May It Be Chapter 15: The Spirit of Boromir, a lord of the rings fanfic

Chapter XV: The Spirit of Boromir.

They were given boats to journey down the great river, and the boats were a welcomed relief to all of them, especially Aragorn who now had a few days where he did not have to make the decisions. There had been messengers, telling them that the bridges of Osgiliath were broken down and the land held by the Enemy. They way to Minias Tirith lay to the west, but the straight road to the Quest lay east of the River upon the darker shore. His own plan, while Gandalf remained with them, was to go with Boromir to Minas Tirith. He knew Boromir would go that way no matter what they decided.

They had not seen the elf maiden again, much to the hobbits dismay for they had wanted to see her one last time and say good-bye. Aragorn had given some thought to they way Lord Celeborn and the Lady Galadriel so quickly dismissed him when he asked questions about her. He still wondered what had happened by the Watchtower and why black spots had appeared on her skin. Sometimes when he closed his eyes he could still hear her feverish muttering. What had she meant by "Death would follow her"

Legolas felt relieved to know that she would be staying in Lothlòrien. He did not know if he felt glad or sad when he did not get the chance to see her one last time. Maybe it was for the better. He wanted the memories of her to be the once where she was full of joy and life.

As they journeyed down the river Galadriel's voice rang through the forest her voice soft and gentle and the song touched all their hearts and gave them strength, but not more then for Feavair, she knew the song was meant to give her courage.

Mornie utüli

Believe and you will find your way

Mornie Alanti

A promise lives within you

May it be shadows call.

Will fly away

May it be you journey on

To light the day

When the night is overcome

You may rise to find the sun.

The song lingered in their heart as the rounded the corner and left Lórien and its safe heaven.

Feavair stood hidden under some dark trees by the shore and watched them disappear. For a brief moment she had wanted to call out his name and to run after him. She had wanted to hear him utter his love for her and to hear him speak her name once more. She had wanted to tell him everything, and to tell him how sorry she was.

Oh, how she whished her mother had rather killed her and that she had not wove Saroun's spirit to her or to the Ring. Had her mother only let the Dark Lord kill her as she took her first breath and saved her from all the years alive, only to fall in love, and then face the biggest grief of them all, to leave her love behind. Why had her mother done this to her, to the world? Did she not think that the lives of people of Middle-earth counted more then her own. Why did she sell the doom of the world just to keep her safe from the Dark Lord Sauron?

She felt a hand on her shoulder.

"We must prepare for departure," Haldir said simply. She wiped the tears away from her eyes and nodded once.

"I did not say goodbye," she muttered.

"Maybe it is for the best"

"I have prepared my good bye for many years. But I think you are right, I never wanted to say it. I just wanted to disappear. " she paused " I used to think I wanted a normal life….that this "gift" of mine was a curse….but there is something…if it had not been for it…" she stopped and looked away.

"Let us get ready. We shall leave at dusk"

"Shall we leave by boat?"

"No…we will follow the bank. I think the two of us will be safe….you will be safe anyway…. I do not know what rout they will take…so we need to stay close to them"

They had been traveling for nine days with little and nothing happening, and then on the morning of the tenth day Aragorn suddenly cried.

"Look" and pointed to two tall statues that roamed over them.

"Behold Tol Bandir, to the left stands Amon Lhaw and to its right is Amon Hen. The Hills of Hearing and have Sight" they passed the tall warrior statues feeling their aimless gaze upon them as they stood, tall and rigid as they had done in ages.

Frodo could not help but feel that the last stage of the quest was before them.

Aragorn steered them to the shores and told them they would rest here, tomorrow they would cross the river and journey on foot. Frodo looked at Legolas and could see that the elf was tensed, there seemed to be something that worried him. He said something to Aragorn and seemed almost nervous.

If the elf felt anxious there had to be something going on. Frodo also started to feel worried. It was not only that they were drawing close to the most dangerous part of their quest; it was the words Lady Galadriel had whispered to him. He looked at the others, they didn't seem to notice that anything was going on.

Merry and Pippin sat down and took out their pipes. Sam yawned and then he to sat down and dug up his pipe.

He needed to escape from the nagging thoughts and before he know it Frodo found him self, wandering alone in the woods.

"A ring bearer is always alone"

Images of what he had seen in Lady Galadriels mirror and the dread that fell over her face as he offered her the one Ring played in his mind. He did not want to carry it any more, but he knew that it was he, and he alone, that had to walk into the fiery hell of Mont Doom and toss the Ring back to the claws it came from.

Lady Galadriel had also warned him about the weak link in the Fellowship and he had no doubt he knew who she was talking about. Boromir had been staring at the Ring ever since they left Rivendell and he feared that he would try to take it, which meant he had to get far away from everybody, before the ring broke them all.

"Nobody should wander alone, specially not you!"

He turned around. He had not heard that somebody had walked up on him and was startled to see Boromir walk calmly towards him, innocently gather some wood. Frodo did not answer for he saw the same desire in Boromirs eyes, as he had on the snowy mountain when he grasped the Ring. He started to slowly walk backwards and saw that Boromir followed him closely, like a cat playing with its pray.

"You suffer day by day, I can see it…are you sure you do not suffer needlessly"

He did not answer but turned around and started to walk hurryingly, he heard that Boromir followed him.

"I….I can take it" Boromir suggested and Frodo remembered thinking, no, no way, get away. He felt the Ring burn around his neck, and then suddenly Boromir slung the fire wood angrily to the ground and boomed.

"I ask only for the strength to defend by people….I should have been mine!" he threw him self at Frodo, and the weight nearly crushed him as Boromirs fingers hungrily tried to grab the Ring from around his neck. Frodo gasped for air and soon he felt the chain break as he tugged the ring away from Boromir and, without thinking he placed it on his finger and vanished.

Unnoticed by the Fellowship Feavair and Haldir had followed them on the bank. Swiftly as gray shadows they had run along the shore, never close enough to be noticed and never to far away to lose them. When nighttime came they had drawn deeper into the woods, and rested. They had not shared a word since their journey started, neither one had words to put to their thought and emotions.

They had packed little provisions, only food and water and some clothes that might become necessary. They carried no weapons for they did not plan on getting caught in battles. As unusual and uncomfortable as it was, Feavair had dressed in pants a tunic and a cloak, similar to those that were given to the Fellowship. Their clothes were simple and showed nothing of elven elegancy or glory.

Haldir and Feavair had grown up together as close as brother and sister. They had traveled together for many years across Middle-earth searching for traces of the One Ring. But then Haldir had been needed elsewhere and Feavair found her self in Mirkwood.

There is something in this wood Feavair thought one night while she watched Haldir sleep in elf-fashion, eyes open and on constant vigilance. The Ring seems close….and its power has grown. Is it because we getting closer to the enemy….or is it because my strength has returned she wondered.

Suddenly she felt something cold tug her heart and she quickly rose and scanned the forest. The voice started to whisper in her ear and her heartbeat quickened. She stared at her own fingers and could almost feel the black prickling power in them pulsate.

"Haldir" she said and he awoke at once. "Something is wrong." She could sense it now, stronger then ever before. Suddenly she took off, disappearing into the woods without waiting for Haldir.

She ran as fast as her feet would carry her, over rocks and stones. The cold wind whipped against her face. She did not know where she was or where she was running, she was just following the pulse of her own heartbeat and the calling of her soul.

Frodo took off the Ring and landed with a soft thud on the ground. He looked up and saw that he had fallen down from a small peak. He could still hear Boromir curse and call his name, begging for forgiveness. He was about to run back down the camp, not knowing what he would say or do when he got there, when somebody suddenly called his name.

He turned around, surprised to see the elfmaid stare at him gasping for breath. Her eyes were widened with fear and she looked shocked to see him.

She took a step towards him and he backed off.

"Do not worry Frodo," she whispered and he blinked her eyes at her disbelief. All through their long journey, when she had spoke, the little she had, it had been on the elven tongue and now she spoke the common tongue. She walked towards him, but stopped a few meters away.

"Frodo….you must give up" she said. Her voice was calm and strong. Frodo stared at wide-eyed and pale expression. She took a deep breath and seemed to compose her self.

"There is danger, quickly Frodo, you must go…. Orcs" she ordered softly. He just stared at her, her words sinking slowly in and he looked at his sword and saw that it glowed furiously blue. He did not ask any questions, but started to run down towards the shores. In the distance, he heard the sound of clinking metal.

Feavair turned around and saw an army of orcs walking towards her. She closed her eyes and felt the foul stench from their heavy pants. She stood calmly as the orcs walked towards her, they did not charge or raise their weapons. They stopped a couple of inches from her and she opened her eyes and saw the leader hesitate, then like the Balrog he backed off. He grunted something then they walked right past her as if she was not there. As soon as the last one walked past her, she quickly followed Frodo down the steep hill.

Abruptly she heard a battle cry in front of her.

"Elendil"

She quickly turned around and started to run as fast as her legs would carry her. She had no fear for her own life, knowing that as long as their spirits were bound together, she could not be killed. The Dark Lord Sauron wanted no harm to her.

Her pulse quickened and she ran on unsteady legs steering from logs and rocks holding on to the tree trunks so not to stumble. Around her the battle started and her eyes filled with tears as she heard screams of rage and terror as they fought against the orcs. She could hear his voice ringing through the cries of the orcs and she closed her eyes and prayed that no harm would come to him.

Suddenly something grasped her heart and stopped her from running. She heard somebody scream in pain, and then followed the sound of the horn of Gondor. Feavair ran swiftly towards the sound and halted when she saw an orc, taller and larger then normal, aim his crossbow at Boromir. An arrow was already penetrating his shoulder and a thin stream of blood from the corner of Boromirs mouth.

Then she saw in him, what the others had failed to see, what the Lady Galadriel had not foretold. His spirit was not clouded by desire for the Ring, his light broke through the darkness. Another arrow hit him the chest, but he continued to defend Merry and Pippin who hid behind tree.

Two more arrows, and then he fell.

She closed her eyes and swayed slightly as Boromirs breathing slowed down then it turned deep and blood ragged. Out of nowhere Aragorn appeared. The bower raised his orc sword and swung it towards the ranger, but he dogged the blow. He stabbed his knife in the orcs thigh as the orc suddenly tossed his shield at Aragorn, pinning him to a tree.

He attacked again and Aragorn ducked and in the next moment angrily swung his sword at the orc, cutting its arm of. The orc screamed, not in pain but in anger. Aragorn drove the sword deeper in its chest, the monster grinned and walked closed to the ranger, the sword sliding deeper into his chest and pulling Aragorn towards him. Then it raised its sword ready to kill the ranger, when Aragorn, with an inhuman strength, suddenly pulled the sword out and then cut the head of the orc.

Aragorn swayed and closed his eyes, then he rushed to Boromirs side.

"They….they have taken the little ones" Boromir gasped and gulped blood. She stood silent, hidden behind a tree and watched them. Aragorn looked at the wounds wondering where to start, knowing it was o late.

Feavair remembered Gandalf and Frodos talk about pity, about who deserved life and death. Boromir may have failed to fight against the power of the Ring, but stronger men had withered in front of it. The Lady Galadriel had appointed him out as the weak link and in predicting his future she may have done nothing to alter it. But in the end, he chose to stray away from the path of darkness.

Many have lived that deserved death and many have died that have deserved life.

Boromir did not deserve death; she saw the love and desire burn in his heart. Not desire for power and control, but desire to live and to change the World. It was a small light but it still was there, burning brightly, struggling against the black shadow of death that crept over it. With out a word she walked towards them and then kneeled down in front of Boromir.

Aragorn was too surprised to see her to say anything, but he tried to push her away. She ignored him and placed a hand on Boromirs chest and felt her hand became wet with blood. Then she closed her eyes, and drew forth the power to weave. When she opened her eyes, there was nothing but white daylight around her.

She saw a blue light slightly float before her, and then she saw a shadow crawl over it as Boromirs spirit started to fade. She walked closer and the shadow started to slowly withdraw. She felt her strength leave her as she placed her hands on the blue light and slowly her hands wove the light strings.

The dark shadow took form as serpent and it hissed in anger and leaped towards the blue glow.

"You cannot have this spirit," she ordered. The white light around her feet discolored to gray, then slowly turned black. The snake hissed again and twirled around the blue light and she felt the threads disappear between her fingers

"Go back!" she said sternly, the dark snake hesitated and then hissed again and squeezed the blue light even tighter. Like a distant echo, she could hear Boromir gasp for air and she felt that her own chest struggled to breathe.

"Go back!" she said firmly. This time the snake lunged at her, twirling around her like a coil of rope, and tried to squeeze the life out of her.

As soon as the light discovered that it was free, it grew and soon it started to illuminate the darkness they were in.

She felt the snake squeeze her tighter and she gasped for air. The snake continued to squeeze harder and harder and it felt as if her bones were breaking, and when she thought, she could hold on no more, the black snake slid through her skin. She doubled over, fell to her knees and started to cough. She hasped for air and then she felt her breath and heart rhythm return too normal. The light hovered above her

"Why did you save me?"

" Your spirit, it still glows it defied the darkness," she answered.

"I tried to take the ring…. that night in the corridor I would have…."

"But you didn't…. that was made you strong…you didn't"

Suddenly Boromirs eyes opened and he filled his lounges with air. Feavair removed her hand and staggered backwards. Boromirs eyes flickered around nervously, he expected to feel nothing but pain and see nothing but darkness, instead he stared into the confused eyes of Aragorn.

"How…" the ranger asked amazed and Boromir rose and looked for the person he had seen…could it be in his dream.

But she was gone

"She…." Boromir stuttered, but then his body swayed and he fell down against Aragorn's shoulders.

Aragorn had left Boromir in the care of Gimli and he and Legolas hurried to the shore where they saw Frodo and Sam disappeared in the woods on the other side. "Quickly…." Legolas said ready to jump into a boat, but Aragorn shook his head. He could not explain it…but he knew they were not meant to follow them.

"Frodos fate is out of our hands now….but we can not leave Merry and Pippin to torment and death" he said calmly. How did she manage to save Boromir as he was dying in his hands? Where had she come from? Why had she followed them?

"Did you see her?" Aragorn asked suddenly "Where did she go?"

"Who" Legolas asked confused, and then suddenly realization dawned on him.

"Where is she…" Legolas suddenly cried out in panic. Aragorn stared around as waiting for her to appear from somewhere, but she had vanished and the only thing they heard was the whispering of the wind and the singing from the river.

"It was all in vain…" Gimli cried as he walked down, with Boromir leaning heavily against him. Aragorn closed his eyes and tried to summon his thoughts as he turned around to what remained of the Fellowship. The hobbits where gone, the elf maiden who had managed to save Boromir from beyond death, was nowhere to be found. Why had she run away?

Then suddenly Legolas cried out her name, without thinking.

"Feavair!"

But none did answer and the only thing they heard was the echo of Galadriels song.