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Reunion
It felt odd.
As if suddenly, the fog had been lifted and all his senses had sharpened ten-fold. But he couldn't place where he was. It seemed he was in some wooded area but the light of the day was reaching him as if he stood in an open field.
And there were noises, whispers, voices on the wind. Yet, he felt no fear of them and it was then he realized where he was, the memories coming back to him. But no anguish was felt as he had thought there would be.
Suddenly, he could hear that one of the voices in particular, was becoming louder and more discernable. It was that of a man. He turned around to see a tall, broad figure approaching. Light hair and piercing blue eyes, but no smile was to be had on him. This figure came and knelt before him and with what was almost a sob, began to speak.
"I could not stop the tides, could not hold them back. My memory of it is still obscured, but the emptiness, the darkness, the fear, the false hope, those I do remember. I heard the call and answered it. But my words were wrong, and they came too late, and I paid the price. I have seen the others in this place, but I have found no peace. I will never find peace. And yet I do seek it..."
At this, the figure stopped his speech of words and began a new one of memory and through another's eyes, the battle of Amon Hen was see, was felt, was relived. All other emotions were jumbled, save one. Fear. Fear at what he had done, fear that he would not reach them in time, fear that he could not protect them, fear of what would become of the others.
Fear for the world.
But none of that mattered now. Solemn blue/gray eyes rose to meet the truest of blue. He felt his hands reach out and bring the kneeling man to him. "I have missed you Boromir," he said, resting his small, curly head on the big man's shoulder. "I have missed you so." Crying, Boromir returned Frodo's embrace at the gates of Mandos.