Bulma Greenleaf: ,,Cool! I got a lot of very sweet reviews! And I'm gonna
thank them now, since I always do that."
To Anielith-chan: Hey, I've got a bite! It's Anielith-chan! Thank you for reading and reviewing!
To Laurie-the-Duck: I'm sure Legolas would recognize Orc-arrows! By the way, your 'random thought' was VERY funny! Can I use that in one of my fics?
To Bridges over de Dwarswetering: Cool, you like it! I hope you like the chappie coming up!
To Ari: Aww, that's cool. You like Boromir? Me too! I'll write more soon!
To KoUsagi: Cool! You're really reviewing every single story of me, aren't you? Thank you! It's also cool that you like Boromir! Greetings to your sister who also likes Boromir!
To Tursiops: Heey Tursiops! Thank you for reading and reviewing very much! I'm sorry I let Boromir almost hit Legolas, but oh well, he didn't actually hit him, did he? Bye bye!
To Kelly Neptunus: Oh my gosh! That's so sweet of you! You actually wrote a long, sweet, cool review, just for letting me continue? THANK YOU!!! That's so cool! The Tengwar/Quenya words were cool! Don't worry, I don't think you're crazy at all! Bye!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Lord of the Rings. I do own Endreas.
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Boromir looked at his body. He was a bit sorry for the poor Elven-boy, but he had no choice. Who knows when the next Elf/Men would pass. And besides, this body was perfect. Young and full of Elvish energy and of course immortal. Immortality. . . All his life he had wished for it, but had never thought he would get immortal by dying. Funny.
Boromir tried his new found body by running through the forest, climbing in trees. He felt so light and free! After he felt that he had tested his body long enough, he sat down on a tree-trunk. Now he noticed he carried a knife, bow and a few arrows. That could be pretty useful.
Boromir wondered what the young Elf had been doing at this side of the river. Maybe the boy was lost? Actually, he didn't really care. He slowly walked to the river and drank some water. How long has it been since the last time he was able to drink? He had no idea.
Then he saw his own reflection. He had blond, long hair like most of the other Elves he had seen. A bit cliché. So Boromir grabbed his knife and cut off his hair. After that, he happily looked at the result. Short and spiky. He liked it!
So he had done it. He was kind of alive again. It had been so easy! When he had seen the Elf, he had entered the boy's mind, and casted off his victim's spirit. Pretty easy!
Now what was he going to do now? Travelling after Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli? Or should he go after Frodo and Sam? The Ring. . . did he still want the Ring? He felt no desire towards it on this moment. So would he return to Lothlorien instead. Yes, that was a pretty good idea. Then he was able to get used to this body.
He decided to follow the shore, untill he could see Lothlorien at the other side of the river. Then he would swim to the 'Elven-city' and everything would be okay.
He started to carry out his plan, but halfway he stopped. Something was wrong about his plan. When I would arrive in Lothlorien, she would notice. . . Galadriel would see in her mirror, and she could read minds. He would be in pretty much trouble when the Elven-witch would see. The Elven-boy was definetly from Lothlorien. Wouldn't his parents miss him? That was mistake number two. When he would arrive in Lothlorien, not only Galadriel would see, but also the parents of this Elf would notice that something was wrong.
Boromir ran back to the forest and sat down on the ground. He considered it would be the best if he hid from the Lothlorien-Elves. He didn't know what was going to happen with him if they found him. Think he had gone crazy? Perhaps. Oh well, he had learned to survive in the wilderness, so this wouldn't be a very big problem. Boromir didn't care. He was alive again. He could feel his heart-beat in his body. Though he couldn't go to Lothlorien, he was happy.
Then he felt a strange feeling in his stomach. Boromir smiled when he recognized the feeling. He was hungry! He better go and hunt then. He would have to practice a little with bow and arrows, but everything was going to be allright.
~This isn't the end of the story! Boromir still wants revenge! (Aragorn kissed him on the forehead, remember?) Any ideas how I can do this? Tell me! I'll continue very soon! When you're leaving, please submit a review first! Thank you!
To Anielith-chan: Hey, I've got a bite! It's Anielith-chan! Thank you for reading and reviewing!
To Laurie-the-Duck: I'm sure Legolas would recognize Orc-arrows! By the way, your 'random thought' was VERY funny! Can I use that in one of my fics?
To Bridges over de Dwarswetering: Cool, you like it! I hope you like the chappie coming up!
To Ari: Aww, that's cool. You like Boromir? Me too! I'll write more soon!
To KoUsagi: Cool! You're really reviewing every single story of me, aren't you? Thank you! It's also cool that you like Boromir! Greetings to your sister who also likes Boromir!
To Tursiops: Heey Tursiops! Thank you for reading and reviewing very much! I'm sorry I let Boromir almost hit Legolas, but oh well, he didn't actually hit him, did he? Bye bye!
To Kelly Neptunus: Oh my gosh! That's so sweet of you! You actually wrote a long, sweet, cool review, just for letting me continue? THANK YOU!!! That's so cool! The Tengwar/Quenya words were cool! Don't worry, I don't think you're crazy at all! Bye!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Lord of the Rings. I do own Endreas.
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Boromir looked at his body. He was a bit sorry for the poor Elven-boy, but he had no choice. Who knows when the next Elf/Men would pass. And besides, this body was perfect. Young and full of Elvish energy and of course immortal. Immortality. . . All his life he had wished for it, but had never thought he would get immortal by dying. Funny.
Boromir tried his new found body by running through the forest, climbing in trees. He felt so light and free! After he felt that he had tested his body long enough, he sat down on a tree-trunk. Now he noticed he carried a knife, bow and a few arrows. That could be pretty useful.
Boromir wondered what the young Elf had been doing at this side of the river. Maybe the boy was lost? Actually, he didn't really care. He slowly walked to the river and drank some water. How long has it been since the last time he was able to drink? He had no idea.
Then he saw his own reflection. He had blond, long hair like most of the other Elves he had seen. A bit cliché. So Boromir grabbed his knife and cut off his hair. After that, he happily looked at the result. Short and spiky. He liked it!
So he had done it. He was kind of alive again. It had been so easy! When he had seen the Elf, he had entered the boy's mind, and casted off his victim's spirit. Pretty easy!
Now what was he going to do now? Travelling after Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli? Or should he go after Frodo and Sam? The Ring. . . did he still want the Ring? He felt no desire towards it on this moment. So would he return to Lothlorien instead. Yes, that was a pretty good idea. Then he was able to get used to this body.
He decided to follow the shore, untill he could see Lothlorien at the other side of the river. Then he would swim to the 'Elven-city' and everything would be okay.
He started to carry out his plan, but halfway he stopped. Something was wrong about his plan. When I would arrive in Lothlorien, she would notice. . . Galadriel would see in her mirror, and she could read minds. He would be in pretty much trouble when the Elven-witch would see. The Elven-boy was definetly from Lothlorien. Wouldn't his parents miss him? That was mistake number two. When he would arrive in Lothlorien, not only Galadriel would see, but also the parents of this Elf would notice that something was wrong.
Boromir ran back to the forest and sat down on the ground. He considered it would be the best if he hid from the Lothlorien-Elves. He didn't know what was going to happen with him if they found him. Think he had gone crazy? Perhaps. Oh well, he had learned to survive in the wilderness, so this wouldn't be a very big problem. Boromir didn't care. He was alive again. He could feel his heart-beat in his body. Though he couldn't go to Lothlorien, he was happy.
Then he felt a strange feeling in his stomach. Boromir smiled when he recognized the feeling. He was hungry! He better go and hunt then. He would have to practice a little with bow and arrows, but everything was going to be allright.
~This isn't the end of the story! Boromir still wants revenge! (Aragorn kissed him on the forehead, remember?) Any ideas how I can do this? Tell me! I'll continue very soon! When you're leaving, please submit a review first! Thank you!