Lord of the rings: The end of all things
Many people have thought about what would have happened if for instance Boromir had taken the ring for his own at Amen Hen, or what if Frodo did not give up the ring and decided to take it for his own. This account I have made will try to show what it would have been like if Boromir did indeed take the ring and Sauron was able to find it, below I will begin were the fellowship break up by the River Anduin.
The coming of the ring to Gondor
River Anduin
The river was the greatest in Middle Earth for it ran through the land passing many of the major citys and places. Boromir had taken the one ring from Frodo but he spared Frodos life, he fled down the steep slope to the river bed not far from the camp of the Fellowship. There were many trees and bushes by the river bed for the sand was golden with rocks and many pebbles. Boromir lay down by the bank and he pondered his actions but began to smile as one who has triumphed in his mind.
Boromir: "At last I have you, my father and my people will be pleased at last we have the weapon to stop Sauron"
As he spoke he began to speak to himself and he opened his palm to reveal the one ring, it was calling to him now and he could hear words in his head to take the ring for his own. Far off he could hear the fellowship members calling, but that calling turned to what sounded like fighting. Boromir rose to his feet and placed the ring in his pocket then with a look of shame on his face he ran down to the river bed into his beloved realm of Gondor. As he ran he felt the weight of the ring increased but at the same time he felt powerful as if one possesed by the greatness of the ring. Boromir dare not put the ring on for the dark lord would find him for sure.
Gondor
After days of traveling he finally came in sight of his city the great city of kings Minas Tirith. The fields were green filled with many beautiful flowers Boromir could see the city sparkle in the sun with its beautiful marble white and the foundations were of beautifuly crafted stone. A rider came toward him it was one of the knights of Gondor who had seen him from afar. Boromir thought to himself to keep the ring concealed.
Knight: "My lord you have returned after a long time, your father has sent out riders to find you"
The Knight was clad in Gondorion Armour he had black hair and bore a brown horse rained in Gondorion equipment. With that said Boromirs eyes were cold he was a changed man with the ring he looked the Knight in the eyes.
Boromir: "Very well, will you take me as a burden?"
Minas Tirith
The Knight nodded as Boromir jumped on the back of the horse and they rode to the white city. Boromir kept his eyes fixed on his pocket his hair blowing in the wind as he looked old and pale know, the ring was taking its toll on him. They finally reached the gate, they rode past many people and soldiers who cheered to see there Captain home at last. They came at last to the Citadel were Boromir disembarked the horse and nodded to the Knight who rode off. As Boromir walked he felt eyes piercing him all the time many people were watching him as he looked at the floor. Before he entered the hall he stood in there thought. The gates were that of a sort of metal covered with symbols of Gondor, the outer wall whas that of white with the great tree of Gondor planted outside overlooking the city with guards clad in robes of Gondor guarding the great tree which was know withered.
Boromir: "Should I allow my father to take such a mighty gift"
He spoke softly to himself as if a man gone mad. He put his hand to his face and stood in silence for a moment pondering what to do. The ring was know calling him ever more, he pulled the ring out of his pocket foolishly and gazed upon its beauty.
Boromir: "Why shouldnt I take it for my own its my gift, I found it came to me"
The doors then opened and two Knights approached him he put away the ring and followed them into the hall. The Knights had spears with a small flag of Gondor at the tip of them.The hall was dark which was not common for the hall of kings was always light when the kings rained but this was dark hours and Denethor had been losing his mind slowly. The hall had on either side of its great hall statues of the kings of old carved out of marble. They left Boromir as his father Denethor rose up and put his arms in the air. Denethor was robed in black garmants and had long black hair with grey running through it, he did not have a beard and his eyes were cold and grey, his sons resembled him very much for he was also tall like them.
Denethor: "Ah my first born has returned, but what is this your looked warn out my boy come sit down next to your father, eat!"
As Boromir released his sword and equipment he sat next to his father at the table as they ate, but Boromir never spoke which worried his father. Denethor then looked at his son and leanded to him.
Boromir: "Did you bring back this mighty gift I asked of?"
Boromir for a moment hesitated and glarred at his father with hatred but for a moment the ring had a hold of him, he tightened his fist but as he was about to enrage the doors opened as a ranger stood in the passageway. Denethor kept a frown on Boromir then looked up to see his other son Faramir enter. Faramir had around his a cloak of the rangers of Othilien wore, he had leather armour around his chest with the symbol of the white tree on it he was a tall man with fair hair compared to most Gondorions but resembled his brothers stature and look but was not as big as his brother but looked fairer.
Faramir: "I thought it was true the knight sent for me brother"
Faramir was smiling for he loved his brother dearly and he walked over to Boromir. Boromir turned away from his father for he also loved his brother and they embraced.
Boromir: "Yes little brother I am fine though I have been through much, with these elves, Wizards, dwarves and Halflings"
Faramir and Denethor gasped in wonder because they did not now what a Halfling was at the time.
Faramir"Strange times indeed brother, but were are your companions?"
Boromir stepped back and his eyes wondered as one who had seen a ghost.
Boromir: "They departed on a different road which I do not know of brother"
Faramir smiled.
Boromir: "Very well, I will need to speak to father though brother Osgliath is in dire trouble"
Boromir nodded as Faramir walked over to his father.
Denethor: "Your brother can join us too Faramir seeing as he is the General Captain of this city and you are just the Captain"
Faramir nodded, as Boromir walked over to them as they talked.
Faramir: " My lord Southrons and Easterlings are passing through the black gate Sauron is calling all armys to him, he will strike Osigliath hard and fast for we our under siege as we speak."
Denethor looked at him coldy.
Denethor: "Then why arnt you defending now then? You see Faramir your brother held that city defence intact for quiet some time but you it seems cant even handle that"
Boromir stepped forward to argue the point.
Boromir: "I will go and help father but they havent the men at the outpost.
Denethor: "First we must speak of matters which dont concern Faramir, go now and get back to Osgliath I will send Boromir shortly for he is weary with travel"
Boromir left the hall and carried on to his room were he lay thinking of the ring and what to do next. He looked out of the window and could see darkness spreading over the sky from Mordor. He was now clean and full stomached ready to battle, Denethor entered his room and smiled to his son.
Denethor: "Just like you were a boy always thinking in your room"
He sat next to Boromir.
Denethor: "Well are you going to tell me of this council and of Isildurs bane?"
Boromir murmered to himself then told his father everything but never once mentioned he had the ring.
Denethor: "So the ring is at Amen Hen?"
Boromir stood up proud and tall.
Boromir: "Father I have taken the ring for my own I went against my oath to protect this beautiful city I love so dearly, I will use the ring in battle at Osgliath and the enemy will now what power we have"
Denethors eyes were enraged.
Denethor: "You wil give me the ring for you are not wise enough to use it"
Boromirs eyes were engloved he sprang at his father knocking him back and marched out the room. Boromir grabbed a horse from the stable and rode to Osgiliath in haste of his brother and the defence.
Osgliath
Osgliath was the ancient city of the kings, in Isildurs rein with his brother as King of Gondor this city was the chief the capital of Gondor before it fell. The city was flat with only a couple of levels with the River Anduin running through it and many bridges crossing over the city. It was once a city of joy, music and culture but know it was rubble and a battle zone for many years of fighting between Gondor and Mordor. The siege had stopped know it was night fall as Faramir prepared the men for the defence that night for the enemy would surley cross the river at night fall. Boromir rode up to the gate and was greeted by rangers.
Ranger: "Ah Captain Boromir, Captain Faramir awaits in the war room to the south"
Boromir nodded as they quickly ran to the war room, most of the Gondor Knights and rangers of Othilien were in position. Boromir entered the room were Faramir was handing out weapons to men, he looked at Boromir as he buckled his belt.
Faramir: "Good of you to make it brother we could use your might, the enemy will be crossing shortly"
Boromir walked over and touched his brother on the shoulder.
Boromir: "Do not worry brother we have a mighty advantage"
Boromir winked to his brother as they embraced and smiled. Both brothers went out to the river bed and hid for the enemy would soon cross in force.
Many people have thought about what would have happened if for instance Boromir had taken the ring for his own at Amen Hen, or what if Frodo did not give up the ring and decided to take it for his own. This account I have made will try to show what it would have been like if Boromir did indeed take the ring and Sauron was able to find it, below I will begin were the fellowship break up by the River Anduin.
The coming of the ring to Gondor
River Anduin
The river was the greatest in Middle Earth for it ran through the land passing many of the major citys and places. Boromir had taken the one ring from Frodo but he spared Frodos life, he fled down the steep slope to the river bed not far from the camp of the Fellowship. There were many trees and bushes by the river bed for the sand was golden with rocks and many pebbles. Boromir lay down by the bank and he pondered his actions but began to smile as one who has triumphed in his mind.
Boromir: "At last I have you, my father and my people will be pleased at last we have the weapon to stop Sauron"
As he spoke he began to speak to himself and he opened his palm to reveal the one ring, it was calling to him now and he could hear words in his head to take the ring for his own. Far off he could hear the fellowship members calling, but that calling turned to what sounded like fighting. Boromir rose to his feet and placed the ring in his pocket then with a look of shame on his face he ran down to the river bed into his beloved realm of Gondor. As he ran he felt the weight of the ring increased but at the same time he felt powerful as if one possesed by the greatness of the ring. Boromir dare not put the ring on for the dark lord would find him for sure.
Gondor
After days of traveling he finally came in sight of his city the great city of kings Minas Tirith. The fields were green filled with many beautiful flowers Boromir could see the city sparkle in the sun with its beautiful marble white and the foundations were of beautifuly crafted stone. A rider came toward him it was one of the knights of Gondor who had seen him from afar. Boromir thought to himself to keep the ring concealed.
Knight: "My lord you have returned after a long time, your father has sent out riders to find you"
The Knight was clad in Gondorion Armour he had black hair and bore a brown horse rained in Gondorion equipment. With that said Boromirs eyes were cold he was a changed man with the ring he looked the Knight in the eyes.
Boromir: "Very well, will you take me as a burden?"
Minas Tirith
The Knight nodded as Boromir jumped on the back of the horse and they rode to the white city. Boromir kept his eyes fixed on his pocket his hair blowing in the wind as he looked old and pale know, the ring was taking its toll on him. They finally reached the gate, they rode past many people and soldiers who cheered to see there Captain home at last. They came at last to the Citadel were Boromir disembarked the horse and nodded to the Knight who rode off. As Boromir walked he felt eyes piercing him all the time many people were watching him as he looked at the floor. Before he entered the hall he stood in there thought. The gates were that of a sort of metal covered with symbols of Gondor, the outer wall whas that of white with the great tree of Gondor planted outside overlooking the city with guards clad in robes of Gondor guarding the great tree which was know withered.
Boromir: "Should I allow my father to take such a mighty gift"
He spoke softly to himself as if a man gone mad. He put his hand to his face and stood in silence for a moment pondering what to do. The ring was know calling him ever more, he pulled the ring out of his pocket foolishly and gazed upon its beauty.
Boromir: "Why shouldnt I take it for my own its my gift, I found it came to me"
The doors then opened and two Knights approached him he put away the ring and followed them into the hall. The Knights had spears with a small flag of Gondor at the tip of them.The hall was dark which was not common for the hall of kings was always light when the kings rained but this was dark hours and Denethor had been losing his mind slowly. The hall had on either side of its great hall statues of the kings of old carved out of marble. They left Boromir as his father Denethor rose up and put his arms in the air. Denethor was robed in black garmants and had long black hair with grey running through it, he did not have a beard and his eyes were cold and grey, his sons resembled him very much for he was also tall like them.
Denethor: "Ah my first born has returned, but what is this your looked warn out my boy come sit down next to your father, eat!"
As Boromir released his sword and equipment he sat next to his father at the table as they ate, but Boromir never spoke which worried his father. Denethor then looked at his son and leanded to him.
Boromir: "Did you bring back this mighty gift I asked of?"
Boromir for a moment hesitated and glarred at his father with hatred but for a moment the ring had a hold of him, he tightened his fist but as he was about to enrage the doors opened as a ranger stood in the passageway. Denethor kept a frown on Boromir then looked up to see his other son Faramir enter. Faramir had around his a cloak of the rangers of Othilien wore, he had leather armour around his chest with the symbol of the white tree on it he was a tall man with fair hair compared to most Gondorions but resembled his brothers stature and look but was not as big as his brother but looked fairer.
Faramir: "I thought it was true the knight sent for me brother"
Faramir was smiling for he loved his brother dearly and he walked over to Boromir. Boromir turned away from his father for he also loved his brother and they embraced.
Boromir: "Yes little brother I am fine though I have been through much, with these elves, Wizards, dwarves and Halflings"
Faramir and Denethor gasped in wonder because they did not now what a Halfling was at the time.
Faramir"Strange times indeed brother, but were are your companions?"
Boromir stepped back and his eyes wondered as one who had seen a ghost.
Boromir: "They departed on a different road which I do not know of brother"
Faramir smiled.
Boromir: "Very well, I will need to speak to father though brother Osgliath is in dire trouble"
Boromir nodded as Faramir walked over to his father.
Denethor: "Your brother can join us too Faramir seeing as he is the General Captain of this city and you are just the Captain"
Faramir nodded, as Boromir walked over to them as they talked.
Faramir: " My lord Southrons and Easterlings are passing through the black gate Sauron is calling all armys to him, he will strike Osigliath hard and fast for we our under siege as we speak."
Denethor looked at him coldy.
Denethor: "Then why arnt you defending now then? You see Faramir your brother held that city defence intact for quiet some time but you it seems cant even handle that"
Boromir stepped forward to argue the point.
Boromir: "I will go and help father but they havent the men at the outpost.
Denethor: "First we must speak of matters which dont concern Faramir, go now and get back to Osgliath I will send Boromir shortly for he is weary with travel"
Boromir left the hall and carried on to his room were he lay thinking of the ring and what to do next. He looked out of the window and could see darkness spreading over the sky from Mordor. He was now clean and full stomached ready to battle, Denethor entered his room and smiled to his son.
Denethor: "Just like you were a boy always thinking in your room"
He sat next to Boromir.
Denethor: "Well are you going to tell me of this council and of Isildurs bane?"
Boromir murmered to himself then told his father everything but never once mentioned he had the ring.
Denethor: "So the ring is at Amen Hen?"
Boromir stood up proud and tall.
Boromir: "Father I have taken the ring for my own I went against my oath to protect this beautiful city I love so dearly, I will use the ring in battle at Osgliath and the enemy will now what power we have"
Denethors eyes were enraged.
Denethor: "You wil give me the ring for you are not wise enough to use it"
Boromirs eyes were engloved he sprang at his father knocking him back and marched out the room. Boromir grabbed a horse from the stable and rode to Osgiliath in haste of his brother and the defence.
Osgliath
Osgliath was the ancient city of the kings, in Isildurs rein with his brother as King of Gondor this city was the chief the capital of Gondor before it fell. The city was flat with only a couple of levels with the River Anduin running through it and many bridges crossing over the city. It was once a city of joy, music and culture but know it was rubble and a battle zone for many years of fighting between Gondor and Mordor. The siege had stopped know it was night fall as Faramir prepared the men for the defence that night for the enemy would surley cross the river at night fall. Boromir rode up to the gate and was greeted by rangers.
Ranger: "Ah Captain Boromir, Captain Faramir awaits in the war room to the south"
Boromir nodded as they quickly ran to the war room, most of the Gondor Knights and rangers of Othilien were in position. Boromir entered the room were Faramir was handing out weapons to men, he looked at Boromir as he buckled his belt.
Faramir: "Good of you to make it brother we could use your might, the enemy will be crossing shortly"
Boromir walked over and touched his brother on the shoulder.
Boromir: "Do not worry brother we have a mighty advantage"
Boromir winked to his brother as they embraced and smiled. Both brothers went out to the river bed and hid for the enemy would soon cross in force.
