Sorry about the delay before. It's been a busy weekend for me so I never got a chance to update. Again please if u read it please review it. I'd like to know if people are actully enjoying it so I know I'm doing something for the readers. To all those who have reviewed thank you very much for ur support it means a lot to me. So here's Chapter 6.
BTW i'm sorry again for trying to type the link. It always disapears when i post it so the site is called arwen-undomiel between the three w's and the dot com. So hopefully it will appear now.
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The Gray Havens
The sun was beginning to set behind the blue sea. The sea it self was calm, and the land it touched was always peaceful. Here there were no worries or cares. For it was a haven from all darkness. There the ocean touched the beach and the beautiful sand that connected both the land and the sea together in a certain harmony of splashes and waves that were both pleasing to the eye and the ear.
There on the beach stood a lone figure looking out towards the ocean. Though he did not come out there to see and be awed by the site. He was relatively old looking but in a sense to this man age meant nothing. He was robed in white that matched both his hair and beard. His ever watchful but gentle blue eyes looked out though they were filled with worry yet that was not all. Somewhere in there small but still present was hope. On his right hand on his fourth finger was a ring. But no ordinary ring it was. It was one of the rings of power. The ring of Fire, Narya. He was the servant of the secret fire, and wielder of the flame of Anor. He was known as Mithandrir to the elves, but to every one of his friends known him as Gandalf The White Wizard.
He never moved from that spot as he smoked his pipe looking towards the east. For sometime he worried about middle earth even if he no longer was a part of it. For he knew of the shadow in Mordor that threatened the people. Somehow he had returned, somehow he was able to take physical form. Now he no longer cared for the One Ring of Power. He was free of it no longer needing it to reach his full power. His spirit endured once again and finally he found his original strength. Only to conquer middle earth with his own strength was his desire. Aragorn the King of Gondor stood alone to face this enemy once again. The elves were gone save for Legolas and Arwen. The dwarfs were scattered and hidden in their caves and mines. Then Gandalf found a small sense of hope, somehow though he felt it Boromir returned.
"So now comes a new chapter in this saga," he said. "Now comes the time where Boromir plays his part in this."
However Gandalf knew of him being tempted by the rings power and evil, and could possibly be tempted by evil again. So he took it upon himself to show Boromir visions of the past and possible future in his dreams. Of the battles of Helms Deep and Minas Tirith. To show him how the strength of men that once defeated evil before, hoping it would give Boromir hope, courage, and strength for this fight. If however he fell into darkness and failed darkness will soon spread from all of Sauron's destruction.
"You know you're breaking the rules of these lands?" A voice called from behind. Gandalf smiled but did not look back for he already knew of Elrond's approach.
"Just bending them for a good cause," he replied taking another puff of his pipe.
"You are not to interfere with middle earth, you know this," Elrond scowled.
"I do not believe I have interfered at all Elrond," Gandalf said smiling a little more. "All I'm doing is guiding Boromir down the right path."
"We are not part of that world," he stated. "You should not carry these cares of doomed men."
"I have walked the lands of Middle Earth, eaten the foods of the land, and befriended many of elf, dwarf, and men alike," Gandalf said more seriously this time. "I believe I owe it to all to do this for Middle Earth. As for the people who dwell there now, they still have strength and a chance you have seen it Elrond. Or has your faith in the strength of men fled that quickly again?"
Elrond turned from the wizard looking back at his past, of the once ranger who found his strength and became King of Gondor.
"Then why do you focus on this failed man?" He finally asked. "The one who broke the fellowship, who jeopardized every one there for his own needs? Why not depend on the king?"
"Everyone has a part to play in this quest and I believe this is Boromir's time," Gandalf replied. "I do not doubt the help of Aragorn, but I believe that only one will truly defeat this evil once and for all."
"I don't understand your ways Gandalf," Elrond said somewhat wearily. "Though I have seen even the smallest of people carry great strength towards evil. However answer me this, what will happen if both fail? And if they do succeed how will they stop the next challenge? You know of whom I speak of. You know that Sauron was once a servant to this greater dark lord. You know he has indeed returned. How will they stop him? Who will stop the shadow of Morgoth the Necromancer?"
It was Gandalfs turn to look weary.
"We have no choice but to try and fight Elrond I do not know of any better answer then that," he finally replied.
"We?!" Elrond snapped. "We play no part in it Gandalf this is Middle Earth's fight not the Haven's. We are safe here and will not be harmed by the fates there."
"Now is your turn to answer my question," Gandalf turned to him looking with a grave expression on his face. "If indeed all you say is true and the world of men and middle earth fall into shadow. What is to stop him from coming here?"
Elrond could not find an answer for the wizard and sighed admitting defeat. He and Gandalf had many debates like this before. Sometimes either party would win unfortunately for Elrond this was not one of those victories.
Gandalf again began to puff at his pipe.
"If you have seen many things in middle earth please tell me," Elrond spoke. "Tell me of my daughter Arwen."
"Your daughter is the same as she has been for the past three thousand years, perhaps though only older and wiser," said the wizard.
"What of her immortality then?" Elrond asked curiously.
"It still remains with her," he said simply.
"How?" he asked. "Surely they've wed by now."
"As I recall you would not give away your daughters hand unless he is to be crowned king and peace will stay and evil destroyed," he answered. "So far Aragorn has kept that promise."
However Gandalf wondered otherwise if the elf-girl's heart would be tested in this, but he pushed those thoughts aside.
They both smiled and finally departed the beach.
Minas Tirith
His breath was heavy and quick from what he had seen.
"It seems I shall never find sleep anywhere again," he muttered to himself.
"You have seen the strength of men Boromir," he heard the distant voice of Gandalf in his mind. "Will your strength match theirs in this fight, or will you become him?"
An image of the Witch King flashed by. Then he heard the wisper of a voice. The same voice he heard from the giant flamed eye of Sauron.
"Boromir," it called. "Boromir, Boromir"
"Boromir!" came another voice but this was not from his dreams.
Startled Boromir turned quickly to see the worried eyes of Arwen. A curious look was on her face.
"My lady!" He finally said. "You caught me off guard, forgive me I did not hear you before."
"Elves often excel at this but you have also startled me," she said soothingly. "It would be foolish of me to ask if you had a nightmare from all the shouts you gave. So I'll ask what was it about?"
"It seems that Gandalf takes pleasure in haunting my dreams of late," he answered. "I saw myself once again trying to take the ring from Frodo. I could not control myself! My mind was clear but my body and mouth I had no control over."
"But that is now in the past," she replied.
"That is what I believed and said to Gandalf whom I saw standing in front of me," he said. "I told him that the ring was destroyed. Yes he said but the evil that created it is still alive and is free of it. Now he is in physical form and is ready to attack the people of middle earth once again."
"How?" she asked.
Boromir had no answer for her so he told the rest of his dream.
"Well as I thought before that Gandalf would not "haunt" your dreams unless it is for a good reason," she said with a smile. "You are to face Sauron and defeat him and free middle earth of his darkness for the rest of time. It almost seems fitting does it not? Frodo was destined to destroy the ring, Aragorn was destined to free middle earth of his armies that once terrorized it, and you my lord are to defeat the dark one himself."
"No," he spoke as if he was already defeated. "I can not. Gandalf has chosen the wrong warrior if I have enough honor left to call my self that. I was tempted by evil before. I could easily be tempted by it again."
He turned to look in her dark eyes.
"I am not Aragorn my lady, nor do I have his strength if anyone has the strength and will to destroy Sauron it is him, not I."
He looked away downwards to the floor.
Arwen put a comforting hand on his back, she also giggled a little too. Boromir looked up to see what in this conversation could make her laugh so. "I agree with you in saying you are not Aragorn. However you do not know how much like him you are," she spoke with a small smile on her pretty face. "He too feared the past as you do now. Aragorn believed that he should not be a part of this fellowship to destroy the ring. Fearing that the blood of Isildur would betray him into taking the ring as you once tried."
"And what council my lady did you give to him?" Boromir asked in a very sad tone.
"That he is Isidur's heir not Isidur himself," she said simply hoping the words would give him new comfort and courage.
"Ah dear lady that is true to Aragorn but not for me," he said sadly again. "For my ancestors were not the ones who tried to take the ring from Frodo but it was I."
Arwen understood him and knew what he spoke of was true.
'Perhaps,' she thought. 'It is time for him to know the whole truth of his revival.'
"Do you know how you were brought back from death," she asked.
"Unfortuneatly I do not but I do believe I do not deserve such a gift as that," he spoke.
"The lake you were in was no ordinary lake," she spoke with a certain mystical voice that made Boromir to look at her. She no longer looked like a beautiful elven girl though she still carried those with her but a wise prophet in a way.
"It was once known as the lake of kings, or to your people as Lake Numenor," she spoke again. "It was blessed by my people who journeyed by it. There it was blessed and made enchanted by the blood of old noble and honorable Numenorien kings now long forgotten. It had certain healing powers. And if the warrior was worthy enough could be brought back to life to face his true destiny. His wounds would absorb the water and his blood would be mixed with the blood of those kings. Allowing longer life then any other on this world. You could very well call yourself immortal and Aragorn's blood brother. Boromir you were once shot by arrows and killed only to be brought back. I believe as well as the lake believed you to be a very worthy warrior and lord to defeat this evil that has returned."
"Perhaps you're right Arwen," he spoke to her finally. "Perhaps this is my true chance to make up for all my past sins."
He finally gave her a smile, which she returned. She came closer to him and gently kissed him on the cheek. To her it was a friendly gesture, for Boromir it was entirely different it would have been his first kiss from any women in his lifetime. He blushed slightly though no one could tell from the darkness. She finally rose and walked over to the balcony over looking the court below where a fountain could be seen and heard as the water it shot out trickeled down into the pool below.
"My lady?" Boromir asked Arwen turned her head back over to Boromir. "Aragorn is truly very lucky to have you. I do not know of any other women on this world whose beauty, grace, wisdom, and kindness could match yours."
It was Arwen's turn to blush. She spoke her thanks and Boromir bowed and bid her good night. He returned to his room his mind on two things, first was his new task that was set before him. The other thing his mind was on was Arwen. He did not return to his bed though. He started to gather his equipment for his journey. He took out his sword from it's sheath and looked at it. Then swung it a few times to get a feel for it again and finally sheathing it again.
In the morning he would set out, his destination Mordor.
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Ok ok so I said the real adventure would start this chapter sorry I guess I lied. Again if u do read this please please please review it. The reviews mean a lot to me and help me to continue and improve upon this story. So until next time guys and girls.