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A/N: This is a really weird chapter.
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Men with broken swords
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Arwen ran
into her bedroom and attempted to lock the door, but blinded by her sorrow she
did not lock the door properly; she merely fumbled with the lock. She made her
way to the window beside her bed to gaze at the stars, whispering a silent
prayer: "Aragorn, I know you're somewhere out there. Come home to me," and
suddenly the door opened and closed with a slightly loud sound. She whipped
around thinking that it was Aragorn and he had heard her prayer. It was a leap
of faith, but her hope was crushed when she saw who it was. In waltzed a man
who frankly looked quite drunk, and probably was.
"Arwenundomielady. How'd'you fair?"
"Boromir? Man of the South. Why do you even bother to step foot into this place after all the damage you have caused?"
"I come here to ask for your hand in marriage,"
"Are you mad, Boromir? You killed my beloved ere you came here, handed my best friend to the enemy along with his companions, and you expect me to accept? Please leave me to mourn in peace while I enjoy the last of my days alone," Boromir smiled. He knew that this was going to be hard, but how could she refuse someone as strong as he? He had the forces of Gondor, Isengard, and Mordor in the very palm of his very own hands. Just one tiny command from his lips and he would have the world of good crushed to pieces –wait. Did he say world of good? He meant world of evil, yes, the world of evil would be crushed to pieces. How could she turn him down? He would give her the forces of the world, and she would have to agree to that offer.
"I'll give you everything, and anything that you desire. In my hands are the forces of Gondor, Isengard, and Mordor. Surely you cannot desire anymore than this milady, and if you do, I will journey through fire and water just to bring it back to you,"
"It is not wealth, power, or land that I want, Boromir. What I desire you cannot bring back to me, for it was by your hands that he is dead! Nothing can bring him back," but Boromir took advantage of her talking, and set his lips upon hers.
"Does that make you feel any better, milady?" he asked. She seemed to be fuming, but had some skill in hiding her anger. She calmly answered before her eyes began filling up with tears again.
"You cannot just kiss away problems and pain. Healing takes time, and it may take an eternity, or perhaps one shall never be healed,"
"Will you not let me take his place to fill up the hole in your heart?"
"I will ask you again, Boromir. Are you mad? No one can replace Aragorn,"
"Don't you understand milady? I love you," and he pushed her down on the bed. Arwen didn't make a move to defend herself against him yet, she was still waiting to find out his intentions, but she answered in the coldest way possible.
"You don't love me, Boromir. You're in love with something men have named as beauty. I have none of this, yet you are blind. You desire power that you do not have. You would rather be married to your sword if you were forced to marry another,"
"If you will not come with me willingly, then I will have to take you by force!" Arwen smiled to herself, clearly amused with the way Boromir was acting, but Boromir began clawing at her clothes, fumbling madly with the buttons and strings on the front of the dress. Arwen couldn't take anymore of his childish games; he was obviously boring and annoying! She pushed him off her with a light shove, but he toppled off the bed.
"Ow!" he cried loudly.
"I didn't even hurt you," she stated obviously. He didn't say anything, but lunged at her again. She raised her hand and he froze right on the spot.
"You will go away Boromir, you will leave me. I will hurt you if you do not leave me be,"
"What weapon do you possess milady? If your weapon is that of the love of Aragorn, then you will are weaponless for you know he is dead. You are just some weak, poor, deluded soul, milady!" In her wrath, Arwen seemed to tower above Boromir, and he seemed to shrink beneath her.
"Silence," and Boromir was silent. "I do not have to have a sword in my hands to seem tough. I do not have to bring an outer force into me to persuade myself that I am strong, someone different," and she reached out and grabbed his sword, and smashed it onto the ground. It shattered into many pieces. "You are now weaponless, as you perceived me to be. You made a big mistake Boromir," She put her face right up close to his and whispered angrily into his ear. "A woman is never weaponless. Leave now," and Boromir felt himself being dragged out of Rivendell. From that point he decided to himself that the first attack would be on Rivendell. He would not be defeated by merely a she-elf who declared to be stronger than he. Whether he loved her or not, she would pay, and the fee was death. Arwen stood in her room, staring out the window again. A shooting star went past her window, and Arwen hung her wish upon it."I don't care about the future, I don't care about my life or anything else. All I ask is that he comes back to life. The ring-bearer needs him… Middle-Earth needs him… I… need him… I wish… that Aragorn might come back to life… Nothing or nobody in this world would make me any happier than him… and that's all…" She concentrated hard on all the memories they had shared in the past, all the laughter, all the tears, mourning their parting… and just… everything about him. Lady Galadriel heard this wish in Lothlorien, and strengthened it with her own power, but surprisingly she didn't need to put in much effort, as the power of Arwen's love was already so strong.Somewhere out there, someone heard this wish. "Wish granted,"