Hmmm no reviews yet. Well here's the second chapter to the story.
Disclaimer- I don't own any character place or anything of the lord of the
rings.
Anyhow this tells of his journey back so it will be longer then the first.
R&R
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He walked on in the darkness, hearing nothing but his footsteps in the night. He would here a howl from a wolf but it was too distant to be of any worry. As he walked on he felt much guilt still in his heart. He remembered what he had done and wished that his mind had been stronger.
"I considered myself the better man," he muttered to himself. "I should have known, I should have listened to all those warnings, I truly am a fool."
Though he realized that there was no change for the past he considered his future.
"What future?" he asked. "I have failed Gondor, they would not accept me but I must try. Perhaps I can help them if the fight and the fellowship are there. I may be one man but perhaps I could make up for my past sins."
Where depression was, hope came though guilt still remained. So he hurried his pace and did not even rest that night.
The next morning was bright and warmer for Boromirr. He finally stopped for a break and found a nearby apple tree. He quickly remembered his hunger and ate about seven of the apples. He packed five more in his pouch and moved on.
"I would rather have meat and some ale but these will have to do for now," he said to himself.
So he marched on through the woods until he finally saw the edge of the forest. He yelled in joy and went out to see of any towns or farms. To his dismay he saw none. It was grassland far as the eye could see. However he did also see something beyond the horizon.
"Mountains," he groaned. "I'll have to get over them for I don't see anyway around"
So he started. It wasn't until that night he had reached the valley of rock for where the climb began so he rested that night. Not even realizing he had survived the forest of Mirkwood nor realizing that on the other side of those mountains laid the Elvin city of Rivendell. He woke early and began his climb. The mountain he chose was not too high yet still a great way up. He took a break on a cliff before he started again. Thinking of many things, Gondor, the Fellowship, his brother. On and on he climbed when he finally found the pass to the other side. He gaped at what he saw. A great waterfall on the left of him. He strained his vision harder past the mist and could make out a tower or building. With newfound strength he climbed down. Almost loosing his grip several times. Until he found the bottom that he saw he was in the very place the fellowship had been forged.
"Rivendell," he said. "Now I can finally find news of the events."
However he looked in the city and found no one. He cried out, and the only return he got was his own echo.
"Where is everyone?" he asked. "Elrond, and all the elves are gone? Where would they go in such a time as this?"
Though he heard no one answer his questions. Instead of getting answers he still had nothing but questions. So he made a fire and started to look for any means of food. The only thing left was an only piece of Lembras bread. Though it was stale it made more full then the apples for he only had two of those left.
'So much has changed here when last I saw this city,' he thought to himself. 'The golden light of the sun warm and comforting now its dull and cold here.'
Indeed things had changed this once was a peaceful and beautiful land was now empty from the leaving of elves to the Havens of the West. Though a haven it was still, no warmth or comfort could be found here now. Finally he found sleep and he dreamt. A great battle in some deep valley was what he could see. A massive form of black came marching all of them snarling and roaring war cries. On the other side of this valley he saw men and elves!
They were in a stone castle fighting. It rained hard. There he saw his companions, Aragorn shouting commands to the elves and men alike. Legolas using his arrows and bow to the best anyone has ever seen. Then taking out his short curved blades for close encounters. Gimili was on a top of the walls knocking down and chopping the Uruk-Hai yelling out loud
"Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty!!!" he cried
Boromir gave a faint chuckle at the sight of him seeing the dwarf trying to prove his skills as a warrior. Soon though reality came back for what he saw. Soon the men were falling again until they had retreated into the castle. Then Boromir stood looking at what was the loss of the battle and the now fate of his friends and companions. Soon he saw one of the most desperate and brave fight ever there went Aragorn, a man in clad in a royal like armor who Boromir guessed was the king of these people and Legolas riding out into the enemy. Swinging their swords at every on they passed.
"What battle is this?" he asked as he looked on not knowing what to do, he was but one man and there were at least ten thousand Uruk-Hai down there.
Soon the sun shown over the hill where Boromir stood, he heard a cry from a horse to his left and saw one of the most unexpected things in this entire battle. There on the white horse sat Gandalf who when last he saw fell into the shadows of Moria with the Balrog, now however was now no longer wearing gray in both his cloak, hair and, beard but white. With a new sword and a staff that no longer looked like it was a branch from a tree but a white poll with a nice and decorative diamond top to it.
"Gandalf?!?!?" Boromir yelled both in question and surprise.
Gandalf then spoke for what Boromir could not entirely make out, but believed he heard.
"The King now stands alone," he said. Then he turned and looked at Boromir he thought.
Boromir saw standing behind him a new army of men with new horses and weapons and shields to bear. Boromir turned back to Gandalf who he saw smile back at him with a glint in his eye. He winked. Then darkness.
Boromir woke up to find himself back in the gray lands of Rivendell. It was morning he guessed.
"What was that?" he asked again. "This land may not be comforting as it was before, but perhaps I found one answer here. With that he prepared to head out again
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So what do u think? I want to know please read and review!!! Then I know if I should start on the third part of this story.
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He walked on in the darkness, hearing nothing but his footsteps in the night. He would here a howl from a wolf but it was too distant to be of any worry. As he walked on he felt much guilt still in his heart. He remembered what he had done and wished that his mind had been stronger.
"I considered myself the better man," he muttered to himself. "I should have known, I should have listened to all those warnings, I truly am a fool."
Though he realized that there was no change for the past he considered his future.
"What future?" he asked. "I have failed Gondor, they would not accept me but I must try. Perhaps I can help them if the fight and the fellowship are there. I may be one man but perhaps I could make up for my past sins."
Where depression was, hope came though guilt still remained. So he hurried his pace and did not even rest that night.
The next morning was bright and warmer for Boromirr. He finally stopped for a break and found a nearby apple tree. He quickly remembered his hunger and ate about seven of the apples. He packed five more in his pouch and moved on.
"I would rather have meat and some ale but these will have to do for now," he said to himself.
So he marched on through the woods until he finally saw the edge of the forest. He yelled in joy and went out to see of any towns or farms. To his dismay he saw none. It was grassland far as the eye could see. However he did also see something beyond the horizon.
"Mountains," he groaned. "I'll have to get over them for I don't see anyway around"
So he started. It wasn't until that night he had reached the valley of rock for where the climb began so he rested that night. Not even realizing he had survived the forest of Mirkwood nor realizing that on the other side of those mountains laid the Elvin city of Rivendell. He woke early and began his climb. The mountain he chose was not too high yet still a great way up. He took a break on a cliff before he started again. Thinking of many things, Gondor, the Fellowship, his brother. On and on he climbed when he finally found the pass to the other side. He gaped at what he saw. A great waterfall on the left of him. He strained his vision harder past the mist and could make out a tower or building. With newfound strength he climbed down. Almost loosing his grip several times. Until he found the bottom that he saw he was in the very place the fellowship had been forged.
"Rivendell," he said. "Now I can finally find news of the events."
However he looked in the city and found no one. He cried out, and the only return he got was his own echo.
"Where is everyone?" he asked. "Elrond, and all the elves are gone? Where would they go in such a time as this?"
Though he heard no one answer his questions. Instead of getting answers he still had nothing but questions. So he made a fire and started to look for any means of food. The only thing left was an only piece of Lembras bread. Though it was stale it made more full then the apples for he only had two of those left.
'So much has changed here when last I saw this city,' he thought to himself. 'The golden light of the sun warm and comforting now its dull and cold here.'
Indeed things had changed this once was a peaceful and beautiful land was now empty from the leaving of elves to the Havens of the West. Though a haven it was still, no warmth or comfort could be found here now. Finally he found sleep and he dreamt. A great battle in some deep valley was what he could see. A massive form of black came marching all of them snarling and roaring war cries. On the other side of this valley he saw men and elves!
They were in a stone castle fighting. It rained hard. There he saw his companions, Aragorn shouting commands to the elves and men alike. Legolas using his arrows and bow to the best anyone has ever seen. Then taking out his short curved blades for close encounters. Gimili was on a top of the walls knocking down and chopping the Uruk-Hai yelling out loud
"Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty!!!" he cried
Boromir gave a faint chuckle at the sight of him seeing the dwarf trying to prove his skills as a warrior. Soon though reality came back for what he saw. Soon the men were falling again until they had retreated into the castle. Then Boromir stood looking at what was the loss of the battle and the now fate of his friends and companions. Soon he saw one of the most desperate and brave fight ever there went Aragorn, a man in clad in a royal like armor who Boromir guessed was the king of these people and Legolas riding out into the enemy. Swinging their swords at every on they passed.
"What battle is this?" he asked as he looked on not knowing what to do, he was but one man and there were at least ten thousand Uruk-Hai down there.
Soon the sun shown over the hill where Boromir stood, he heard a cry from a horse to his left and saw one of the most unexpected things in this entire battle. There on the white horse sat Gandalf who when last he saw fell into the shadows of Moria with the Balrog, now however was now no longer wearing gray in both his cloak, hair and, beard but white. With a new sword and a staff that no longer looked like it was a branch from a tree but a white poll with a nice and decorative diamond top to it.
"Gandalf?!?!?" Boromir yelled both in question and surprise.
Gandalf then spoke for what Boromir could not entirely make out, but believed he heard.
"The King now stands alone," he said. Then he turned and looked at Boromir he thought.
Boromir saw standing behind him a new army of men with new horses and weapons and shields to bear. Boromir turned back to Gandalf who he saw smile back at him with a glint in his eye. He winked. Then darkness.
Boromir woke up to find himself back in the gray lands of Rivendell. It was morning he guessed.
"What was that?" he asked again. "This land may not be comforting as it was before, but perhaps I found one answer here. With that he prepared to head out again
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So what do u think? I want to know please read and review!!! Then I know if I should start on the third part of this story.