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They paddled down the river for days, they couldn't see the enemies, but they could feel them. The trees grew hostile, as if they harboured secret eyes and lurking dangers. And it seems the very heart of Fellowship had grew distant and cold...Often Shay had caught Boromir's eyes wander to Frodo when he thinks no ones looking. And when he caught Shay looking at him, he would look away with shame and sometimes almost anger. And so the weariness wore on...
Than they reached the Argonath, Pillar of the Kings. Two great pillars rose like towers, vast grey figures silent but threatening. Craft and power of time and been wrought upon them, and still they preserved through the suns and rains of forgotten years the might likenesses in which they had been hewn. Upon great pedestals founded in the deep waters stood two great kings of stone: still with blurred eyes and crannied brows they frowned upon the North. The left hand of each was raised palm outwards in gesture of warning; in each right hand there was an axe; upon each head there was a crumbling helm and crown. great power and majesty they still wore, the silent wardens of a long-vanished kingdom.
That afternoon they rested on the banks nearAmon Hen, for the fall of Rauros lies before them, and their boat can carry them no further. Shay had finally gotten out of the boat, with Legolas' help, her legs had fell asleep...
She sat down by a tree contemplating their long road ahead.
"What draws your mind?" she heard Legolas' voice ask.
Shay shook herself out of dreamland and looked into the light blue eyes that now seems to hold a part of her heart, "I don't know. Random things..."
"Do not concern yourself with too much." Legolas said as he sat down by her, his shoulder touching hers.
Shay snort, "Yeah, that's what Lady Galadriel said to me, but I worry, it's me, remember, I always worry."
"Nay, you speak falsely, the Shay I love, is fill with joy and an unspeakable light." Legolas said softly.
Shay turned her head away and looked at her brother who was currently telling a joke to Merry, Pippin and Sam, "that sounds like Elix, he never falls," she sighed than stood up and almost half whispered to herself, "I fear my time is coming."
Legolas stood up with her, catching her hand he asked worridly, "What do you mean?"
Shay just smiled and her gaze drifted, suddenly her whole body became ridgid and her voice came out in a hoarse whisper, "Where's Frodo?"
Legolas, still holding on to her hand looked around, and the others looked up from what they were doing, "I don't know miss Shay, I thought he was still here," said Sam worridly.
"Oh, no." Shay groaned.
"What's wrong?" Elix asked as he stood up and came over.
"Boromir's gone too, and I've seen him eyeing Frodo weirdly." Shay said and with a tug, freed her hand from Legolas and ran into the woods.
She scrambled through the branches and ran around blindly.
She found no one, than she felt the ground trembled beneath her...Orcs...
"Ow damn it!" Shay swore as she took out her sword and went toward the sound.
Within seconds she found herself at Amon hen facing a flood of weirdly looking Orcs, it's like they've evolved, they were taller and definitely bigger than normal Orcs, and on their foreheads, they each worse a big white handprint.
Her inspection was cut short when her gaze caught Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli,they wereright in the middle of the flood.
With a deep breath she flew into the raging battle, slicing and cutting her way through the black sea of armor and body.
Thud! Another Orc fell as she twirled and slammed her sword down on its neck, beheading it neatly. Slice, thud...
Than...a horn, a deep-throated call, the blasts of it smote the hills and echoed in the hollows, rising in a mighty shout above the roaring of the falls.
She heard Aragorn cried, "The horn of Gondor! Boromir is in need!"
Boromir! Shay's mind screamed and with a wide swing she carved a opening and ran toward the loud horn.
A mile, maybe less, Shay saw Boromir kneeling on the ground with the biggest Orc over him. The orc held a large black bow, notched with a black feather arrow, there were three in Boromir already. The orc was preparing to shoot another.
Shay grew angry and with a yell she threw herself at the orc, knocking the bow from his hand, than she immediately shot up from the ground and attacked the orc with her sword.
Shay was angry, but the orc was strong, he blocked most of Shay's attack and rain heavy blows on her, but Shay dug her heels in and deflected the bone shattering slashes. But Shay could increasingly felt her arm grew numb, than finallyher sword was knock from her hand and the impact send her flying backwards smashing against a tree with a nasty loud crack.
She could taste blood in her mouth, the Orc came strolling over, dropping his sword,and with one arm he held Shay up on her neck, Shay clawed desparately at the arm, than suddenly remembering her dagger her hand flew to her side, and whipped out her dagger, with all the strength she could muster she chopped down at the arm. The whole arm was sliced off.
Shay fell down onto the ground and she quickly rolled to her sword and jumping up she ran the sword through the orc, but the orc pulled the sword in. With a shrill cry Shay snatched the sword out and cleaved the head off of the orc.
Throwing down her sword she ran to Boromir who was now lying on the ground, Shay lightly lift up his head. Boromir opened his eyes and strove to speak. At last slow words came, "I tried to take the RIng from Frodo," he said. "I am sorry, I have failed."
"Don't worry Frodo is fine." Shay said, crossing her finger in her mind, she hasn't seen Frodo yet, but she pray to Valar what she said is true.
Just than Aragorn came over, and he took Boromir's weight off of Shay, with a plop Shay sat back on the groun with closed eyes, trying to block out the death that's happening right in front of her.
Than suddenly she was pulled into someone's arms, she opened her eyes and saw the familiar pair of blue eyes staring at her, she managed a weak smile to reassure Legolas, even though she was dying inside. First Gandalf, now Boromir, why?
Legolas was not reassured, "It's all right, cry, if it makes you feel better."
Shay shook her head, her tears had long been gone, she doesn't have anymore left, all that's left is a sense of despair and grief.
"Thus passes the heir of Denethor, Lord of the Tower of Guard!" Aragorn said as he stood up.
"We can't leave him like this, we must bury him." Elix spoke up, he had followed Gimli and Legolas in, and is now standing to the side, his face had lost its usually merriment.
"Aye, I agree with the lad." Gimli said leaning on his axe.
"We don't have time, we shall lay him in a boat with his weapons, and send him to the Falls of Rauros and give him to Anduin. The River of Gondor will take care at least that no evil creature dishonours his bones." Aragorn said.
"Frodo's gone. He took the boat, shall we follow him?" Elix asked after the burial.
"If we hurry, we may be able to catch them." Legolas said.
Aragorn shook his head.
"Than the Fellowship has failed." Gimli said morbidly.
Aragorn looked up and said, "Not if we stand true to each other, Frodo's way is out of our hand, but we will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torture and pain."
"So...we follow them." Shay said as she gaze at the swift current that drove Boromir over the edge of the Fall.
"Leave everything behind, take only what you need, we're traveling light," Aragorn said, "Let's hunt some orcs."