Disclaimer: I kind of own Brebeth, but the language of her name and the idea of her being a Vala both belong to Tolkien. Other than that, I own nothing. (sob)
Chapter 2: He's Back
He could see it. The shores of Middle Earth. Boromir took a nose dive right through a pier. He didn't care, though. He couldn't feel a thing. His spirit hit the ground and he made motions to kiss it, but then remembered he didn't have any lips to kiss it with.
"Aah!" he heard a half scream, half squeal of delight from overhead. Boromir didn't need to turn. He could see the shining form of Brebeth sailing through the sky. She was obviously smiling. Instants later, she plummeted through him and hit the earth, attracting the gaze of every elf in the havens.
"Hi," she said. The elves turned away for the most part, but a few of them remained staring. "Ennorath," she hollered, dancing around in circles. Just as Boromir was about to tell her to calm down, they were no longer at the havens. It took Boromir a moment to realize where he was. It was dark, Boromir could sense this, but it didn't hinder his perception of the place in the least. Recognition dawned on him.
"Moria!" he exclaimed. He was standing, or floating, as would be the more appropriate term, in the gap between both sides of the bridge.
"Khazad-dum, actually," Brebeth chuckled, her voice coming down from the ceiling. "I prefer to call things by their proper name. The dwarves created this place, so I figure I ought to use the Dwarven title. We're here because I could tell you were uncomfortable dealing with my antics in front of the elves, who could, of course, see you, but not recognize you. 'Why here?' you ask. Oh, first place I thought of."
"This is where Gandalf died," Boromir observed.
"Died?" Brebeth laughed.
"It's easy for you to laugh at death," Boromir scoffed, "you've never endured it."
"This is not where Gandalf died," she hollered. Suddenly they were on a high mountain. "He died here, but not for long."
"What?" Boromir shrieked before Brebeth could explain.
"He's back!" she laughed, smiling mischievously. Boromir was tempted to disbelieve her, but couldn't bear to. If he had a body, he would have jumped twelve feet in the air for sheer joy.
"What has happened to Frodo and the others?" he demanded. As quick as a wink, they were over the Anduin River: the Falls of Rauros, to be more precise.
"Frodo and Sam, closely followed by Gollum, are over there. Pippin and Merry are with the Uruk-Hai and are being followed by the other three." As Brebeth pointed them out, their faces appeared in a large form over their locations. "Gandalf is in Fangorn Forest."
"What can I do?" Boromir asked.
"Well, you can go anywhere you want to. You can see anything. You don't need me to move for you. You can go to Mordor, Lothlorien, Erebor, the Shire, or home."
"Home?" Boromir echoed. It seemed like eternity since he had been to Minas Tirith. "Will they be able to see me, to hear me?" Brebeth shook her head.
"Only within their dreams can mortals hear you, but they can see and hear me any time I wish." Boromir felt a surge of jealousy.
"I want to see Frodo and talk to him."
"Focus on him." Boromir did. Seconds later, Frodo had fallen into the river.
"Boromir, you were supposed to focus on going to Frodo, not bringing him to you," Brebeth scolded between laughs. "Still, it's not bad for a first attempt." Brebeth dove into the river and retrieved a sopping wet Hobbit. "What do you want me to do with him now?"
"Who are you? Where am I? Where's Sam?" Frodo screamed, squirming wildly in Brebeth's grasp.
"Put him back with Sam," Boromir said.
"Sam's fighting with Gollum right now. Are you sure you want me to do that?"
"What?" shrieked Frodo and Boromir so loudly that Brebeth dropped Frodo, making him scream, but caught him with her feet.
"He attacked while Sam was searching for Frodo."
"Well, make him stop."
"I can't do that," objected Brebeth. "He has free will, which I can't interfere with, unfortunately," she growled the last words, glaring in the western direction.
"Sam's got him roped," Boromir shouted. Instantly Frodo was gone.
"I did that, not you," Brebeth said, sensing Boromir's mounting pride at the feat he thought he had achieved.
"Can you make them all go to sleep?"
"Yes," she yawned as if this task could be likened to asking a grown man to recite the alphabet. Instantly, Frodo, Sam, and Gollum were all asleep. "Enter his mind." Boromir dived in without a moment of hesitation. In an instant, he had entered Frodo's mind.
"Frodo, it is I, Boromir. I am . . . dead." He felt a wave of shock from deep in the Hobbit's heart. "It's all right," he whispered, as if talking to a frightened horse. "The others are fine and Gandalf is back. He's in Fangorn Forest. Anyway, I'm going to be looking after you. Due to some ridiculous law of the Valar - oh, excuse me," he declared as the image of a Nazgul ran into him and he realized he was in his physical form again. He was then interrupted by a cry of 'find the Halflings' from an Uruk-Hai. "Frodo, are you listening to me?" he shouted.
"Yes, Boromir," came the reply, echoing loudly. "Please continue."
"Anyway, you can only see and hear me in your dreams where, apparently, I get my body back," he shouted, jumping for joy. "I now have an annoying Vala companion who . . ."
"Excuse me," Brebeth objected. "I believe Frodo is quite grateful I saved him from your blunder over the Falls of Rauros." She strode over to Boromir and pushed him down.
"Don't hurt him!" Frodo cried.
"Thank you!" yelled Boromir.
"I can't hurt him. He's dead!" Brebeth laughed, indignantly. "Besides, he deserved that, running away from Mandos, dropping you in the river . . . what else . . ." she was trying to scold, but kept smiling and laughing. "Well, Frodo, you'll be seeing a lot of me, so we'll let you rest now." They were gone.