping but Boromir was still completely silent. He couldn't believe this. Surely someone knew they were here. He couldn't just leave them, they were dangerous and he had always been told that all dragons needed to die. He drew his sword and walked towards the first one. It was a purple colour. A strange colour for a dragon but everything was strange in this place.
Even thought Boromir had made a considerable amount of noise nothing stirred in the cave. He decided he would take a closer look as this was something new to him. There were dragons in Middle Earth but nothing like this. He noticed something very strange about these dragons, they were see- through. There were things inside them, objects that Boromir could not identify. He had never seen a dragon before but he was pretty sure they weren't anything like this.
They certainly couldn't stay there. They must all die. He raised his sword and kept expecting them to all awake at once and charge at him yet not one stirred. He brung his sword down hard on the dragon's back and quickly retreated to be ready when it dived for him. It still didn't move. Nor did any of the others. Boromir struck it again, this time harder but instead of waking up the dragon's see-through parts shattered. It suddenly started making the strangest noise. This startled Boromir. He stood back trying to figure out what was going on. He had never seen anything like this before. He struck the dragon again and made a dent in its back. He could not understand why it was not fighting back or why none of the others were awoken by its cries.
Out of the blue a man came running towards the dragon. He stopped and looked up at Boromir with an angry look on his face. He dived towards the dragon and started inspecting the damage. Boromir was very confused by this time. He put his sword away and started walking away. He couldn't believe it. These people kept dragons as pets. He knew this was insanity. They were the most dangerous things in the world and people were looking after them.
The man that had been looking to the battered dragon was walking towards Boromir. He suddenly pounced on him before Boromir could get out of his way. He held him to the floor and waited. This was surely it. He would feed him to his dragon.
This was not what happened, however. Another one of the tame dragons came towards them at quite a speed, a man got out of it. They used them to ride as well. Boromir couldn't believe what he was seeing; did they not know how dangerous dragons could be? The man from inside the creature walked over to the pair of them that were on the floor. He pulled the man off of Boromir and pulled him up to face him. The man started talking to him but Boromir was far too distracted by the dragon that was waiting patiently for his master to return.
The man himself was wearing strange clothes and a hat, he also carried a weapon and resembled the person that had chased Boromir out of the reading hall. The man put a pair of handcuffs on Boromir and led him towards the dragon. Boromir knew exactly what was happening, they were going to feed him to their dragon. He couldn't believe it. He started struggling to get away from the man. Eventually the man had to let go. Boromir was just too strong for him. Boromir knew that he would have to run past the dragon; surely it would chase him on his master's command. As he sped past it he noticed that it had words on it they spelt "POLICE". Boromir recognised the letters but not the word, he wondered if this was what the man in uniform had named his dragon.
To Boromir's surprise, the dragon did not follow him but it just sat there, perhaps it only ate the things its master brought it. That must be it. He wondered how the men had been able to tame their dragons, he wished he knew for that knowledge would be of great value to Gondor. The man in uniform was still chasing Boromir, he had not yet summoned his dragon though. This seemed very strange to Boromir as it would have been far quicker, not that he wanted to be swallowed by a dragon. He was trying desperately to get these restraints off. He thought maybe his sword might help, he looked for it on his belt but found nothing but the horn of Gondor there. That would be no use because he had no one to summon. Besides he might wake more of the dragons.
Boromir knew that he could do nothing without his sword so he stopped suddenly and waited for the uniformed man to catch up with him, he must have his sword. The man soon caught up with him but before he could do anything Boromir was attacking him. He pushed the man to the ground and held him there until he found what he was looking for. His sword. He pulled it out quickly and held it to the man's throat. He was about to finish him off when he heard the wails of more dragons coming in his direction. He jumped to his feet and ran as fast as he could. He did not want to be fed to anything whilst he was here and he knew this meant not getting caught.
Boromir kept running despite his exhaustion. He knew that if he stopped he would be caught. The streets were now bathed in a pale orange light that gave them a firey look, this frightened Boromir even more and encouraged him to keep running. After a while he reached a part of the street that was still black, surprisingly this looked safer that any other place he had been to yet. He glanced behind him to see if he was still being chased. He wasn't looking where he was going and so bumped into a person who also seemed to be in hiding. She fell to the ground and he fell with her.
He quickly got up when he realised what he had done. The woman staggered to her feet and shook her head as if to clear away the dizziness. Boromir was feeling increasingly unsteady on his feet as well. The woman turned around and looked at Boromir, the anger that was on her face instantly turned to sympathy when she saw the exhausted man swaying uneasily from side to side. She grabbed ahold of his waist to support him but didn't say anything to him. She led him away and he did not object.