Boromir, Thou Shall Live
By Priscilla Stafford
Author's Note: Wow, this is the quickest update I've ever done! I'm very pleased to know that many reviewers liked my Eomer/Eowyn relationship and my descriptions of Lavlaisi/Boromir. Oh, you guys are so wonderful, you make my writing this story soooo much fun! Thanks a ton!
A few reviewers pointed out a mistake I made in the previous chapter. Twice I have Eomer finding out that Lavlaisi is from Gondor, both times acting as if it were the first time he had heard of it. I fixed it so that the 'first' time Eomer hears that Lavlaisi is from Gondor is changed. Please reread to find out how I changed it. Thanks so much for pointing the mistake out and also for being so patient with me.
The title of this chapter is called "Three Captain" because I tell it from three points of views from three 'captains'. One is a captain who must lead his men, another a captain who is far from home but must decide on a course of action, and another man who isn't really a captain but must lead men in a desperate battle.
Special thanks to everyone at the bottom of the chapter!
Well, I know just how much everyone's been looking forward to finding out what happens to dear Haldir. So here's chapter sixteen! Whatever I've decided to do with Haldir, I hope you all like it!
Chapter Sixteen: Three Captains
Too many of them. Haldir tried to make his way towards the stairs leading down into the Deep but was overwhelmed by the odds. Too many Uruk-Hais.
The crescent moon charm hanging around his neck seemed to burn with a certain urgency. Haldir saw an image of Isilme flash before his eyes. He burned the image of her into his mind, never wanting to let go of her. He wouldn't, couldn't die without seeing her one more time.
A steely resolve settled upon his mind. He gripped his sword and settled into a comfortable fight stance. There were now eight Uruk-Hais on his side of the wall; four in his immediate range, two in front and another two closing in from behind. All of them looking at him with cruel smiles upon their deformed lips. They believed that it was all finished for him.
Well, they were in for a fight they would never forget. The thought made Haldir smile slightly. The smile unnerved his foes and Haldir used it to his advantage.
He took a step forward keeping his left foot firmly planted where it was. Extending his right arm he pierced through the weak armor links of an Uruk- Hai with his sword, killing him instantly. He pulled the weapon out quickly and using the momentum, still his other foot unmoved, stepped backwards to drive his sword into another behind him.
Pulling the sword out he turned to the other Uruk-Hai behind him. He ducked a blow aimed for his head and body slammed the orc goblin. The assailant tripped and fell and Haldir swung around with his sword outstretched, slicing off the head of another Uruk-Hai. Before the previous orc goblin could get up from the floor, Haldir sliced off its head, too.
Four were down, a few more to go. He clashed swords with a huge Uruk-Hai. Being the more graceful and flexible fighter, Haldir avoided any of the stronger blows and seeing an opening gave a deadly thrust into the opponent's mid section.
Haldir felt a blow across his back and was pushed forward onto the ground. Thankful for the armor he wore, Haldir flipped onto his back and kicked upward, stopping the Uruk-Hai from slicing down. With another well placed kick at the attacker's knee, Haldir forced the other to his knees. The Elf nimbly got to his feet and killed the Uruk-Hai with a deadly slash to the neck.
As he turned to face the remaining Uruk-Hai, out of the corner of his eye he could see the raised weapon. But try as he might, he could not react fast enough to deflect it. In horror, Haldir realized that he was going to be hit.
The weapon struck Haldir right underneath his chest plate to slice deep into his side. The pain almost made Haldir pass out right then and there. A wave of nausea made the Elf close his eyes and gasp for breath. No, he couldn't end it like this, not like this.
Snapping his eyes open, through sheer will power he was able to raise his sword and forcefully deflect a blow aimed for his head. He finished the Uruk-Hai off and once again struggled to breathe. Never had it been so difficult to force air in and out, in and out...
Haldir cautiously looked down at the wound and saw that it was bleeding freely. The sight of the blood made him freeze. He remained standing, determined not to fall. Then abruptly, Haldir recollected that he had only slain seven of the enemy, there had been eight.
Haldir with sudden clarity knew that there was one more Uruk-Hai and with his sharp hearing detected the clank of the armor just behind him.
But another wave of pain erupted through his body and the thought of even moving was an impossibility. Try as he might he couldn't move and he knew that this was indeed the end.
Time passed incredibly slow as he waited. Just waited. The sounds of the battle raging on all sides strangely dimmed as he had only one thought in his mind. He raised his gaze upward and whispered, "Isilme, forgive me..." Haldir slowly drew in a breath, what he knew was his last breath and waited...
Suddenly, through the unearthly quiet, Haldir heard something whistling through the air. A flash of something flew in the very corner of his vision to a point somewhere behind him. He heard a strangled growl behind him and the sound of something hitting the ground.
Haldir realized that he was still holding his breath. Slowly, as if hardly believing he was actually still alive, breathed out. He breathed in and out, in and out...
He was still alive! He fell to his knees for suddenly he felt too weak to stand. Against his will he felt tears run down his cheeks. 'Dear Isilme, I may still see you yet once more...'
His mind still unbelieving of what had happened, pressing his hand onto his injury to hold off the pain somewhat, he turned to look at the body of the Uruk-Hai who would have taken his life. A slim throwing dagger lay embedded in the neck of the dead Uruk-Hai.
The dagger, Haldir vaguely remembered having seen it before. The dagger, it had been a present he himself had given someone. The someone being... but why would the dagger be here now?
"Haldir!"
Hearing his name, Haldir looked towards the stairs, at the top standing the owner of the dagger. Surprise kept Haldir from saying anything as Rumil ran towards him.
"Come Haldir, we cannot stay here," Rumil said with urgency as he helped Haldir to his feet. Though Haldir could get to his feet, he leaned heavily on his brother while pressing his arm tightly across his wound.
The surprise from seeing his brother finally faded and Haldir could speak. "Rumil! What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in Lorien!"
"This is no time to explain everything, brother," Rumil said with a smile. "Come, we must get to safety."
Haldir looked out over the Deep to catch sight of Aragorn, remembering that the Ranger had been attempting to reach him. He saw the Ranger still fighting the overwhelming horde of Uruk-Hai. By chance, Aragorn looked up at the exact moment to meet eyes with Haldir.
The Elf signaled for Aragorn to retreat and thankfully, Aragorn nodded in understanding and began backing up towards the Hornburg stairs.
By this time, Rumil had aided Haldir to the bottom of the stairs. But Haldir knew that it would be an impossibility for them to reach the Hornburg for already the Uruk-Hai were taking over much ground in the Deep. "Rumil, I'm afraid you have saved my life in vain. We will never make it to the Burg with my injury. You must leave me."
"Must I always be the smart one?" Rumil said with a chuckle. "Look around you."
Haldir did as he was told and saw with his astonishment that the remaining Elves of Lothlorien had gathered around the two brothers, fighting off any approaching Uruk-Hais.
"You know more than anyone Haldir that your army would never abandon their captain," Rumil said with sincerity. "And I do only what you would do for me."
Never had anything touched Haldir more deeply than the act of loyalty from the Elves of Lorien. He felt a stirring in his heart that he understood to be both a sense of pride and humility. Strangely enough, Haldir felt a renewed strength flowing through him.
He shook off Rumil's arm across his shoulders and held himself upright. There seemed to be a brief respite in the battle for all of the Elves looked to him waiting for his command. Taking in the situation, Haldir saw that their only chance would be to fight their way to the caves. From years of leading his soldiers, he signaled to them what his plan was. Wordlessly, the Elves understood and acknowledged his command.
Together, fighting with the graceful fighting skills of the Elves, they fought their way to the caves, led by Haldir of Lorien.
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Boromir watched as Eomer rode towards Gandalf and Erkenbrand. Eomer jumped out of the saddle even before his horse had gone to a full stop and clasped hands with Erkenbrand in a friendly manner. Boromir himself only rode up close enough to hear what was being said but far enough not to draw attention. Boromir could trust his true identity with Gandalf, but wanted to wait till they were alone before he revealed himself.
"Erkenbrand! I would never have thought to see you here! I would have thought that you still held the defense at the Isen." Eomer explained, still astonished to have met up with the other man.
Erkenbrand replied gravely, "Alas, things had gone ill for us at the Isen. But in truth, I would not be here with all of my men at all if it hadn't been for Gandalf here."
"Which brings me to another question," Eomer said, this time to Gandalf. "How came you to be alive? For I have heard that you had fallen."
The wizard smiled kindly down from astride Shadowfax. "Yes, I had fallen, Eomer son of Eomund. As Gandalf the Grey I fell, and I come here before you as Gandalf the White."
Eomer looked on, stunned by the wizard's words. "Gandalf the White? I profess that I do not make it my business to meddle in the affair of wizards, yet this is a tale I wish to hear."
Gandalf chuckled. "Your curiosity must be satisfied another day, young Eomer, for time is pressing us."
"That is twice in one day that someone has remarked of my curiosity." Boromir smiled as Eomer turned to glance at him. Eomer returned his gaze to Gandalf and Erkenbrand. "But lo and behold, I see that you travel away from Isengard. To where are you journeying?"
Boromir grimaced slightly, knowing that Eomer's question meant that he still doubted whether Boromir as Lavlaisi had spoken the truth. He quickly shrugged off any disappointment of Eomer's lack of trust, for why would the man of Rohan trust the word of a total stranger?
Gandalf was the one who answered Eomer. "I know of your banishment Eomer, but hear me now and believe that you are no longer banished from Rohan. Indeed, your king is in much need of our aide as Saruman has launched an attack upon Helm's Deep where Theoden holds the defense with the few men he has."
"But last I saw of Theoden..."
"Last you saw of King Theoden, he was still ensnared by the poisoned words of Grima Wormtongue. But I have healed him from all lies. Neither Wormtongue nor Saruman have any hold upon your king any longer."
Boromir saw Eomer slightly relax with relief. "Then Lavlaisi has indeed spoken the truth."
As Eomer turned to face Boromir once more, the man of Gondor tried to escape unnoticed but stopped when he heard Gandalf speak. "Lavlaisi?"
He knew he couldn't get away without looking suspicious so he approached the three men and nodded his head. "Are you satisfied now that I speak truth, Eomer?"
"Indeed, Lord Lavlaisi. But I trust that you still continue with us to Helm's Deep," Eomer continued. "I would be honored if you would."
He couldn't help but hesitate. Boromir without thought looked away to face the eastern skyline. He had been so long from home and Gondor called to him. His brother, his father, they called to him.
Yet... he could not leave. Not yet.
Facing Eomer, Boromir nodded. "I am the one who would be honored to accompany you."
"Then it is decided," Erkenbrand spoke for the first time since Boromir had entered the conversation. "Eomer, how do you plan we proceed." As Erkenbrand and Eomer discussed how they would travel together, Gandalf brought his horse to go alongside Boromir.
Boromir did not know what to say so instead waited for Gandalf to be the first to speak. But Gandalf didn't say anything and kept staring at him with a thoughtful look on his face. Had he guessed who he truly was?
Just as Boromir was about to break the silence, Gandalf spoke, his tone no more than a whisper. "Lavlaisi, an Elvish name. An interesting translation, 'given new life'. But an appropriate one, considering that Galadriel chose the name for you."
Gandalf had known the whole time! Boromir smile and brought his hand up to push the hood back slightly, just enough so he knew the wizard could see his face. "Well met, Gandalf. I should have known that you would figure out who I was."
"Nothing much escapes the notice of an old man such as myself," Gandalf said with a chuckle. "But it does my heart good to see you here. Even more pleased I am to see that you have brought the good Eomer with you. I was wondering if I had to go in search of him myself after this was all over. But you have saved me a lot of wasted time. I thank you."
Boromir looked down at his hands and spoke confidentially. For if there was one person whom he could trust, it would be Gandalf. "I... am wondering if I am doing the right thing."
Raising an eyebrow in a questioning way, Gandalf asked, "What do you mean?"
"You know as much as I do that fate has played a cruel trick upon me," Boromir said with a humorless smile upon his lips. "I have so long believed that my place is with my people, with my country. Gondor was what tempted me to..." He paused, trying to find the right words. "But it is not only Gondor who is in danger of falling into Sauron's grasp. It is the whole of Middle Earth. Yet here I am, caught in the middle. Rohan, or Gondor? If either falls, much will be lost and the tide will be turned against us."
"And you feel that because you have chosen to aide Rohan, you are turning your back to your own homeland."
Boromir could only shrug for he himself did not know the answer.
Gandalf sighed. "These are very confusing times. Choices will have to be made, sacrifices will have to be made. No one can really say if each choice or sacrifice was the right one to make, least of all the person who had to decide. But once that decision is made, you must find peace with it. Move on, Lavlaisi. Do not concentrate on what could be done if you had done something else, or if you were somewhere else. Concentrate what you can do at this moment, at this time. It is a much more positive way of thinking, and much better for the heart."
The man of Gondor closed his eyes, soaking in what Gandalf had said. Be at peace. Three words, so difficult to do. Yet he must do it and move on. Sure enough, slowly and surely, Boromir let go of his frustrations. Not all of it, but most of it.
When he opened his eyes, he found that Gandalf was looking at him with a pleased expression. "You have matured much since I first met you. More important, you are healing since I last saw you."
And to his surprise, Boromir realized that the maia was indeed correct. He smiled. Maybe there was hope for himself yet.
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When Aragorn finally reached the top of the stairs from below in the Deep, he found Legolas waiting for him. As soon as he passed through the gates, the Elf swiftly closed the door behind him.
"Things go ill, my friend," Aragorn said, wiping the sweat from his brow with his arm.
"Ill enough," said Legolas. He smiled then. "But not yet hopeless, while we have you with us. But alas, I am sad at heart knowing that Gimli is not here with us."
"He did not make it into the Burg?"
"Nay, the last I saw him he was fighting on the ground behind the wall, but the enemy swept us apart."
Perceiving that indeed his friend looked sad because of the news, Aragorn strove to reassure the Elf. "He is stout and strong. Let us hope that he will escape back to the caves. I know that many of the Lothlorien Elves, too have fought their way to the caves. There they would be safe for a while. Safer than we. Such a refuge would be to the liking of a dwarf though much to the dislike for your kinsmen."
Aragorn saw that Legolas appeared heartened with his words. They parted ways without another word, Legolas to seek some more arrows and Aragorn to seek audience with the king.
The ranger strode through the inner court, and mounted to a high chamber in the tower. There stood King Theoden, dark against a narrow window looking out upon the vale. He turned, hearing Aragorn approach.
"What news, Aragorn?"
Aragorn bowed before speaking. "The Deeping Wall is taken, lord, and all the defense swept away. But many have escaped either into the Hornburg or into the caves."
"Good provision, it is said to have in the caves. And the air is wholesome there because of the outlets through fissures in the rock far above. None can force and entrance against determined men. They may hold out long." Theoden turned once more to look out the window.
The king continued to speak after some moments. "I fret in this prison. If I could have set a spear in rest, riding before my men upon the field, maybe I could have felt again the joy of battle, and so ended. But I serve little purpose here."
Aragorn sensed the defeat in the king's voice. But he couldn't let the king give up now, not now. Softly he said, "Here at least you are guarded in the strongest fastness of the Mark. More hope we have to defend you in the Hornburg than in Edoras, or even at Dunharrow in the mountains."
Theoden laughed without humor. "It is said that the Hornburg has never fallen to assault. But now my heart is doubtful. The world changes, and all that once strong now proves unsure. How shall any tower withstand such numbers and such reckless hate?"
"The end is nowhere near at hand, you must believe that!" Aragorn said with fervency. He feared that the king was even now losing hope, now when they needed the king to rally his men.
"The end will not be long," Theoden said with a sigh. Then suddenly, a fire lit within his eyes and Aragorn saw truly who the king was. Theoden straightened and seemed to grow slightly in height, his chin lifted higher with defiance. "But I will not end here, taken like an old badger in a trap. Snowmane and Hasufel and the horses of my guard are in the inner court. When dawn comes, I will bid men sound Helm's horn, and I will ride forth."
The king turned to look into Aragorn's eyes. "Will you ride with me then, son of Arathorn?" he asked. "Maybe we shall cleave a road, or make such an end as will be worth a song, if any be left to sing of us hereafter."
Moved by the words of the king, Aragorn said, "I will ride with you."
King Theoden smiled and turned again to continue looking out the window, giving Aragorn leave to go.
Aragorn returned to the walls and saw Legolas helping the men of Rohan cut down a grappling hook which had been thrown over the parapet. Once more looking towards the sky, Aragorn saw that just maybe, they would be able to see the light of dawn.
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Author's Note: So, are you happy that Haldir is alive? I sure hope so! But now you're wondering, what in the world is Rumil doing in Helm's Deep? Well, all your questions will be answered in the next chapter, plus another surprise!
Special thanks to:
*Diadora* ~ Hello my faithful friend! So, are you glad that Haldir is alive for the remainder of my story? I hope so!
*Maria* ~ Hewo! Sorry for tricking you into thinking that Haldir dies! Hee hee! Don't worry, the number one reason I'm writing this story is to continue making Boromir VERY cool! *wink!* I hope the amount of action in the chapter pleases you, some more action coming up in the next update. P.S. Faramir IS pretty cool! Come on, admit it! *wink*!
*Daisy Brambleburr* ~ I'm really glad that you liked the Eomer and Eowyn relationship I wrote in the previous chapter. In the books and movies they never really delve into that relationship which is a shame. And I do so wanted to give an Eowyn description from the point of view of someone who has known her from before and after trouble came to Rohan (only Eomer, obviously). I hope you like this new chapter!
*leafgirl* ~ Thank you so much for pointing out the mistake I made of Boromir having to confirm twice to Eomer that he's from Gondor. I hope the changes I made are satisfactory. I also changed the little 'tidbit' you told me about many names being Elvish. You are very correct, Lavlaisi is indeed Quenya! I knew that most Elvish spoken in the LOTR are in Sindarin, but I knew that many names (like Elendil) are in fact Quenya, which I read is a sort of 'Elven-latin'. Knowing Galadriel, I knew she would know both Quenya and Sindarin. Yay, I'm so pleased that you like how I described the 'differences' between Lavlaisi and Boromir! It was so VERY hard to write as you can quite imagine but after writing I felt that maybe I got it down correctly. Yes, there will be a Boromir/Frodo scene but it would probably be very near the end of the story. I have an idea how I'm going to write it, hopefully it's gonna come out very touching and emotional. The Eowyn/Eomer relationship was kind of fun and interesting to write. In the books I had a feeling that there was more to Eowyn than meets the eye. And I knew the best way to explain more about her character was through the eyes of her own brother, whom I'm sure could see the differences in her the best (though it took a while for him to really understand it.) Anyway, I'm really glad you're enjoying my story (I hope?) and looking forward to any more suggestions you might have! Thanks for your support!
*~C~* ~ Ooooh, Kiefer Sutherland dies? Boo hoo! Ahem... anyway, I got to see the first three episodes of "24"'s first season. Pretty good, it needs more Kiefer in my opinion though! The reunion between Boromir and the 'three guys' should be interesting, though I haven't decided for certain when it'll take place.
*mIsUnDeRsToOdGnOmE* ~ Thanks so much for reviewing! Thanks for such a great compliment! The greatest compliment an author can get is when someone says that his/her story is original. Thanks so much!
*you-know-who* ~ Thanks for reviewing yet once again! Was surprised but glad you liked the Eomer and Eowyn relationship.
*Aelimir* ~ Wow, another long review yet again from the great Aelimir! Thanks so much! No, Boromir doesn't think Gandalf is dead since they did meet in Lothlorien. But as I mentioned in this chapter, Eomer is the one believes Gandalf is dead because of what her heard from Aragorn. I haven't actually read "Seabiscuit", I only watched the movie. VERY good! Did you know that in the movie "Black Beauty", Sean Bean stars in it? He has a great part in it though there should be more of him. *wink*! You've ridden a Thoroughbred before? That is too, too cool! Oh, I really hope your dream comes true to become a breeder! I'll remember your offer to let me ride your thoroughbreds! *wink*! Thanks for telling me about the mistake I made about repeating that Lavlaisi's from Gondor. I changed the part as soon as I could. Well, Haldir's NOT dead! I hope you're happy with that decision! I didn't want to have Isilme die of a broken heart (which would definitely happen if she had heard of his death! She loved him too much!). Anyway, thanks again for reviewing! I hope you liked this chapter!
*Boromir Defender* ~ Oh, so sorry about the cliffhanger! I tried to finish the chapter as quickly as possible so you wouldn't suffer. *smiles*! I'm glad you liked the Eomer flashback of Eowyn. It was an interesting part to write I must admit. You finally find out what I've decided for Haldir! So, are you happy that he's still alive?
*Alex92* ~ Here's more Boromir for you! I hope the interaction between Gandalf and Boromir is up to your expectations! Of course Gandalf knows immediately who 'Lavlaisi' is, he's a wizard! *wink*!
*Spry Sprite* ~ I hope you like this new chapter, Haldir's alive! Yay! Well, whatever you do with your story, please know that you have my full support! Your story is SOO much fun to read and Stevie and Harper are total riots! Plus, the whole 'meepage' is so cute! One suggestion, maybe if you develop the romance a bit more, the story might come out better. Well, not TOO much romance if you know what I mean... continue all the crazy and funny stuff the four girls do! Update soon, looking forward to reading more!
*Melodist* ~ Thanks for taking the time to even write me a review! But please, don't be late for work on my account! *wink*! Anyway, I'm glad you liked the previous chapter, I hope this one is as enjoyable to read!
By Priscilla Stafford
Author's Note: Wow, this is the quickest update I've ever done! I'm very pleased to know that many reviewers liked my Eomer/Eowyn relationship and my descriptions of Lavlaisi/Boromir. Oh, you guys are so wonderful, you make my writing this story soooo much fun! Thanks a ton!
A few reviewers pointed out a mistake I made in the previous chapter. Twice I have Eomer finding out that Lavlaisi is from Gondor, both times acting as if it were the first time he had heard of it. I fixed it so that the 'first' time Eomer hears that Lavlaisi is from Gondor is changed. Please reread to find out how I changed it. Thanks so much for pointing the mistake out and also for being so patient with me.
The title of this chapter is called "Three Captain" because I tell it from three points of views from three 'captains'. One is a captain who must lead his men, another a captain who is far from home but must decide on a course of action, and another man who isn't really a captain but must lead men in a desperate battle.
Special thanks to everyone at the bottom of the chapter!
Well, I know just how much everyone's been looking forward to finding out what happens to dear Haldir. So here's chapter sixteen! Whatever I've decided to do with Haldir, I hope you all like it!
Chapter Sixteen: Three Captains
Too many of them. Haldir tried to make his way towards the stairs leading down into the Deep but was overwhelmed by the odds. Too many Uruk-Hais.
The crescent moon charm hanging around his neck seemed to burn with a certain urgency. Haldir saw an image of Isilme flash before his eyes. He burned the image of her into his mind, never wanting to let go of her. He wouldn't, couldn't die without seeing her one more time.
A steely resolve settled upon his mind. He gripped his sword and settled into a comfortable fight stance. There were now eight Uruk-Hais on his side of the wall; four in his immediate range, two in front and another two closing in from behind. All of them looking at him with cruel smiles upon their deformed lips. They believed that it was all finished for him.
Well, they were in for a fight they would never forget. The thought made Haldir smile slightly. The smile unnerved his foes and Haldir used it to his advantage.
He took a step forward keeping his left foot firmly planted where it was. Extending his right arm he pierced through the weak armor links of an Uruk- Hai with his sword, killing him instantly. He pulled the weapon out quickly and using the momentum, still his other foot unmoved, stepped backwards to drive his sword into another behind him.
Pulling the sword out he turned to the other Uruk-Hai behind him. He ducked a blow aimed for his head and body slammed the orc goblin. The assailant tripped and fell and Haldir swung around with his sword outstretched, slicing off the head of another Uruk-Hai. Before the previous orc goblin could get up from the floor, Haldir sliced off its head, too.
Four were down, a few more to go. He clashed swords with a huge Uruk-Hai. Being the more graceful and flexible fighter, Haldir avoided any of the stronger blows and seeing an opening gave a deadly thrust into the opponent's mid section.
Haldir felt a blow across his back and was pushed forward onto the ground. Thankful for the armor he wore, Haldir flipped onto his back and kicked upward, stopping the Uruk-Hai from slicing down. With another well placed kick at the attacker's knee, Haldir forced the other to his knees. The Elf nimbly got to his feet and killed the Uruk-Hai with a deadly slash to the neck.
As he turned to face the remaining Uruk-Hai, out of the corner of his eye he could see the raised weapon. But try as he might, he could not react fast enough to deflect it. In horror, Haldir realized that he was going to be hit.
The weapon struck Haldir right underneath his chest plate to slice deep into his side. The pain almost made Haldir pass out right then and there. A wave of nausea made the Elf close his eyes and gasp for breath. No, he couldn't end it like this, not like this.
Snapping his eyes open, through sheer will power he was able to raise his sword and forcefully deflect a blow aimed for his head. He finished the Uruk-Hai off and once again struggled to breathe. Never had it been so difficult to force air in and out, in and out...
Haldir cautiously looked down at the wound and saw that it was bleeding freely. The sight of the blood made him freeze. He remained standing, determined not to fall. Then abruptly, Haldir recollected that he had only slain seven of the enemy, there had been eight.
Haldir with sudden clarity knew that there was one more Uruk-Hai and with his sharp hearing detected the clank of the armor just behind him.
But another wave of pain erupted through his body and the thought of even moving was an impossibility. Try as he might he couldn't move and he knew that this was indeed the end.
Time passed incredibly slow as he waited. Just waited. The sounds of the battle raging on all sides strangely dimmed as he had only one thought in his mind. He raised his gaze upward and whispered, "Isilme, forgive me..." Haldir slowly drew in a breath, what he knew was his last breath and waited...
Suddenly, through the unearthly quiet, Haldir heard something whistling through the air. A flash of something flew in the very corner of his vision to a point somewhere behind him. He heard a strangled growl behind him and the sound of something hitting the ground.
Haldir realized that he was still holding his breath. Slowly, as if hardly believing he was actually still alive, breathed out. He breathed in and out, in and out...
He was still alive! He fell to his knees for suddenly he felt too weak to stand. Against his will he felt tears run down his cheeks. 'Dear Isilme, I may still see you yet once more...'
His mind still unbelieving of what had happened, pressing his hand onto his injury to hold off the pain somewhat, he turned to look at the body of the Uruk-Hai who would have taken his life. A slim throwing dagger lay embedded in the neck of the dead Uruk-Hai.
The dagger, Haldir vaguely remembered having seen it before. The dagger, it had been a present he himself had given someone. The someone being... but why would the dagger be here now?
"Haldir!"
Hearing his name, Haldir looked towards the stairs, at the top standing the owner of the dagger. Surprise kept Haldir from saying anything as Rumil ran towards him.
"Come Haldir, we cannot stay here," Rumil said with urgency as he helped Haldir to his feet. Though Haldir could get to his feet, he leaned heavily on his brother while pressing his arm tightly across his wound.
The surprise from seeing his brother finally faded and Haldir could speak. "Rumil! What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in Lorien!"
"This is no time to explain everything, brother," Rumil said with a smile. "Come, we must get to safety."
Haldir looked out over the Deep to catch sight of Aragorn, remembering that the Ranger had been attempting to reach him. He saw the Ranger still fighting the overwhelming horde of Uruk-Hai. By chance, Aragorn looked up at the exact moment to meet eyes with Haldir.
The Elf signaled for Aragorn to retreat and thankfully, Aragorn nodded in understanding and began backing up towards the Hornburg stairs.
By this time, Rumil had aided Haldir to the bottom of the stairs. But Haldir knew that it would be an impossibility for them to reach the Hornburg for already the Uruk-Hai were taking over much ground in the Deep. "Rumil, I'm afraid you have saved my life in vain. We will never make it to the Burg with my injury. You must leave me."
"Must I always be the smart one?" Rumil said with a chuckle. "Look around you."
Haldir did as he was told and saw with his astonishment that the remaining Elves of Lothlorien had gathered around the two brothers, fighting off any approaching Uruk-Hais.
"You know more than anyone Haldir that your army would never abandon their captain," Rumil said with sincerity. "And I do only what you would do for me."
Never had anything touched Haldir more deeply than the act of loyalty from the Elves of Lorien. He felt a stirring in his heart that he understood to be both a sense of pride and humility. Strangely enough, Haldir felt a renewed strength flowing through him.
He shook off Rumil's arm across his shoulders and held himself upright. There seemed to be a brief respite in the battle for all of the Elves looked to him waiting for his command. Taking in the situation, Haldir saw that their only chance would be to fight their way to the caves. From years of leading his soldiers, he signaled to them what his plan was. Wordlessly, the Elves understood and acknowledged his command.
Together, fighting with the graceful fighting skills of the Elves, they fought their way to the caves, led by Haldir of Lorien.
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Boromir watched as Eomer rode towards Gandalf and Erkenbrand. Eomer jumped out of the saddle even before his horse had gone to a full stop and clasped hands with Erkenbrand in a friendly manner. Boromir himself only rode up close enough to hear what was being said but far enough not to draw attention. Boromir could trust his true identity with Gandalf, but wanted to wait till they were alone before he revealed himself.
"Erkenbrand! I would never have thought to see you here! I would have thought that you still held the defense at the Isen." Eomer explained, still astonished to have met up with the other man.
Erkenbrand replied gravely, "Alas, things had gone ill for us at the Isen. But in truth, I would not be here with all of my men at all if it hadn't been for Gandalf here."
"Which brings me to another question," Eomer said, this time to Gandalf. "How came you to be alive? For I have heard that you had fallen."
The wizard smiled kindly down from astride Shadowfax. "Yes, I had fallen, Eomer son of Eomund. As Gandalf the Grey I fell, and I come here before you as Gandalf the White."
Eomer looked on, stunned by the wizard's words. "Gandalf the White? I profess that I do not make it my business to meddle in the affair of wizards, yet this is a tale I wish to hear."
Gandalf chuckled. "Your curiosity must be satisfied another day, young Eomer, for time is pressing us."
"That is twice in one day that someone has remarked of my curiosity." Boromir smiled as Eomer turned to glance at him. Eomer returned his gaze to Gandalf and Erkenbrand. "But lo and behold, I see that you travel away from Isengard. To where are you journeying?"
Boromir grimaced slightly, knowing that Eomer's question meant that he still doubted whether Boromir as Lavlaisi had spoken the truth. He quickly shrugged off any disappointment of Eomer's lack of trust, for why would the man of Rohan trust the word of a total stranger?
Gandalf was the one who answered Eomer. "I know of your banishment Eomer, but hear me now and believe that you are no longer banished from Rohan. Indeed, your king is in much need of our aide as Saruman has launched an attack upon Helm's Deep where Theoden holds the defense with the few men he has."
"But last I saw of Theoden..."
"Last you saw of King Theoden, he was still ensnared by the poisoned words of Grima Wormtongue. But I have healed him from all lies. Neither Wormtongue nor Saruman have any hold upon your king any longer."
Boromir saw Eomer slightly relax with relief. "Then Lavlaisi has indeed spoken the truth."
As Eomer turned to face Boromir once more, the man of Gondor tried to escape unnoticed but stopped when he heard Gandalf speak. "Lavlaisi?"
He knew he couldn't get away without looking suspicious so he approached the three men and nodded his head. "Are you satisfied now that I speak truth, Eomer?"
"Indeed, Lord Lavlaisi. But I trust that you still continue with us to Helm's Deep," Eomer continued. "I would be honored if you would."
He couldn't help but hesitate. Boromir without thought looked away to face the eastern skyline. He had been so long from home and Gondor called to him. His brother, his father, they called to him.
Yet... he could not leave. Not yet.
Facing Eomer, Boromir nodded. "I am the one who would be honored to accompany you."
"Then it is decided," Erkenbrand spoke for the first time since Boromir had entered the conversation. "Eomer, how do you plan we proceed." As Erkenbrand and Eomer discussed how they would travel together, Gandalf brought his horse to go alongside Boromir.
Boromir did not know what to say so instead waited for Gandalf to be the first to speak. But Gandalf didn't say anything and kept staring at him with a thoughtful look on his face. Had he guessed who he truly was?
Just as Boromir was about to break the silence, Gandalf spoke, his tone no more than a whisper. "Lavlaisi, an Elvish name. An interesting translation, 'given new life'. But an appropriate one, considering that Galadriel chose the name for you."
Gandalf had known the whole time! Boromir smile and brought his hand up to push the hood back slightly, just enough so he knew the wizard could see his face. "Well met, Gandalf. I should have known that you would figure out who I was."
"Nothing much escapes the notice of an old man such as myself," Gandalf said with a chuckle. "But it does my heart good to see you here. Even more pleased I am to see that you have brought the good Eomer with you. I was wondering if I had to go in search of him myself after this was all over. But you have saved me a lot of wasted time. I thank you."
Boromir looked down at his hands and spoke confidentially. For if there was one person whom he could trust, it would be Gandalf. "I... am wondering if I am doing the right thing."
Raising an eyebrow in a questioning way, Gandalf asked, "What do you mean?"
"You know as much as I do that fate has played a cruel trick upon me," Boromir said with a humorless smile upon his lips. "I have so long believed that my place is with my people, with my country. Gondor was what tempted me to..." He paused, trying to find the right words. "But it is not only Gondor who is in danger of falling into Sauron's grasp. It is the whole of Middle Earth. Yet here I am, caught in the middle. Rohan, or Gondor? If either falls, much will be lost and the tide will be turned against us."
"And you feel that because you have chosen to aide Rohan, you are turning your back to your own homeland."
Boromir could only shrug for he himself did not know the answer.
Gandalf sighed. "These are very confusing times. Choices will have to be made, sacrifices will have to be made. No one can really say if each choice or sacrifice was the right one to make, least of all the person who had to decide. But once that decision is made, you must find peace with it. Move on, Lavlaisi. Do not concentrate on what could be done if you had done something else, or if you were somewhere else. Concentrate what you can do at this moment, at this time. It is a much more positive way of thinking, and much better for the heart."
The man of Gondor closed his eyes, soaking in what Gandalf had said. Be at peace. Three words, so difficult to do. Yet he must do it and move on. Sure enough, slowly and surely, Boromir let go of his frustrations. Not all of it, but most of it.
When he opened his eyes, he found that Gandalf was looking at him with a pleased expression. "You have matured much since I first met you. More important, you are healing since I last saw you."
And to his surprise, Boromir realized that the maia was indeed correct. He smiled. Maybe there was hope for himself yet.
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When Aragorn finally reached the top of the stairs from below in the Deep, he found Legolas waiting for him. As soon as he passed through the gates, the Elf swiftly closed the door behind him.
"Things go ill, my friend," Aragorn said, wiping the sweat from his brow with his arm.
"Ill enough," said Legolas. He smiled then. "But not yet hopeless, while we have you with us. But alas, I am sad at heart knowing that Gimli is not here with us."
"He did not make it into the Burg?"
"Nay, the last I saw him he was fighting on the ground behind the wall, but the enemy swept us apart."
Perceiving that indeed his friend looked sad because of the news, Aragorn strove to reassure the Elf. "He is stout and strong. Let us hope that he will escape back to the caves. I know that many of the Lothlorien Elves, too have fought their way to the caves. There they would be safe for a while. Safer than we. Such a refuge would be to the liking of a dwarf though much to the dislike for your kinsmen."
Aragorn saw that Legolas appeared heartened with his words. They parted ways without another word, Legolas to seek some more arrows and Aragorn to seek audience with the king.
The ranger strode through the inner court, and mounted to a high chamber in the tower. There stood King Theoden, dark against a narrow window looking out upon the vale. He turned, hearing Aragorn approach.
"What news, Aragorn?"
Aragorn bowed before speaking. "The Deeping Wall is taken, lord, and all the defense swept away. But many have escaped either into the Hornburg or into the caves."
"Good provision, it is said to have in the caves. And the air is wholesome there because of the outlets through fissures in the rock far above. None can force and entrance against determined men. They may hold out long." Theoden turned once more to look out the window.
The king continued to speak after some moments. "I fret in this prison. If I could have set a spear in rest, riding before my men upon the field, maybe I could have felt again the joy of battle, and so ended. But I serve little purpose here."
Aragorn sensed the defeat in the king's voice. But he couldn't let the king give up now, not now. Softly he said, "Here at least you are guarded in the strongest fastness of the Mark. More hope we have to defend you in the Hornburg than in Edoras, or even at Dunharrow in the mountains."
Theoden laughed without humor. "It is said that the Hornburg has never fallen to assault. But now my heart is doubtful. The world changes, and all that once strong now proves unsure. How shall any tower withstand such numbers and such reckless hate?"
"The end is nowhere near at hand, you must believe that!" Aragorn said with fervency. He feared that the king was even now losing hope, now when they needed the king to rally his men.
"The end will not be long," Theoden said with a sigh. Then suddenly, a fire lit within his eyes and Aragorn saw truly who the king was. Theoden straightened and seemed to grow slightly in height, his chin lifted higher with defiance. "But I will not end here, taken like an old badger in a trap. Snowmane and Hasufel and the horses of my guard are in the inner court. When dawn comes, I will bid men sound Helm's horn, and I will ride forth."
The king turned to look into Aragorn's eyes. "Will you ride with me then, son of Arathorn?" he asked. "Maybe we shall cleave a road, or make such an end as will be worth a song, if any be left to sing of us hereafter."
Moved by the words of the king, Aragorn said, "I will ride with you."
King Theoden smiled and turned again to continue looking out the window, giving Aragorn leave to go.
Aragorn returned to the walls and saw Legolas helping the men of Rohan cut down a grappling hook which had been thrown over the parapet. Once more looking towards the sky, Aragorn saw that just maybe, they would be able to see the light of dawn.
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Author's Note: So, are you happy that Haldir is alive? I sure hope so! But now you're wondering, what in the world is Rumil doing in Helm's Deep? Well, all your questions will be answered in the next chapter, plus another surprise!
Special thanks to:
*Diadora* ~ Hello my faithful friend! So, are you glad that Haldir is alive for the remainder of my story? I hope so!
*Maria* ~ Hewo! Sorry for tricking you into thinking that Haldir dies! Hee hee! Don't worry, the number one reason I'm writing this story is to continue making Boromir VERY cool! *wink!* I hope the amount of action in the chapter pleases you, some more action coming up in the next update. P.S. Faramir IS pretty cool! Come on, admit it! *wink*!
*Daisy Brambleburr* ~ I'm really glad that you liked the Eomer and Eowyn relationship I wrote in the previous chapter. In the books and movies they never really delve into that relationship which is a shame. And I do so wanted to give an Eowyn description from the point of view of someone who has known her from before and after trouble came to Rohan (only Eomer, obviously). I hope you like this new chapter!
*leafgirl* ~ Thank you so much for pointing out the mistake I made of Boromir having to confirm twice to Eomer that he's from Gondor. I hope the changes I made are satisfactory. I also changed the little 'tidbit' you told me about many names being Elvish. You are very correct, Lavlaisi is indeed Quenya! I knew that most Elvish spoken in the LOTR are in Sindarin, but I knew that many names (like Elendil) are in fact Quenya, which I read is a sort of 'Elven-latin'. Knowing Galadriel, I knew she would know both Quenya and Sindarin. Yay, I'm so pleased that you like how I described the 'differences' between Lavlaisi and Boromir! It was so VERY hard to write as you can quite imagine but after writing I felt that maybe I got it down correctly. Yes, there will be a Boromir/Frodo scene but it would probably be very near the end of the story. I have an idea how I'm going to write it, hopefully it's gonna come out very touching and emotional. The Eowyn/Eomer relationship was kind of fun and interesting to write. In the books I had a feeling that there was more to Eowyn than meets the eye. And I knew the best way to explain more about her character was through the eyes of her own brother, whom I'm sure could see the differences in her the best (though it took a while for him to really understand it.) Anyway, I'm really glad you're enjoying my story (I hope?) and looking forward to any more suggestions you might have! Thanks for your support!
*~C~* ~ Ooooh, Kiefer Sutherland dies? Boo hoo! Ahem... anyway, I got to see the first three episodes of "24"'s first season. Pretty good, it needs more Kiefer in my opinion though! The reunion between Boromir and the 'three guys' should be interesting, though I haven't decided for certain when it'll take place.
*mIsUnDeRsToOdGnOmE* ~ Thanks so much for reviewing! Thanks for such a great compliment! The greatest compliment an author can get is when someone says that his/her story is original. Thanks so much!
*you-know-who* ~ Thanks for reviewing yet once again! Was surprised but glad you liked the Eomer and Eowyn relationship.
*Aelimir* ~ Wow, another long review yet again from the great Aelimir! Thanks so much! No, Boromir doesn't think Gandalf is dead since they did meet in Lothlorien. But as I mentioned in this chapter, Eomer is the one believes Gandalf is dead because of what her heard from Aragorn. I haven't actually read "Seabiscuit", I only watched the movie. VERY good! Did you know that in the movie "Black Beauty", Sean Bean stars in it? He has a great part in it though there should be more of him. *wink*! You've ridden a Thoroughbred before? That is too, too cool! Oh, I really hope your dream comes true to become a breeder! I'll remember your offer to let me ride your thoroughbreds! *wink*! Thanks for telling me about the mistake I made about repeating that Lavlaisi's from Gondor. I changed the part as soon as I could. Well, Haldir's NOT dead! I hope you're happy with that decision! I didn't want to have Isilme die of a broken heart (which would definitely happen if she had heard of his death! She loved him too much!). Anyway, thanks again for reviewing! I hope you liked this chapter!
*Boromir Defender* ~ Oh, so sorry about the cliffhanger! I tried to finish the chapter as quickly as possible so you wouldn't suffer. *smiles*! I'm glad you liked the Eomer flashback of Eowyn. It was an interesting part to write I must admit. You finally find out what I've decided for Haldir! So, are you happy that he's still alive?
*Alex92* ~ Here's more Boromir for you! I hope the interaction between Gandalf and Boromir is up to your expectations! Of course Gandalf knows immediately who 'Lavlaisi' is, he's a wizard! *wink*!
*Spry Sprite* ~ I hope you like this new chapter, Haldir's alive! Yay! Well, whatever you do with your story, please know that you have my full support! Your story is SOO much fun to read and Stevie and Harper are total riots! Plus, the whole 'meepage' is so cute! One suggestion, maybe if you develop the romance a bit more, the story might come out better. Well, not TOO much romance if you know what I mean... continue all the crazy and funny stuff the four girls do! Update soon, looking forward to reading more!
*Melodist* ~ Thanks for taking the time to even write me a review! But please, don't be late for work on my account! *wink*! Anyway, I'm glad you liked the previous chapter, I hope this one is as enjoyable to read!