One day, we reached the end of the River, the falls of Rauros at a place Aragorn called Amon Hen. It was a beautiful place, yet somewhat mysteriously disturbing. I helped Sam unpack and begin a light meal, while Aragorn and Legolas discussed what their next move should be. Pippin and Merry were listening patiently to Gimli's grumbling, and Frodo had wandered off somewhere. Boromir was checking the supplies.

Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli began arguing about their next move, with Pippin and Merry and occasionally Sam jumping in with their opinions. I listened quietly to them, not yet well enough versed in the geography and cultures of Middle Earth to offer my own two bits.

Gradually, we realized that Boromir was missing, and though none of the men seemed overly concerned at his disappearance, I was worried. Even though I'd only known him in person, he didn't seem like the kind of guy who would just wander off without telling anyone where he was going, or even that he was leaving.

Shortly Boromir reappeared. He looked very sorrowful, and it was obvious something was troubling him. "Where have you been, Boromir?" Aragorn asked. "Have you seen Frodo?"

Slowly, Boromir told us that yes he had seen Frodo. He told us that he had argued with Frodo, and that Frodo had suddenly disappeared, and that Boromir assumed he must have put the Ring on. Every one seemed to fall into a panic, with Legolas & Gimli racing in one direction, and Merry and Pippin in another, and Sam not seeming to know what to do or what do. Everyone but Aragorn, who as calmly as can be expected under the circumstances instructed Boromir to go after Merry and Pippin, and keep an eye on them, and Sam to follow him. He didn't give me any instructions, so I followed Boromir.

As Boromir ran after the hobbits, with me trying to keep up with his quick pace, he instructed me to stay hidden and away from any danger. Then we saw Merry and Pippin, who appeared to be running from a group of orcs. He stopped and turned to face me. "Don't let them get you," he told me tersely, and then rushed into the clearing, his sword flashing in the sunlight.

He fought ferociously for the hobbits, as any warrior would do. He killed many orcs, before he was hit by one of their dreadful arrows. I inhaled in horror, frozen behind the bushes I had hidden in.

"No!" I wanted to scream, but it was as if my voice had been frozen inside me as well. My breath caught in a sob, but then he rose, stabbing yet another orc. Multiple arrows pierced him, and each time he rose once again to protect his charges, till he could rise no more. He collapsed to the ground, hardly breathing.

Then I melted. I ran into the clearing, sobbing his name, tears streaming down my cheeks. I hovered over Boromir, hot tears scalding my cheeks. No! My mind screamed, it's not supposed to happen this way!

"Don't die," I whispered, "Please. I need you! I love you…" my voice broke as my vision blurred from my tears.

His pain-filled eyes cleared momentarily, and he agonizingly, excruciatingly, reached up, brushing my lips with his bloodstained fingers. He appeared to be trying to say something, but he couldn't form any words. Despair filled his eyes, and my heart. "I love you," I breathed softly, and a wan smile stretched across his lips; then his hand collapsed limply back to the ground, and he stared past me into empty space.

Tears clouded my vision, and as I tried to blink them away, I heard Merry and Pippin screaming. I turned, and I saw them being carried away by the Uruks. Then, the leering face of one of the Uruks filled my face.

I heard Boromir's voice fill my head, "Don't let them get you." A fierce fury burned in my chest, and I reached behind for his sword. The Uruk reached for me, and I swung upwards and out as hard as I could, slicing into his stomach. Shock, then anger filled his face as he saw the damage I had done, and he bellowed in anger and pain as he collapsed to the ground.

His companions looked at him as he heard his shriek, anger filling their faces when they saw what I had done, and they started towards me. I knew what they would do if they got me. I would never let that happen while I still lived.

I stole one last quick glance at Boromir. Then I turned Boromir's sword to my chest, and bending over it, collapsed all of my weight onto it.