Hey everybody hows it going. So far I liking what I see, people liking my story and I'm glad u all do. So here is Chapter 5. BTW sorry for the typos on the ending message on the last chap, it's supposed to say So on with the story.
Disclaimer- I Don't Own The Lord Of The Rings or any of its characters, places or anything of it.
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The doors swung open and whatever conversation at this time had ceased. All from men, to elf, to dwarf looked at who approached. Boromir looked around to all the eyes that were staring. He smiled when he finally saw who he was looking for. There in the middle at the end of the hallway stood Aragorn. To his left stood the fair maiden Arwen. To his right staring with the same astonished look as Sam had back at the shire stood Gimili and Legolas. Boromir walked calmly up to them then bowed on one knee to his king.

"Boromir!" Aragorn stammered. "How? You were shot, killed in battle."

"Yes I was," he told them his story. "Now I've returned to my home, and have seen many changes."

Boromir finally greeted everyone with smiles, and began to tell his story of how he returned. His journey from lake, to forest, to Rivendell his dream all of it till he finally reached the end of coming back to Gondor. He noted to himself the look of Arwen either she was more surprised and interested then the others especially the parts of the lake and Rivendell. He also noted the beauty of her as well. She was different then any other elf he had seen before and yet he felt comfort from her eyes, and everyone else's. Finally he had finished his tale and Aragorn ordered a celebration to be made drinks were passed all around. Merry and Pippin were more then delighted to this and decided to help with the merriment with a drinking song.

"Hey Ho to the bottle I go!"

"To heal my heart and drown my woe!"

"Rain may fall and wind may blow!"

"But there still be many miles to go!"

"Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain!"

"And the stream that falls from hill to plain!"

"Better than rain or rippling brook!"

"Is a mug of Beer inside this Took!" sang Pippin loudly before falling off the table he and Merry stood on.
Sam shook his head at the foolishness of the two as they started
another song the one they sang before at Edoras.

"You can search far and wide!"

"You can drink the whole world dry"

"But you'll never find a beer so brown!"

"As the one they drink in my hometown!"

"You can keep your fancy ales!"

"You can drink them by the flagon!"

"But the only brew for the brave and true!"

"Comes from the green dragon!"

Boromir laughed but he drank and ate little. He talked much to his brother and everyone else there feeling good to be home. Soon others in the chamber left to retire to their beds. Merry and Pippin were on either side of the table where they sang and drank much, but now lied passed out. Legolas and Gimili took them to there rooms followed by Sam who was quite tired from all the fun.

"I believe I also should retire for the night," Boromir finally said after a long silence. He looked around though and laughed at himself. "Though I do not know where to retire to."

"I shall show you your room for it is close to my own," Arwen said to him. "I believe that I too should now rest since this day has been a long one."

She rose giving Aragorn a kiss goodnight then she went up to Boromir who offered his arm for her and they left leaving Aragorn in the quiet chambers to his own thoughts.

"So you saw my old home of Rivendell," Arwen said in a quiet hall. "It's not how you remember it I believe."

"Yes, its different," he replied. "When I first came there seemed to be life in that city, now as it is abandoned it feels more dead now then a graveyard it self."

"It is true when the elves leave their home the life they bring it leaves also," Arwen said somewhat distantly.

"What about you my lady, why have you not left these shores with your people," he asked curiously.

"Because here there is someone I cherish more then my own blood and kin," she replied.

Boromir knew immediately whom she meant so he didn't press the matter any further. They didn't speak anymore until they reached Boromir's chambers where they both bid goodnight to each other. Boromir finally found sleep in these safe chambers.

Darkness. Boromir found himself in the woods carrying wood. Though how he got there was strange to him. There he saw him standing there. Frodo of the Shire, the ring bearer of this quest, and the key to victory for all middle Earth.

"None of us should wander alone, you least of all," Boromir found himself saying the same words as he did in the past.

'No!' he thought. 'Not again'

"So much depends on you. Frodo? I know why you seek solitude. You suffer; I see it day by day. You sure you do not suffer needlessly? There are other ways, Frodo, other paths that we might take," Boromir spoke again.

'No!' He thought. 'I can't be tempted again I know what it is. Why can't I stop myself?'

"I know what you would say," Frodo replied with a small look of fear on his face. "And it would seem like wisdom but for the warning in my heart."

"Warning?" Boromir asked raising his voice slightly. "Against what? We're all afraid, Frodo. But to let that fear drive us to destroy what hope we have. Don't you see that is madness?"

Frodo looked away from him towards the river. He finally spoke

"There is no other way!"

'I know!' he screamed in his mind. However his expression changed. He became angry and threw down the wood he was carrying.

"I ask only for the strength to defend my people!" he yelled. "If you would but lend me the Ring..."

Boromir stepped forwards to Frodo, who took a step back.

"No!" he said.

"Why do you recoil?" Boromir asked half hurt and half angry. "I am no thief."

"You are not yourself." Answered Frodo taking another step back.

"What chance do you think you have?" He asked. "They will find you! They will take the Ring and you will beg for death before the end!"

At that point Frodo ran knowing nothing that would change Boromir's temptation to the ring.

Boromir against his own will, pursued.

"Fool!" Boromir cursed and tackled Frodo to the ground.

"Give it to me!" he yelled.

"No!" Frodo fought then put on the ring and disappeared into the wilderness.

"I see your mind," said Boromir. "You will take the Ring to Sauron! You will betray us! You go to your death and the death of us all! Curse you! Curse you! And all the halflings!"

He then fell and found control of himself again. It was there Boromir on that day Boromir would never forget of his weak mind and will. He wanted to weep. The sky grew darker from clouds and Boromir heard thunder from above. He looked up and saw again clad in white Gandalf standing before him. Boromir wanted to ask for help right there and then but all he could mutter or ask was,

"Gandalf?"

Gandalf's serious expression did not change he opened his mouth and said in language of evil. It was the tongue of Mordor.

"Ash Nazg durbatulûk!" he said loudly and echoed everywhere. Boromir lowered his head in defeat as he listened to those foul words yet again, and then raised it up again at the face of the wizard. "...ash Nazg gimbatul. Ash Nazg thrakatulûk agh Burzum-ishi krimpatul "

Thunder was heard and lightning flashed and finally passed, though the words stayed in his head. He knew what it meant. In the common tongue it was translated to

"One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them. One Ring to bring them all And in the darkness bind them."

"Gandalf the ring was destroyed!" Boromir stammered.

"Yes it has," finally letting a smile show. However it was faint for he changed it back to a frown once more. Boromir finally stood. "However the evil has still survived and is now free of it. He has now taken physical form again. Tell me Boromir will you still be tempted by the evil that you so hard tried taking before? Will you let the enemy control your mind again?"

Before Boromir could answer he found himself seeing the battle of Helms Deep and now of Minas Tirith!

"You have seen the strength of men Boromir!" Gandalf's voice could be heard, though Boromir could not find the wizard himself. "Will your own rise to theirs? Will you go to the end to defeat this enemy as Frodo had done?!? Or will you become one of the servants of the Dark Lord? Like him."

Boromir saw the head of the Nazgul in front of him. Wearing a crown on his cloaked head. The Witch King stood before him. They were drawing closer. He heard the screech it let out. Then darkness again. Boromir sighed in fear and relief. From nowhere came a flash of fire. Boromir looked in fear to what he saw. An eye wreathed in fire, the slit watching him, lidless and burning.

"Ash Nazg durbatulûk, Ash Nazg durbatulûk!" It whispered coming towards him!

"No!" Boromir screamed sitting up abruptly in his bead. He wiped the sweat away from his brow. "No." he said again.

He got up dressed and exited his room. To find some peace to think.

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So thats the end of this chapter now the real adventure will begin. Chapter six will be better. BTW sorry about not being original on the bar and drinking songs. I'm not a good song writer and i can't beat those but i think they came out well in this story. So R&R tell me what you think, I like reading the reviews lol.