Name: Boromir's Thoughts (Thoughts of a Fallen Warrior part 2)
By: Stridergal
Series: See above
Rating: PG for character death
Dedication: To Cassia and Sio and to Chloe for inspiring me and for telling me to try writing. I love you guys and your stories!!!
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Boromir's Thoughts
As I lay here dying, sadness runs through me. A longing to once again see the White Towers of Minas Tirith. I wish I had had a chance to see my father before I leave this world. My father is a stubborn man and I know he will not bow to Strider thinking he is only a ranger of the North, not a true heir to the throne. It will take much to make him back down but I know Strider and he will convince him.
It angers me that I was so weak as to succumb to the call of the Ring. I am a son of Gondor, a man of strength. It hurts that I will never see my brother again. I feel sorry for my brother and I know my father will not be kind to him.
I can hear Strider talking to me and in my own way I tell him I know he will be a good king. Strange, in the time I have known him, he seems like a story my father once told me. My father and a man, Thorongil, a captain of Gondor were rivals and Strider reminds me of him. When I tell him he was my captain, his face changes. If he was Thorongil, it seems ironic that the son of his rival should be his friend and comrade. He is crying and I don't know why. I will miss him and Arwen. I saw her once while we were at Rivendell and she was a perfect one for him.
I can hear a call from somewhere. It is unlike the call of the Ring, which is seductive and evil. I resist at first, thinking perhaps it is the one other call I have heard and answered to.
This is a soft call, one easily ignored and yet compelling. It is pure and unlike anything I have ever heard. I have heard once that all elves, though they die by being killed, if they are not, they go to a place called Valinor. It is said to be a place of wonder, where the Illuvatar reigns. But I have also heard that you get there by the Grey Havens and humans, in elvish, fiers, cannot get there at all. But I have always hoped. Why do people say death is peaceful? It is frightening for a while and then peace envelopes you.
I will miss my friends and my family and it hurts that I will have to leave them. But there is no going back and in the words of Gandalf, "We must do what we can with the time that is given to us."
