Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to LOTR, or even the song used in this chapter
A/N: As much as I love LOTR and all the characters involved, this story had to go somewhere… (I'm also terribly sorry that I couldn't make up a better name than Morwen… My Elvish is getting progressively worse)
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All I Want to do is Run Away
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Boromir returned to Orthanc, now furious. He didn't want anything more than the ring itself at the moment, and no longer cared about other petty things, such as unrequited love. He was sick and tired of people ordering him around, and now he was going to act. He was going to kill that old fool Saruman, and take back what was rightfully his. The only thing he didn't know was that Saruman was no fool, as a former member of the White Council, he was cunning, smart, and rarely ever in the passenger's seat.
By the time he had reached Orthanc, Saruman had brought out a chair and was sitting in front of the door, waiting for him. Boromir stormed up to Saruman and unsheathed his sword. Saruman did and said nothing.
"Give me the ring," Boromir suddenly had a flashback of the first time he had said this…to… Frodo… "It's mine! My own! My precious!"
"Why, of course… my lad, Boromir… You see, I would give it to you, but unfortunately for you… the ring… is… MINE! Muahahahaha!" Right at that moment however, Boromir's mind suddenly became clear again.
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It was Boromir's birthday bash. Boromir was trying his best to converse as adequately as possible with Faramir, but he was distracted by what Morwen was doing… eating… He couldn't understand why he'd be distracted by anyone eating. Faramir was trying to ask him something. Boromir answered with a nod of his head and something along the lines of "goober."
"Brother? Boromir? BOROMIR!" the last "Boromir" from Faramir got Boromir's attention.
"What?! What is it that you want? Can't you see what I'm doing?" answered Boromir
"You haven't touched your food at all, and goober is definitely not the answer to 'do you want to duel later?' What's going on?"
"Do you see her over there?" Boromir asked, pointing across the room to a woman who was whispering to her friend who sat on her right, and Faramir nodded, he was good friends with her. "That's Morwen, and she is surreal. I've never met anyone like her, and she's good fun to talk to," Morwen suddenly caught his gaze, or so he thought, and smiled. Boromir smiled back. What Boromir didn't know was that Morwen was actually smiling at a man who was closer to her at another table across from her.
"Yes, I will definitely duel with you later," Boromir replied. He wanted to show Morwen what the captain of Gondor was able to do.
Faramir and Boromir had invited everyone out to see them have a duel. Boromir made up some of the most complicated swordplay anyone had ever seen, and they all applauded him, proud to see that he was becoming more and more like his father every day. Faramir equaled Boromir with his skills with a blade, but was not as quick enough, and so he was defeated. Faramir went up to Morwen afterward and began to show off his brother to her.
"Good afternoon milady Morwen. How did you like the duel?" Morwen turned around.
"Oh, hello Faramir. It was interesting," Morwen thought of Faramir as a little kid, but she still talked to him because he sometimes had interesting things to talk about.
"What did you think of Boromir, or rather, what do you think of Boromir?" asked Faramir.
"Boromir? I think he's a great captain and all, but I really don't think there's much else in there that knows anything about compassion. After all, he's great with a sword, killing our enemies, leading the troops to battle, the overpowering figure, loved by all, but I generally think he's the most cold-hearted person I've ever met. If all you do is kill, do you ever have any feelings?" Boromir had overheard this, and quickly walked away before Morwen saw him.
"Morwen, you don't really know him at all! Why don't you go and spend some time with him sometime, I'm pretty sure you'll completely change your mind about him then," offered Faramir, but Morwen quickly declined the offer.
"I'd love to, but I think it's a bit too late for first impressions, and besides, I don't think my love would approve. However, thanks for the offer, Faramir! Good day. Hopefully I'll see you around sometime. Take care!" Morwen quickly ran off into the direction where a man was leaning against a tree, slightly impatient. They quickly disappeared behind a cluster of trees, giggling until Morwen had a coughing fit. Boromir had returned to where he originally was standing. Faramir tried to say something to him, but it was no use. Boromir ran off into the direction Morwen and the other man had gone. Faramir realized that that was a really bad idea, and tried to stop him, but it was too late. Boromir had finally caught up to Morwen and the other man, but then he really wished he had not bothered to follow them at all. He'd rather have been completely oblivious than to have seen this. He ran away again, with Faramir at his heals."
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He had just realized what he had done, and quickly sought a way to avenge the lives of those he had sacrificed to get to this point in time. With this new wave of grief, remorse and desperation, Boromir commenced in hacking away at Saruman. Saruman was too quick for Boromir, and with a wave of his staff, Boromir immediately fell dead.
*You may venture far away from who you really are in the beginning, but once a hero, always a hero. *
