Chapter 1
Boromir knew that he had loved Gimli from the moment he first saw him clinging to a tree for dear life. He used to sit around the campfire telling the fellowship about the day they fell in love. Sometimes Gimli would get embarrassed and run off into the woods. Boromir would always follow him,
where he would always undoubtedly be clinging to the highest branch on a very old tree.
Shortly after the fellowship arrived in Lorien, Boromir went for an evening stroll under the ancient trees to clear his mind of Galadriel's voice.
"Galadriel's voices is in my head!" he cried, clutching his ears. He soon stopped when he heard a pathetic whimpering sound coming from the trees above. Turning, to investigate the sound, he screamed "Halt! Who goes there?" He saw a large silhouette on one of the highest branches of a tree nearby. Drawing his sword, Boromir demanded that the dark mass descend from the tree, but soon realized his threat was pointless. To use his sword he would have to climb the tree or devise something better.
Picking up the nearest, fist-sized rock, he hurled it with all his might at the shadowed form, which fell to a lower branch but did not reach the ground. "Show yourself," Boromir demanded as he continued to pitch rocks.
The form responded by yelling, "Stop you… Scrounge!"
Taken aback, Boromir asked, "Gimli, is that you?"
"Don't tell the elf," he replied. At this, Boromir laughed and began to climb the tree. "What are you doing?" asked Gimli," stay where you are!" "I'm coming to get you," Boromir said and continued to laugh. Just as Boromir reached the branch just below Gimli and reached for him, Gimli yelled, "No, Boromir, don't!"
In his attempt to stop Boromir, Gimli threw them both off balance and they went tumbling out of the tree. While Gimli had a relatively soft landing on top of Boromir, Boromir himself was sure he had broken a few ribs. "You scoundrel! You nearly killed us both!" At this their eyes met, and Boromir knew… It was love!