Boromir, Thou Shall Live
By Priscilla Stafford
Author's Note: Well, the only reason I was able to update quickly is that my Extended Edition DVD hasn't ARRIVED YETTTTT!! Hmph, the mail is certainly taking a LONG time! But fortunately for all of you, I was able to work on this chapter. It's chapter 20! Yay! I hope you like it because... you've guessed it, it's ALL Boromir! I felt bad for keeping him out in the previous chapter so I decided to devote a whole chapter to him. And since Bawuer seems to also have a following (hee hee!), I've put plenty of him in this chappie, too. I hope you all like it!
In honor of my great reviewer, Diadora, I've put some 'angst' in the beginning of the chapter for her 'maturing Gondorian handsome warrior'. I hope you like it Diadora!
Special thanks to my 'family of reviewers' are at the bottom of the chapter. I love you guys!
Chapter Twenty: Troubled Thoughts and New Acquaintances
Boromir watched as the king and many he had chosen headed towards the Hornburg. Along with Theoden went Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli. Just the three people Boromir needed to speak with. In a way though, he was somewhat relieved. It put off a meeting he was dreading yet knew had to be performed. Even Gandalf had gotten onto the back of Shadowfax and with the wind had left for who knows what task.
He next looked for Haldir. Haldir along with another Elf and Isilme had left some time ago, yet he could not catch sight of them any longer.
Isilme. Remembering how shocked he had been to see her, Boromir couldn't help but smile. When he had first met her, he had assessed her to be a strong minded and determined Elf-maiden. It seemed he had been correct. So, she had followed Haldir all the way to Helm's Deep. He couldn't help but be impressed by the strong ties of love the two already shared.
What to do now? The Gondor captain considered his next options. Few they were, but his mind was too troubled to decide. Instead, he tried to sort out his troubled feelings.
Maiorama, who seemed to sense his mood, gently touched her nose to his cheek. Boromir began stroking her neck, for he too returned the affection she felt for him. His stroking began to be done with some absent mindedness as he returned to his thoughts.
When all of the lords and captains, including his dear friends, had gathered together near the Deeping-Stream, he had been sorely tempted to follow. Yet he had remained behind.
Boromir knew deep in his heart that he still wasn't ready to meet with the other members of the broken Fellowship. Shame and guilt held him back, for he knew he was one of the main reasons the Fellowship had been splintered, each going to different paths.
How did they feel about him now? One part of him wanted to know so badly, another part was afraid of what the answer would be.
He needed time to figure out what was bothering him the most, what was making it so hard to let go of his distraught emotions.
But he already knew, deep in his heart. It was not only the fear of seeing the disappointment in his friend's eyes. It was about the disappointment he already felt keenly in himself.
Once more Boromir felt at such a loss. A few days ago he had the intention of going back home to Minas Tirith and to help fight the enemy coming from Mordor. Then he had gotten the resolve to get help to Helm's Deep. Then by chance, he had been forced to choose following Eomer to the battle. Throughout those times, he had felt as if he had a true purpose. Ever since seeing the image of his death in the mirror, Boromir couldn't help but feel that he had too much to live up to in his new life. Was it not normal for him to feel that way though? It was not every day that a being sees a different future for himself, one in which he might have been killed. Fortunate, or unfortunate?
And now.... now what?
Minas Tirith waited for him, his brother and father waited for him. Without thought he faced the eastern sky.
It would be so easy. He could just leave for Gondor and no one would know. Except for maybe Eomer, but the man of Rohan knew him only as Lavlaisi. He would never be the wiser of who Lavlaisi actually was.
Then there was Gandalf. But the wizard would understand; he had understood when Boromir had asked the other not to reveal his existence.
Boromir suddenly recalled the words Gandalf had said to him that night in Lothlorien. 'Here are my last words of wisdom I give to you before I leave. Reach out to take the hands your friends have reached out to you.'
The warrior remembered how he had answered. 'It is so hard.'
It was still true, he still could not reach out. Could not Gandalf understand? For so long he had been a solitary man, a solitary warrior; forever it seemed that he had relied on his own power to make things right, relied in himself to take care of his brother, relied in his own strength to deliver his beloved country from certain doom.
He had to admit that his life had been such a lonely one. In all honesty, the only one person whom he had ever opened his heart to was his brother. But no one else, no one else. Even that time he had spoken to Aragorn in the gardens of Lorien, he had still kept a part of himself hidden. He was the Steward's son, he needed no one, should need no one to lean upon.
But now, oh how things had changed! He needed desperately for someone to help him, to guide him, to show him the way. How he wished his brother were here, the only one he could truly tell everything to! But Faramir was not here to comfort him and for that, Boromir felt a distinct pain of loneliness in his being. Loneliness he doubted than anyone else could really ease.
Insecurity was the one thing he was not used to feeling. Boromir decided he did not like it and strove to find something to occupy his mind.
Seeing that many of the men of Rohan had begun the task of gathering the bodies from the battle, Boromir decided he had lingered in one place long enough. Boromir knew that there really was no other alternative but to overcome his discomfort and face his companions.
Thankfully, he saw that Erkenbrand was issuing orders not too far away. Boromir remembered seeing him speaking with Theoden before the king had left for the Hornburg. Maybe he would know something about where the ranger, Elf, and Dwarf had gone.
"Lord Erkenbrand, if I may trouble you for a moment."
The older man looked at him with a tired smile. "It is no trouble, Lavlaisi. How may I help you."
Boromir used his head to indicate the direction where the king had left. "King Theoden and his men, where have they gone?"
"Weary Theoden is, along with his captains and lords who have fought the whole night. They have gone to rest inside the king's quarters of the Hornburg." Erkenbrand raised his eyebrows. "Ah, you were not here when we were discussing Mithrandir's plans to journey to Isengard."
"Isengard?" Boromir could not help but be startled as the place where Saruman resided was mentioned.
Erkenbrand nodded gravely. "Indeed. He is going along with Theoden and Eomer, along with some other lords of Rohan. And I believe that Aragorn and his two companions will also be joining them."
Boromir could not help but feel shocked and more than a little disappointed. Why go to Isengard? Had not the threat from the west been destroyed after the battle here in Helm's Deep? It was in the east in which the forces of good must look towards.
Frustration welled up inside him. Why did no one seem to understand. For so long he and his people had held back the forces of Sauron from the borders of Mordor. He knew the evil reeking from that black place, he had fought many battles with orcs who never seemed to tire, never seemed to stop. They just kept coming and coming, as if nothing would stop them. And everyday he had watched as they became stronger and stronger, braving closer and closer into Gondor, ever taunting those in the city of Minas Tirith. It was a matter of time before the imminent battle where the fate of all Gondor hung in the balance would take place. And Boromir would not stay behind and watch everything he had fought so hard for crumble like the black ashes of Emyn Muil.
The Gondorian warrior realized that Erkenbrand was watching him closely. He forced himself to take a deep breath and calm down some of the anger. It did not help much, but he was able to release some of the frustrations which had threatened to go out of control.
"Forgive my manners, Erkenbrand. I did not mean for my mind to wander so."
"I can see that you too appear to be tired. I believe there may still be a cot or two unoccupied..."
"No," Boromir answered hastily. "There are some things I must do." After a pause Boromir added, "Before I leave."
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Before taking his leave of Erkenbrand, Boromir discovered that Gandalf and the others would be leaving in the evening. Plenty of time for Boromir to make sure he did what had to be done. First things were first; he had to find a place to leave Maiorama. Only then would he be at peace to find the people with whom he needed to talk to. Most high on his list was Gandalf. Yes, he had many things he needed to discuss with the wizard.
Being told that many of the horses were being kept within the Deep, Boromir rode Maiorama towards that direction. Before long he caught sight of a hastily set up corral where many horses were being kept. Other horses were still being led out from deep in the caves into the temporary enclosure.
Suddenly, there came a loud, piercing neigh of a horse. Boromir watched as a black horse jumped out of the fenced in area and began dodging and weaving through the men of Rohan, trying to catch hold of him.
In alarm, Boromir realized that the black horse was galloping straight towards him. For no reason would he wish to get in the way of a runaway horse. Boromir tried to lead Maiorama out of the way but was surprised as the mare suddenly twisted her head and ignored his commands. In horror, Boromir held on as the Elvish horse without hesitation put herself in the wild horse's path to block him. Boromir almost closed his eyes, waiting for the impact.
But miraculously, the black horse executed a swift halt. The two horses eyed each for a while before the runaway reached his head out in a curious manner. Maiorama allowed him to smell her, obediently standing still as if nothing had happened.
The man of Gondor breathed a sigh of relief and patted Maiorama on the neck, glad that the incident hadn't turned out badly. He had seen horses in battle injured when they had been forcibly struck from a foe's steed. Usually they would be knocked to the ground, seriously wounded.
Boromir leaned forward from his saddle, reaching down to grab the reigns of the wild fugitive. He smirked. A stallion, just as he suspected. No wonder the runaway had stopped for Maiorama. "I wonder what your master is thinking of you right now." The black horse looked at him without the slightest interest, but thankfully he wasn't pulling away, just standing docilely next to Maiorama.
The warrior of Gondor looked up and noticed in particular one man of Rohan coming towards him. By the expression on his face, Boromir guessed him to be the owner. He was blonde, well built, and handsome looking, not a particularly tall man. He also had a noticeable limp in his right leg.
As the man approached, Boromir could also see that he was red in the face. Embarrassment? Somewhere among the throng of Rohirrim, Boromir heard someone yell, "Bawuer! Are you ever going to rid yourself of that demon of a horse?" Much laughter accompanied the words and Boromir finally recognized that Bawuer was red with more anger than embarrassment.
Bawuer in turn yelled back, "Aye that I will! Only when you've traded in your nag for a proper warhorse!" He was answered back with much hollers and shouts of disapproval. Boromir regarded the Rohirrim with interest, puzzled by their actions.
The runaway's owner stopped to bow in front of Boromir. "I thank you for catching Ebon. I would probably have had to go halfway across the Westfold before I would have caught up to him."
Boromir handed the reigns to Bawuer. "In all honesty, it was not I who stopped your stallion. It seems he has taken a liking to Maiorama." The Gondorian gestured to the way the black horse put all of his attention on the mare.
Bawuer smiled while looking over Boromir's horse. "'Tis a fine horse, my lord. Good breeding, excellent conformation. It must be like riding on wings for I can be sure that her gait is smooth."
"You know your horses."
The man of Rohan's smile became wistful. "It is a matter of course for we Rohirrim. We pride ourselves in horsemanship."
Finally, Boromir understood the reason for Bawuer's anger and embarrassment. "I take it that your Ebon is not highly regarded by your kinsmen," Boromir said quietly. "Nor you in fact."
The blonde haired man snorted. "It is not uncommon for the men of Rohan judge a man by his horse and his horsemanship. They will take one look at your steed and they way your ride her to know that you probably have the right to have respect. I on other hand am a different story." Bawuer took hold of Ebon's bridle to stroke the horse's face. The man looked up to meet Boromir's eyes. "Ebon is a fine horse, my lord. There is nothing wrong with him except for his disposition." Bawuer's blue eyes held somewhat of a challenge. A challenge for Boromir to try judging both owner and master.
Well, Boromir was up for any challenge. He chose his words carefully. "Fast and strong?"
In pride the other answered. "Among one of the fastest. And he will go the distance."
"Can anyone ride him?"
"Only someone he trusts. And I am the only one." He also added, "And he seems to have no problems with Elves."
'I'm sure,' Boromir thought. "Is he afraid or spooked easily."
Bawuer's eyes held a dangerous glint. "He never is." Which could probably be said for both man and beast.
Boromir smiled broadly. He was usually well practiced in the art of understanding a man's character and he already had a good opinion for the man of Rohan. "Well, I agree with the Rohirrim way of judging a person by his horse." Bawuer lifted his chin up to look at Boromir with a cool expression. "Indeed," Boromir said. "I hope I can be honored to be called a friend of yours. And Ebon's, too."
Visibly, Bawuer relaxed. "You are a wise man, and it gives me hope to know that the men of Gondor are led by such a person."
The Captain of Gondor suddenly stiffened. "What do you mean?"
Bawuer tilted his head in a manner of curiosity. "I thought..." He looked the other up and down, examining the man on the horse carefully. "I never forget a face. Especially one who is..."
"The name is Lavlaisi, and I doubt you've ever seen me before," Boromir cut in. He felt his heart beat quicken its pace as Bawuer only stared at him in doubt.
"Lavlaisi?"
"Lavlaisi." Boromir got off Maiorama to stand next to the Rohirrim man. He changed the subject. "I'm hoping to leave my horse in the corral if it is possible."
"I was hoping you were going to say that," Bawuer answered smoothly. "Maybe then Ebon would try to be on his best conduct and follow along." Together the two men walked with their horses being pulled along.
Boromir saw that his companion was deep in thought. He had been almost afraid that Bawuer had recognized him. Fortunately, Boromir was happy that he had been able to dissuade the man from saying anything more.
"You are right," Bawuer said abruptly. "There is no possible way that you could be," the next words were spoken with a little smirk, "the person whom we won't refer to."
Feeling more than a little uncomfortable, Boromir did not reply. But inside his head, he was bothered with so many questions. How much did this man know? Had they indeed met before? And did this Bawuer actually know if he was the Captain of Gondor? It was better to remain silent, yet Boromir could not help but feel decidedly uneasy.
They had reached the fenced in area by then. A young lad came towards them and offered to take their horses. As they had both thought would happen, Ebon followed Maiorama without the slightest qualm. In amusement, Boromir watched as the two horses stayed close inside the corral.
"Where to are you going now... Lavlaisi."
Boromir looked at Bawuer out of the corner of his eye. "You say my name in the most unusual manner, lord skeptical."
"Yes, I admit freely that I am full of skepticism. But no matter. In my case I am headed for the caves, I was told that I should get my leg looked at." Bawuer turned to face Boromir. "Would you care to join me? I've heard that there is an Elf healer there, an Elf-maiden no less!"
Ah, the Isilme. Boromir had only to think a few moments to decide on whether to accept the other's invitation. "I for one am not foolish enough to pass up such a special chance."
Simultaneously the two turned away from the horses and they walked side by side. There was some silence before Bawuer began to speak. "So, I take it you're not from Gondor." Before Boromir could answer, the other was already continuing. "I've heard much about Denethor, the Steward residing in Minas Tirith. A very shrewd man, harsh and expects much from all his men."
Boromir stiffened but forced himself to remain silent. He hoped that the conversation would turn away to other subjects but Bawuer was insistent. "Ah, yes, there's also the eldest son, Boromir."
Biting his lip, Boromir pretended not to be upset but inside he was disturbed. Where was this man getting to?
"Boromir, Captain of Gondor. I have heard he is full of pride, an arrogant one."
'Don't do anything, don't say anything!' Boromir thought fervently.
Bawuer stopped speaking and watched his companion carefully. Boromir was thankful that the talk had ended.
Unfortunately, that was not the case. "But there is also another brother, a younger one. Faramir I believe his name to be."
Boromir froze and unconsciously closed his eyes, praying that the man of Rohan would not continue. If he said anything about his brother...
The blonde haired man had also stopped walking. "There are those who say that Faramir is weak, unworthy of being Captain to the Ithilien Ranger."
That did it. Boromir growled and reached out with his hands to grab the man by the front of his shirt. He brought him close, and with easy strength raised the man slightly from the ground so that they were face to face. "You know not what you speak of, you insolent cur! My bro..." The words caught in his throat as he realized he had almost said 'my brother'.
But in shock, he saw that Bawuer did not look afraid or frightened. Instead, the glint in his eye had returned, the same one he had when Boromir had asked if Ebon feared anything. But his mouth was curled up at the corners, and his expression was one of amusement.
It dawned suddenly upon Boromir. As if his hands had touched fired, Boromir let go of Bawuer. The man of Rohan had been goading him, the whole time! He knew Boromir's true identity.
"You knew all along."
Bawuer shrugged his shoulders. "I told you. I never forget a face. It has been a few years, but one cannot forget the face of the Captain of Gondor." He came to stand close to Boromir and stuck his hand out. "An honor to know you." He added in a whisper, "Boromir of Gondor."
Boromir took the proffered hand. "You must understand I have my reasons."
"Of that I am sure. And it would not be my place to question those reasons. Shall we?"
Truly this was a strange man, Boromir thought as they resumed their way to the caves. But before they had gone a few steps, Boromir felt a hand on his arm stop him.
"Would you like to know what I've really heard about the Steward and his sons?"
Boromir could only nod.
Bawuer spoke seriously. "It is true, I have heard that Denethor is a harsh man. But he is also considered to be a very intelligent man, both in the ways of man and battle.
"And I apologize for anything I might have said against Faramir. In truth, I have heard so many good things about him that I do not know where to begin. Well learned, he is considered more a scholar than a warrior."
The man smiled a rakish smile, one probably Boromir would see for many times to come. "As for Boromir..."
Boromir felt himself become nervous for he truly did not know what people thought of him.
"It is said, if anyone is to ever fall away from the hope for Gondor, he would be the last to stay true. If the enemy meets the forces of good in battle, he would be the last one standing. A warrior unmatched by strength or courage, all would follow him unto the death."
The man of Gondor turned away with some embarrassment. "That is only what they say," he said in all honesty and humility.
Bawuer nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, it is only hearsay." He moved so that they were meeting eye to eye, and Boromir saw that Bawuer was serious. "But I have seen and met Boromir, face to face. And do you know what I say?"
He waited for no answer as he said, "I believe everything they say is true. Again I say, an honor to meet you."
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Author's Note: So, did you like it? Bawuer's getting some more character development, isn't he? I was really thinking about the Rohirrim and their relationship with their horses. I was wondering, what do the others feel about Ebon and Bawuer? I bet that in a way they all king of make fun of Bawuer because it might be said that he can't handle his own horse. So I wanted to put a little more depth in that.
And Boromir angst! Well, not really angst but he's REALLY trouble now, isn't he? I mean, he believes he's done his duty, Saruman's army is defeated, Saruman can't be any more trouble, everything should be ok. So... why isn't Gandalf coming to Gondor, his homeland where the real trouble?
Next chapter, a confrontation between dear Boromir and Gandalf where they get some things straightened out. Hopefully, it'll come out as good as I'm hoping it does. Sorry if the update is a bit late because I'll probably be getting 'you know what' soon! ^_~
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By Priscilla Stafford
Author's Note: Well, the only reason I was able to update quickly is that my Extended Edition DVD hasn't ARRIVED YETTTTT!! Hmph, the mail is certainly taking a LONG time! But fortunately for all of you, I was able to work on this chapter. It's chapter 20! Yay! I hope you like it because... you've guessed it, it's ALL Boromir! I felt bad for keeping him out in the previous chapter so I decided to devote a whole chapter to him. And since Bawuer seems to also have a following (hee hee!), I've put plenty of him in this chappie, too. I hope you all like it!
In honor of my great reviewer, Diadora, I've put some 'angst' in the beginning of the chapter for her 'maturing Gondorian handsome warrior'. I hope you like it Diadora!
Special thanks to my 'family of reviewers' are at the bottom of the chapter. I love you guys!
Chapter Twenty: Troubled Thoughts and New Acquaintances
Boromir watched as the king and many he had chosen headed towards the Hornburg. Along with Theoden went Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli. Just the three people Boromir needed to speak with. In a way though, he was somewhat relieved. It put off a meeting he was dreading yet knew had to be performed. Even Gandalf had gotten onto the back of Shadowfax and with the wind had left for who knows what task.
He next looked for Haldir. Haldir along with another Elf and Isilme had left some time ago, yet he could not catch sight of them any longer.
Isilme. Remembering how shocked he had been to see her, Boromir couldn't help but smile. When he had first met her, he had assessed her to be a strong minded and determined Elf-maiden. It seemed he had been correct. So, she had followed Haldir all the way to Helm's Deep. He couldn't help but be impressed by the strong ties of love the two already shared.
What to do now? The Gondor captain considered his next options. Few they were, but his mind was too troubled to decide. Instead, he tried to sort out his troubled feelings.
Maiorama, who seemed to sense his mood, gently touched her nose to his cheek. Boromir began stroking her neck, for he too returned the affection she felt for him. His stroking began to be done with some absent mindedness as he returned to his thoughts.
When all of the lords and captains, including his dear friends, had gathered together near the Deeping-Stream, he had been sorely tempted to follow. Yet he had remained behind.
Boromir knew deep in his heart that he still wasn't ready to meet with the other members of the broken Fellowship. Shame and guilt held him back, for he knew he was one of the main reasons the Fellowship had been splintered, each going to different paths.
How did they feel about him now? One part of him wanted to know so badly, another part was afraid of what the answer would be.
He needed time to figure out what was bothering him the most, what was making it so hard to let go of his distraught emotions.
But he already knew, deep in his heart. It was not only the fear of seeing the disappointment in his friend's eyes. It was about the disappointment he already felt keenly in himself.
Once more Boromir felt at such a loss. A few days ago he had the intention of going back home to Minas Tirith and to help fight the enemy coming from Mordor. Then he had gotten the resolve to get help to Helm's Deep. Then by chance, he had been forced to choose following Eomer to the battle. Throughout those times, he had felt as if he had a true purpose. Ever since seeing the image of his death in the mirror, Boromir couldn't help but feel that he had too much to live up to in his new life. Was it not normal for him to feel that way though? It was not every day that a being sees a different future for himself, one in which he might have been killed. Fortunate, or unfortunate?
And now.... now what?
Minas Tirith waited for him, his brother and father waited for him. Without thought he faced the eastern sky.
It would be so easy. He could just leave for Gondor and no one would know. Except for maybe Eomer, but the man of Rohan knew him only as Lavlaisi. He would never be the wiser of who Lavlaisi actually was.
Then there was Gandalf. But the wizard would understand; he had understood when Boromir had asked the other not to reveal his existence.
Boromir suddenly recalled the words Gandalf had said to him that night in Lothlorien. 'Here are my last words of wisdom I give to you before I leave. Reach out to take the hands your friends have reached out to you.'
The warrior remembered how he had answered. 'It is so hard.'
It was still true, he still could not reach out. Could not Gandalf understand? For so long he had been a solitary man, a solitary warrior; forever it seemed that he had relied on his own power to make things right, relied in himself to take care of his brother, relied in his own strength to deliver his beloved country from certain doom.
He had to admit that his life had been such a lonely one. In all honesty, the only one person whom he had ever opened his heart to was his brother. But no one else, no one else. Even that time he had spoken to Aragorn in the gardens of Lorien, he had still kept a part of himself hidden. He was the Steward's son, he needed no one, should need no one to lean upon.
But now, oh how things had changed! He needed desperately for someone to help him, to guide him, to show him the way. How he wished his brother were here, the only one he could truly tell everything to! But Faramir was not here to comfort him and for that, Boromir felt a distinct pain of loneliness in his being. Loneliness he doubted than anyone else could really ease.
Insecurity was the one thing he was not used to feeling. Boromir decided he did not like it and strove to find something to occupy his mind.
Seeing that many of the men of Rohan had begun the task of gathering the bodies from the battle, Boromir decided he had lingered in one place long enough. Boromir knew that there really was no other alternative but to overcome his discomfort and face his companions.
Thankfully, he saw that Erkenbrand was issuing orders not too far away. Boromir remembered seeing him speaking with Theoden before the king had left for the Hornburg. Maybe he would know something about where the ranger, Elf, and Dwarf had gone.
"Lord Erkenbrand, if I may trouble you for a moment."
The older man looked at him with a tired smile. "It is no trouble, Lavlaisi. How may I help you."
Boromir used his head to indicate the direction where the king had left. "King Theoden and his men, where have they gone?"
"Weary Theoden is, along with his captains and lords who have fought the whole night. They have gone to rest inside the king's quarters of the Hornburg." Erkenbrand raised his eyebrows. "Ah, you were not here when we were discussing Mithrandir's plans to journey to Isengard."
"Isengard?" Boromir could not help but be startled as the place where Saruman resided was mentioned.
Erkenbrand nodded gravely. "Indeed. He is going along with Theoden and Eomer, along with some other lords of Rohan. And I believe that Aragorn and his two companions will also be joining them."
Boromir could not help but feel shocked and more than a little disappointed. Why go to Isengard? Had not the threat from the west been destroyed after the battle here in Helm's Deep? It was in the east in which the forces of good must look towards.
Frustration welled up inside him. Why did no one seem to understand. For so long he and his people had held back the forces of Sauron from the borders of Mordor. He knew the evil reeking from that black place, he had fought many battles with orcs who never seemed to tire, never seemed to stop. They just kept coming and coming, as if nothing would stop them. And everyday he had watched as they became stronger and stronger, braving closer and closer into Gondor, ever taunting those in the city of Minas Tirith. It was a matter of time before the imminent battle where the fate of all Gondor hung in the balance would take place. And Boromir would not stay behind and watch everything he had fought so hard for crumble like the black ashes of Emyn Muil.
The Gondorian warrior realized that Erkenbrand was watching him closely. He forced himself to take a deep breath and calm down some of the anger. It did not help much, but he was able to release some of the frustrations which had threatened to go out of control.
"Forgive my manners, Erkenbrand. I did not mean for my mind to wander so."
"I can see that you too appear to be tired. I believe there may still be a cot or two unoccupied..."
"No," Boromir answered hastily. "There are some things I must do." After a pause Boromir added, "Before I leave."
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Before taking his leave of Erkenbrand, Boromir discovered that Gandalf and the others would be leaving in the evening. Plenty of time for Boromir to make sure he did what had to be done. First things were first; he had to find a place to leave Maiorama. Only then would he be at peace to find the people with whom he needed to talk to. Most high on his list was Gandalf. Yes, he had many things he needed to discuss with the wizard.
Being told that many of the horses were being kept within the Deep, Boromir rode Maiorama towards that direction. Before long he caught sight of a hastily set up corral where many horses were being kept. Other horses were still being led out from deep in the caves into the temporary enclosure.
Suddenly, there came a loud, piercing neigh of a horse. Boromir watched as a black horse jumped out of the fenced in area and began dodging and weaving through the men of Rohan, trying to catch hold of him.
In alarm, Boromir realized that the black horse was galloping straight towards him. For no reason would he wish to get in the way of a runaway horse. Boromir tried to lead Maiorama out of the way but was surprised as the mare suddenly twisted her head and ignored his commands. In horror, Boromir held on as the Elvish horse without hesitation put herself in the wild horse's path to block him. Boromir almost closed his eyes, waiting for the impact.
But miraculously, the black horse executed a swift halt. The two horses eyed each for a while before the runaway reached his head out in a curious manner. Maiorama allowed him to smell her, obediently standing still as if nothing had happened.
The man of Gondor breathed a sigh of relief and patted Maiorama on the neck, glad that the incident hadn't turned out badly. He had seen horses in battle injured when they had been forcibly struck from a foe's steed. Usually they would be knocked to the ground, seriously wounded.
Boromir leaned forward from his saddle, reaching down to grab the reigns of the wild fugitive. He smirked. A stallion, just as he suspected. No wonder the runaway had stopped for Maiorama. "I wonder what your master is thinking of you right now." The black horse looked at him without the slightest interest, but thankfully he wasn't pulling away, just standing docilely next to Maiorama.
The warrior of Gondor looked up and noticed in particular one man of Rohan coming towards him. By the expression on his face, Boromir guessed him to be the owner. He was blonde, well built, and handsome looking, not a particularly tall man. He also had a noticeable limp in his right leg.
As the man approached, Boromir could also see that he was red in the face. Embarrassment? Somewhere among the throng of Rohirrim, Boromir heard someone yell, "Bawuer! Are you ever going to rid yourself of that demon of a horse?" Much laughter accompanied the words and Boromir finally recognized that Bawuer was red with more anger than embarrassment.
Bawuer in turn yelled back, "Aye that I will! Only when you've traded in your nag for a proper warhorse!" He was answered back with much hollers and shouts of disapproval. Boromir regarded the Rohirrim with interest, puzzled by their actions.
The runaway's owner stopped to bow in front of Boromir. "I thank you for catching Ebon. I would probably have had to go halfway across the Westfold before I would have caught up to him."
Boromir handed the reigns to Bawuer. "In all honesty, it was not I who stopped your stallion. It seems he has taken a liking to Maiorama." The Gondorian gestured to the way the black horse put all of his attention on the mare.
Bawuer smiled while looking over Boromir's horse. "'Tis a fine horse, my lord. Good breeding, excellent conformation. It must be like riding on wings for I can be sure that her gait is smooth."
"You know your horses."
The man of Rohan's smile became wistful. "It is a matter of course for we Rohirrim. We pride ourselves in horsemanship."
Finally, Boromir understood the reason for Bawuer's anger and embarrassment. "I take it that your Ebon is not highly regarded by your kinsmen," Boromir said quietly. "Nor you in fact."
The blonde haired man snorted. "It is not uncommon for the men of Rohan judge a man by his horse and his horsemanship. They will take one look at your steed and they way your ride her to know that you probably have the right to have respect. I on other hand am a different story." Bawuer took hold of Ebon's bridle to stroke the horse's face. The man looked up to meet Boromir's eyes. "Ebon is a fine horse, my lord. There is nothing wrong with him except for his disposition." Bawuer's blue eyes held somewhat of a challenge. A challenge for Boromir to try judging both owner and master.
Well, Boromir was up for any challenge. He chose his words carefully. "Fast and strong?"
In pride the other answered. "Among one of the fastest. And he will go the distance."
"Can anyone ride him?"
"Only someone he trusts. And I am the only one." He also added, "And he seems to have no problems with Elves."
'I'm sure,' Boromir thought. "Is he afraid or spooked easily."
Bawuer's eyes held a dangerous glint. "He never is." Which could probably be said for both man and beast.
Boromir smiled broadly. He was usually well practiced in the art of understanding a man's character and he already had a good opinion for the man of Rohan. "Well, I agree with the Rohirrim way of judging a person by his horse." Bawuer lifted his chin up to look at Boromir with a cool expression. "Indeed," Boromir said. "I hope I can be honored to be called a friend of yours. And Ebon's, too."
Visibly, Bawuer relaxed. "You are a wise man, and it gives me hope to know that the men of Gondor are led by such a person."
The Captain of Gondor suddenly stiffened. "What do you mean?"
Bawuer tilted his head in a manner of curiosity. "I thought..." He looked the other up and down, examining the man on the horse carefully. "I never forget a face. Especially one who is..."
"The name is Lavlaisi, and I doubt you've ever seen me before," Boromir cut in. He felt his heart beat quicken its pace as Bawuer only stared at him in doubt.
"Lavlaisi?"
"Lavlaisi." Boromir got off Maiorama to stand next to the Rohirrim man. He changed the subject. "I'm hoping to leave my horse in the corral if it is possible."
"I was hoping you were going to say that," Bawuer answered smoothly. "Maybe then Ebon would try to be on his best conduct and follow along." Together the two men walked with their horses being pulled along.
Boromir saw that his companion was deep in thought. He had been almost afraid that Bawuer had recognized him. Fortunately, Boromir was happy that he had been able to dissuade the man from saying anything more.
"You are right," Bawuer said abruptly. "There is no possible way that you could be," the next words were spoken with a little smirk, "the person whom we won't refer to."
Feeling more than a little uncomfortable, Boromir did not reply. But inside his head, he was bothered with so many questions. How much did this man know? Had they indeed met before? And did this Bawuer actually know if he was the Captain of Gondor? It was better to remain silent, yet Boromir could not help but feel decidedly uneasy.
They had reached the fenced in area by then. A young lad came towards them and offered to take their horses. As they had both thought would happen, Ebon followed Maiorama without the slightest qualm. In amusement, Boromir watched as the two horses stayed close inside the corral.
"Where to are you going now... Lavlaisi."
Boromir looked at Bawuer out of the corner of his eye. "You say my name in the most unusual manner, lord skeptical."
"Yes, I admit freely that I am full of skepticism. But no matter. In my case I am headed for the caves, I was told that I should get my leg looked at." Bawuer turned to face Boromir. "Would you care to join me? I've heard that there is an Elf healer there, an Elf-maiden no less!"
Ah, the Isilme. Boromir had only to think a few moments to decide on whether to accept the other's invitation. "I for one am not foolish enough to pass up such a special chance."
Simultaneously the two turned away from the horses and they walked side by side. There was some silence before Bawuer began to speak. "So, I take it you're not from Gondor." Before Boromir could answer, the other was already continuing. "I've heard much about Denethor, the Steward residing in Minas Tirith. A very shrewd man, harsh and expects much from all his men."
Boromir stiffened but forced himself to remain silent. He hoped that the conversation would turn away to other subjects but Bawuer was insistent. "Ah, yes, there's also the eldest son, Boromir."
Biting his lip, Boromir pretended not to be upset but inside he was disturbed. Where was this man getting to?
"Boromir, Captain of Gondor. I have heard he is full of pride, an arrogant one."
'Don't do anything, don't say anything!' Boromir thought fervently.
Bawuer stopped speaking and watched his companion carefully. Boromir was thankful that the talk had ended.
Unfortunately, that was not the case. "But there is also another brother, a younger one. Faramir I believe his name to be."
Boromir froze and unconsciously closed his eyes, praying that the man of Rohan would not continue. If he said anything about his brother...
The blonde haired man had also stopped walking. "There are those who say that Faramir is weak, unworthy of being Captain to the Ithilien Ranger."
That did it. Boromir growled and reached out with his hands to grab the man by the front of his shirt. He brought him close, and with easy strength raised the man slightly from the ground so that they were face to face. "You know not what you speak of, you insolent cur! My bro..." The words caught in his throat as he realized he had almost said 'my brother'.
But in shock, he saw that Bawuer did not look afraid or frightened. Instead, the glint in his eye had returned, the same one he had when Boromir had asked if Ebon feared anything. But his mouth was curled up at the corners, and his expression was one of amusement.
It dawned suddenly upon Boromir. As if his hands had touched fired, Boromir let go of Bawuer. The man of Rohan had been goading him, the whole time! He knew Boromir's true identity.
"You knew all along."
Bawuer shrugged his shoulders. "I told you. I never forget a face. It has been a few years, but one cannot forget the face of the Captain of Gondor." He came to stand close to Boromir and stuck his hand out. "An honor to know you." He added in a whisper, "Boromir of Gondor."
Boromir took the proffered hand. "You must understand I have my reasons."
"Of that I am sure. And it would not be my place to question those reasons. Shall we?"
Truly this was a strange man, Boromir thought as they resumed their way to the caves. But before they had gone a few steps, Boromir felt a hand on his arm stop him.
"Would you like to know what I've really heard about the Steward and his sons?"
Boromir could only nod.
Bawuer spoke seriously. "It is true, I have heard that Denethor is a harsh man. But he is also considered to be a very intelligent man, both in the ways of man and battle.
"And I apologize for anything I might have said against Faramir. In truth, I have heard so many good things about him that I do not know where to begin. Well learned, he is considered more a scholar than a warrior."
The man smiled a rakish smile, one probably Boromir would see for many times to come. "As for Boromir..."
Boromir felt himself become nervous for he truly did not know what people thought of him.
"It is said, if anyone is to ever fall away from the hope for Gondor, he would be the last to stay true. If the enemy meets the forces of good in battle, he would be the last one standing. A warrior unmatched by strength or courage, all would follow him unto the death."
The man of Gondor turned away with some embarrassment. "That is only what they say," he said in all honesty and humility.
Bawuer nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, it is only hearsay." He moved so that they were meeting eye to eye, and Boromir saw that Bawuer was serious. "But I have seen and met Boromir, face to face. And do you know what I say?"
He waited for no answer as he said, "I believe everything they say is true. Again I say, an honor to meet you."
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Author's Note: So, did you like it? Bawuer's getting some more character development, isn't he? I was really thinking about the Rohirrim and their relationship with their horses. I was wondering, what do the others feel about Ebon and Bawuer? I bet that in a way they all king of make fun of Bawuer because it might be said that he can't handle his own horse. So I wanted to put a little more depth in that.
And Boromir angst! Well, not really angst but he's REALLY trouble now, isn't he? I mean, he believes he's done his duty, Saruman's army is defeated, Saruman can't be any more trouble, everything should be ok. So... why isn't Gandalf coming to Gondor, his homeland where the real trouble?
Next chapter, a confrontation between dear Boromir and Gandalf where they get some things straightened out. Hopefully, it'll come out as good as I'm hoping it does. Sorry if the update is a bit late because I'll probably be getting 'you know what' soon! ^_~
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