Ok people next chapter.
Thanks for all your reviews too they have really helped. Don't worry all
questions will be answered here soon. Also sorry for the chapter's size.
Heheh using Microsoft word and I guess I tricks me a lot that last chapter
was about three pages and I thought it would be better then the first.
Though now I'll try to make them bigger for you. Anyway enough blabbing
from me on with the story.
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He turned around and looked back at the once fair city of Rivendell. Before he left he looked around for the shards of Narcil and look upon the blade once again with out cutting his finger of course. However like every thing and everybody else there it was gone too. So standing at the edge of the city he took his horn and blew a farewell to it. The sound of his horn echoed beautifully and Boromir smiled at the answer of his call. Then he turned again and left.
What troubled Boromir the most that day was the dream he had earlier. Gandalf's surprising return, the battle, and his friends. However he also wondered of what Gandalf had said.
"The king now stands alone," he heard in his mind.
"What did he mean?" he spoke finally. "There was I believe a king down there. Or, did he really mean Aragorn?"
Questions like these filled his mind, along his journey and he still had little answers. So he decided to never mind it until he got to some means of civilization. He was traveling west away from Rivedell and from his small knowledge of the land he knew he had passed the ford as well as the Troll Shaws. He believed the road he was on was the East-West Road and he was near a hilly area. Soon he looked at what he only heard as stories from his home. It was the great fortress of Weathertop.
"Some of the greatest battles were fought here," he said. "It's a shame though that nothing more stands but these ruins."
As much as he would have liked to look at it closer he pressed on knowing it was growing darker out.
"If only I had a horse," he muttered under his breath. "I would have found a town so much faster and I could stay at the inn."
Walking on and on, for miles and miles. He stopped only once to rest his tired feet. Then again he walked.
"What's that ahead?" he asked hurrying his stride. "A town!!!"
He cried for joy at the site, and ran the rest of the distance between him and it. He found the door and knocked at it, looking forward to eating of real food and to finally sleep in a soft bead. A crack in the door was seen and on the other side a bald and fat man who Boromir guessed was the gatekeeper or such looked at him.
"Who are you and what do you want?" he asked in a sharp and harsh voice, which annoyed Boromir slightly.
"I'm but a traveler seeking a place to stay and food to eat if your small town has an Inn." He said.
"It does," said the watcher not making any movements of opening the door for him.
"Then let me in already so we both may get on with our own affairs!" he almost shouted.
This startled the keeper somewhat but he opened the door for him. Boromir just walked on not looking back he found the Inn which was the Prancing Pony. Finally he knew he was in the small town of Bree. He ate and slept better there then any other place in his early travels. Yet he was somewhat wary of sleep for a while. Worried he would have another strange dream if not the same dream he had before. Soon fatigue had the better of him and he drifted.
The next morning was nice day for traveling. Warm, sunny, with only few clouds in the sky, and not as humid. Boromir thanked the Inn for its hospitality took a little extra food and asked for a horse that would get him south to Gondor. However no horse he could find. For he had no money to buy one, and most horses there were either to old, or too young.
"Most have seen to many winters," said the voice of Gimili. Boromir turned around quickly in hopes of seeing his friend but no one there stood.
"Or too few," said the unmistakable voice of Legolas the Elf.
Boromir looked around again and saw no evidence of his friends there.
"Excuse me sir," said a man looking at him. "You're looking for a horse are you not?"
"I am sir," he said though he was still wondering where he heard the voices from before.
"Well sir there aren't many here that will suit you for your journey but if you continue heading westward you'll find a little place known as the shire. That's what the little folk call it, Hobbits if you heard of them. They have many that could help you."
"The shire?" he half asked.
That was the place where Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin lived! Surely he could find a friend of one of them to give him a horse. Boromir quick thanked the stranger and made his way back onto the road again. It was about eight o'clock in the morning when he left and he saw the shire it self at noon. He saw the fields where the Hobbits quickly harvested. Either they didn't see him or they wanted nothing to do with him he could not tell. After passing the fields he found the town Hobbiton.
"Excuse me?" he asked one halfling. "I'm a friend of Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Merriodic Brandybuck, and Perigrin Took I was told they lived here."
"They still do live here sir," replied the hobbit with somewhat of a belch. Boromir could tell he was drunk other wise the man would have wondered what a man of Gondor was doing in a shire full of halflings. "Well all 'cept for Mr. Baggins he disappeared about two years ago since he returned from his first disappearance, strange he was and if you don't mind me saying so I believed he was stranger then that Bilbo who took Frodo in. However you'll find Mayor Samwise at his house down the street and to your right."
"Thank you for your help sir," he replied and went on to the house of Sam Gamgee. Not looking back to see the poor drunk hobbit fall flat on his face and pass out.
When he got there he knocked on the door. The house was small at least to Boromir, but in fact was the second best and biggest house next to Bag End on the top of the hill. Opening the door he found a little girl, or perhaps a Hobbit women he could not tell. Though for a halfling Boromir believed her to be in different right pretty.
"Is this the residence of Sam?" he asked.
"Yes it is sir," she told him.
"Is he here now, and if he is may I come in to see him or him come out to see me?" Boromir asked again.
"He is here I'll get him for you," she said and turned into the house to get her husband. Rosie had never seen men in the shire before and she wondered what this one had wanted with Sam. She found him in the living room looking into the fire.
"Sam," she somewhat whispered hoping the man would not hear. "There is a man at our door!"
"What!" he exclaimed surprised at what she told him.
"Yes he asked to see you," the barmaid told him.
Sam took the elfish dagger Sting that his good friend and master had left him with him and walked to the door. There he saw the figure of a man with his back to him.
"Who are you and what do you want with me?" he asked half scared.
"Sam its good to see you as well," he turned and Sam saw someone he never thought he would. There stood Boromir with a small smile on his face to see his old comrade. Sam stood there dumbfounded not knowing what to say. His mouth was open his eyes fluttered and he finally fell, for he had fainted.
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Well what do you think sorry if its still too short but I'll probably update it with another chapter later today too. Now though the story will start to speed up a little and Boromir can get the answers to all his questions. So watch out for the next chapter.
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He turned around and looked back at the once fair city of Rivendell. Before he left he looked around for the shards of Narcil and look upon the blade once again with out cutting his finger of course. However like every thing and everybody else there it was gone too. So standing at the edge of the city he took his horn and blew a farewell to it. The sound of his horn echoed beautifully and Boromir smiled at the answer of his call. Then he turned again and left.
What troubled Boromir the most that day was the dream he had earlier. Gandalf's surprising return, the battle, and his friends. However he also wondered of what Gandalf had said.
"The king now stands alone," he heard in his mind.
"What did he mean?" he spoke finally. "There was I believe a king down there. Or, did he really mean Aragorn?"
Questions like these filled his mind, along his journey and he still had little answers. So he decided to never mind it until he got to some means of civilization. He was traveling west away from Rivedell and from his small knowledge of the land he knew he had passed the ford as well as the Troll Shaws. He believed the road he was on was the East-West Road and he was near a hilly area. Soon he looked at what he only heard as stories from his home. It was the great fortress of Weathertop.
"Some of the greatest battles were fought here," he said. "It's a shame though that nothing more stands but these ruins."
As much as he would have liked to look at it closer he pressed on knowing it was growing darker out.
"If only I had a horse," he muttered under his breath. "I would have found a town so much faster and I could stay at the inn."
Walking on and on, for miles and miles. He stopped only once to rest his tired feet. Then again he walked.
"What's that ahead?" he asked hurrying his stride. "A town!!!"
He cried for joy at the site, and ran the rest of the distance between him and it. He found the door and knocked at it, looking forward to eating of real food and to finally sleep in a soft bead. A crack in the door was seen and on the other side a bald and fat man who Boromir guessed was the gatekeeper or such looked at him.
"Who are you and what do you want?" he asked in a sharp and harsh voice, which annoyed Boromir slightly.
"I'm but a traveler seeking a place to stay and food to eat if your small town has an Inn." He said.
"It does," said the watcher not making any movements of opening the door for him.
"Then let me in already so we both may get on with our own affairs!" he almost shouted.
This startled the keeper somewhat but he opened the door for him. Boromir just walked on not looking back he found the Inn which was the Prancing Pony. Finally he knew he was in the small town of Bree. He ate and slept better there then any other place in his early travels. Yet he was somewhat wary of sleep for a while. Worried he would have another strange dream if not the same dream he had before. Soon fatigue had the better of him and he drifted.
The next morning was nice day for traveling. Warm, sunny, with only few clouds in the sky, and not as humid. Boromir thanked the Inn for its hospitality took a little extra food and asked for a horse that would get him south to Gondor. However no horse he could find. For he had no money to buy one, and most horses there were either to old, or too young.
"Most have seen to many winters," said the voice of Gimili. Boromir turned around quickly in hopes of seeing his friend but no one there stood.
"Or too few," said the unmistakable voice of Legolas the Elf.
Boromir looked around again and saw no evidence of his friends there.
"Excuse me sir," said a man looking at him. "You're looking for a horse are you not?"
"I am sir," he said though he was still wondering where he heard the voices from before.
"Well sir there aren't many here that will suit you for your journey but if you continue heading westward you'll find a little place known as the shire. That's what the little folk call it, Hobbits if you heard of them. They have many that could help you."
"The shire?" he half asked.
That was the place where Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin lived! Surely he could find a friend of one of them to give him a horse. Boromir quick thanked the stranger and made his way back onto the road again. It was about eight o'clock in the morning when he left and he saw the shire it self at noon. He saw the fields where the Hobbits quickly harvested. Either they didn't see him or they wanted nothing to do with him he could not tell. After passing the fields he found the town Hobbiton.
"Excuse me?" he asked one halfling. "I'm a friend of Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Merriodic Brandybuck, and Perigrin Took I was told they lived here."
"They still do live here sir," replied the hobbit with somewhat of a belch. Boromir could tell he was drunk other wise the man would have wondered what a man of Gondor was doing in a shire full of halflings. "Well all 'cept for Mr. Baggins he disappeared about two years ago since he returned from his first disappearance, strange he was and if you don't mind me saying so I believed he was stranger then that Bilbo who took Frodo in. However you'll find Mayor Samwise at his house down the street and to your right."
"Thank you for your help sir," he replied and went on to the house of Sam Gamgee. Not looking back to see the poor drunk hobbit fall flat on his face and pass out.
When he got there he knocked on the door. The house was small at least to Boromir, but in fact was the second best and biggest house next to Bag End on the top of the hill. Opening the door he found a little girl, or perhaps a Hobbit women he could not tell. Though for a halfling Boromir believed her to be in different right pretty.
"Is this the residence of Sam?" he asked.
"Yes it is sir," she told him.
"Is he here now, and if he is may I come in to see him or him come out to see me?" Boromir asked again.
"He is here I'll get him for you," she said and turned into the house to get her husband. Rosie had never seen men in the shire before and she wondered what this one had wanted with Sam. She found him in the living room looking into the fire.
"Sam," she somewhat whispered hoping the man would not hear. "There is a man at our door!"
"What!" he exclaimed surprised at what she told him.
"Yes he asked to see you," the barmaid told him.
Sam took the elfish dagger Sting that his good friend and master had left him with him and walked to the door. There he saw the figure of a man with his back to him.
"Who are you and what do you want with me?" he asked half scared.
"Sam its good to see you as well," he turned and Sam saw someone he never thought he would. There stood Boromir with a small smile on his face to see his old comrade. Sam stood there dumbfounded not knowing what to say. His mouth was open his eyes fluttered and he finally fell, for he had fainted.
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Well what do you think sorry if its still too short but I'll probably update it with another chapter later today too. Now though the story will start to speed up a little and Boromir can get the answers to all his questions. So watch out for the next chapter.