Boromir, Thou Shall Live
By Priscilla Stafford
Author's Note: Merry belated Christmas everyone! I hope you had a great Christmas, I DID! I got the DVD "Newsies" and I absolutely LOVE IT! Simply fantastic, so many cute, handsome, smart alec, tough, lovable guys in it who sing and dance! Did I mention they were cute? *wink!*
I'm so very, very sorry that it's been a while since I updated my newest chapter! It being Christmas and all, I've been very busy with caroling, practicing in my band, baking, Christmas shopping, schoolwork (yuck!), and entertaining guests who came to visit from the States.
Much thanks to iron-eyes24 who 'jolted' me into finishing up this new chapter. Hope you all love it. I know that there isn't much action in this chapter but I promise there's this really, REALLY cool scene I've figured out for our dear Boromir. So I hope that it will make up for any 'dullness' of recent chapters. I made this chapter a bit longer than usual. Enjoy!
My special thanks to my special, special reviewers are at the bottom of this chapter!
Chapter Twenty-Three: Departure from Helm's Deep
When they were just a short distance from the King and his entourage, Boromir and Gandalf parted ways without any more words spoken between them. Their only indication of saying farewell was the smile they shared between, one of promise to meet again.
Gandalf was the first to turn away and Boromir watched him walk towards Theoden. Then he himself turned his back upon the one person who knew what was going on in his heart.
Feeling a presence beside him, Boromir stopped and glanced towards Bawuer who had come up to walk next to him. With a smile he said, "I seemed to have acquired a second shadow since I have come to know you. I still have yet to decide whether this is a fact of good fortune or very bad luck"
Bawuer returned the other's smile with a grin. "My lord, good fortune it is of course. It is never bad luck to have a companion at hand."
Boromir quickly changed expression to one of seriousness. "I'm afraid we must now part ways, for I am to leave Helm's Deep."
As Boromir watched many different emotions show across Bauwer's face, he was surprised to find one emotion he had not expected to see; sadness. The emotion went by too quickly for most anyone to notice. Yet Boromir had at a young age learned to gauge people's reactions and he sensed Bawuer's feelings. For in some way, he also felt the same.
He pondered at the relationship the two of them had shared in the very short time they had been together. It was as if their meeting had not been one of chance, but a strange twist of fate in both of their favor. How he wished they did not have to part ways.
Bawuer was the first to speak and his words were dark indeed. "The better I will feel the sooner you arrive in Gondor. I feel that your journey will be a dark one indeed, of that I am sure for my heart tells me so."
He felt a cold chill run down his back with Bawuer's words but Boromir tried to shake off the feeling of apprehension. Boromir fixed Bawuer with a level gaze, his tone was one of no ridicule but of a strong curiosity. "Do you always trust your heart?"
Strangely enough, Bawuer's expression became guarded. "Someone once asked me the same question, but thankfully you did not ask with the amount of scorn the other had held for me."
"And what did you answer?"
The Rohirrim soldier lifted his chin in more than a little defiance. "I told him that at the time, my heart was the only thing I could trust."
Against his will, Boromir began to chuckle. They were much more alike than he had ever though, and Boromir found himself liking the other fellow more than before, if that was possible.
In the meantime, Bawuer's face had darkened and Boromir realized that he would have to explain the humor of the situation before they would become no longer friends. Boromir remembered the blonde haired man's pride and temper when they had first met, and that had only been over the man's horse! Who knows how much anger he would release if he believed that anyone was laughing at him?
Well, Boromir did not want to find out. "Peace, dear friend. I do not laugh at you, but at myself."
With much relief, Boromir watched as Bawuer visibly calmed. "Do you find it hard to trust your own heart?" Bawuer asked, puzzled.
"Nay, quite the opposite in fact, I find that I tend to trust in myself more than should be allowed." Absently Boromir brought his hand to touch the Elvish leaf brooch at the throat of his cloak. A gift given to all the members of the Fellowship. A symbol of what was supposed to be a unified bond full of trust. One that he had broken. "There are times when your heart is right, and others when it is wrong."
Grudgingly, Bawuer nodded. "A proper balance there should be in following your own heart and listening to the words of others. But," he added with a flash in his eyes which Boromir could only define as stubbornness, "though I hold no gift in foresight, I feel dark foreboding, not only for you, but for all of my kin. The land of Rohan is not a safe place until the ever seeing Eye has turned his gaze away from here."
As if of one mind, the two men looked towards the eastern sky towards far off Mordor. Again, a chill went down his spine and Boromir felt extremely ill at ease. But there was no way he was going to change his mind, Gondor was where he was needed.
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Eomer could not stand staying in one place too long. So only after speaking a few words to his uncle who had come out from within the stronghold, the young man had decided to wander through the Deep. More than anything, he wished to find someone to talk to, someone who would relate to him all that had happened since he had left Edoras.
As he walked around, his mind remained upon that of Lavlaisi. Where had that man of mystery disappeared to? He for one wanted to introduce the strange man to his uncle yet he seemed to have gone with the wind without a trace.
Aragorn had not known of Lavlaisi, yet Lavlaisi had known about the Ranger and his companions consisting of the Elf and Dwarf.
Lavlaisi was from Gondor, yet for some reason he was traveling through the land of Rohan.
He carried an Elvish sword, rode and Elvish horse, and walked with the confidence of commander of men.
So many facts, yet none of them came together to reveal to Eomer anything of supreme importance.
Eomer froze in his steps as he saw a dark cloaked figure, the hood pulled over to cover the face. Could it be... The figure turned slightly to show Eomer a brief profile of the man. With a smile, Eomer knew that he was correct to assume that the man was Lavlaisi in the flesh.
As Eomer walked towards the man, he saw that Lavlaisi seemed to be conversing with another man, a Rohirrim soldier. The Third Marshall of Rohan searched his memory to match a name with the face of the soldier. Eomer knew that to be a good leader of men, he would have to have a good relationship with the soldiers so he made sure to try knowing each of them, if not every one.
He was a little more than surprised to finally remember that the soldier's name was Bawuer. Bawuer had always struck him as a quiet, solitary man. A good soldier, yet he knew that not many knew much about him. But Eomer being who he was, a naturally curious and suspicious man, had asked around and discovered a little about Bawuer's history. What he had found out had been a surprise, yet he understood why Bawuer remained so quiet about his past. An interesting one, very likely a painful one for the man involved.
Both Lavlaisi and Bawuer reacted to Eomer's presence with much respect, Lavlaisi lowering his eyes slightly while Bauwer gave a slight bow. "My Lord Eomer."
"Lavlaisi. And Bawuer."
Bawuer acknowledged his name with a nod.
Eomer chose to stay focused on Lavlaisi. In the light of day, he could see more of the other's face and it was more obvious than ever that he was from Gondor. Once more he was struck by how much this Lavlaisi looked like the son of the Steward of Gondor. Again he reminded himself that it was just too impossible.
"I had wondered where you had disappeared to, Lord Lavlaisi. You do not strike me as the shy type."
Lavlaisi gave a very smile in response to Eomer's words. "Aye, that may be. But I felt as if my presence would be a hindrance to your reunion with your uncle."
Eomer shook his head. "A hindrance you are not or ever will be to the sister-son of the King of Rohan. So come, let me truly introduce you to the King. Yet but in all honesty I wish you will introduce yourself, to tell us your name and where you come from. But more important what brings you away from your homeland."
This time Lavlaisi seemed so amused by the young Rohirrim captain's words that he broke out in a big smile. "Hunger you still for the smallest of all details to who I am! Yet an introduction must wait for another time for I am hard pressed to resume my own journey."
The Third Marshall frowned. "To Gondor."
Lavlaisi only nodded and Eomer sighed, more in frustration than anything else. How this man seemed to always elude any questioning. Yet the man did say another time. "Lord Lavlaisi, I hope that what you say is a promise you will not break."
"A promise it is then." Lavlaisi put out his hand and Eomer took it in a firm handshake. Not letting go, Lavlaisi spoke. "Till we meet again."
"A friend you are to Eomer, son of Eomund, Third Marshall of the Riddermark," Eomer said in a serious tone. "You and your sons to come will ever be welcome in the land of Rohan." And Eomer meant it with all of his heart. Lavlaisi had proven in the short time they had met to be an honorable man to be respected. He would not take back what he had said.
The man of mystery had raised his eyes, understanding the importance in what Eomer had said. Suddenly his expression became very serious and Eomer felt the other grip his hand harder. "And you Eomer, and your sons to come, will forever be called a friend in my house. Thus says I. Lavlaisi."
For some reason, Lavlaisi's words struck Eomer straight into his heart and he knew not why. He wondered again who this man really was, a common soldier in the Gondorrin army? Or a lord of Gondor? In either case, Eomer knew that this man's promise was one with the weight of responsibility.
In the corner of his eye, Eomer saw that Bawuer raise his eyebrows, his expression startled. Suspiciously he wondered how much Bawuer knew of Lavlaisi. In fact they seemed to be talking like old friends when he had chanced upon the two...
Bawuer, seeing that he was being watched and not liking it, spoke up. "Lavlaisi, allow me to go get Maiorama. I feel that it should be my duty as it I feel it my responsibility that Ebon does not lose his temper."
Lavlaisi and Eomer pulled away their hands at the same time. "Thank you Bawuer. I go to say goodbye to a few more... people." Eomer did not comprehend Lavlaisi's strange emphasis on the word 'people', but Bawuer seemed to understand for the man smirked slightly with some humor.
A plan formed in Eomer. It was the perfect opportunity to question the soldier's knowledge of Lavlaisi. Before Bawuer could take his leave, Eomer said, "I wish not to keep you any further. But please allow me, Lord Lavlaisi, to make sure you are well supplied in your journey." He gestured towards to the solider. "I will go with Bawuer to take care of everything."
Bawuer seemed to sense all that was going on in Eomer's mind and hid a grimace well, but Eomer had still caught sight of the grimace. So, this man did know something. Eomer was determined to find out all.
"I thank your generosity," Lavlaisi said. Greenish-grey eyes met hazel green eyes in a friendly combat of wills. After a few moments Eomer could only smile and the look was returned. They both knew that there was no way one would let the other win. A truce was the best solution as friends.
"Farewell, Lavlaisi."
"Farewell, Eomer." The two turned away at the same time, a sort of soldier's agreement to not get the better of the other. Lavlaisi to wherever his mysterious path lay, and Eomer on a mission to find out exactly why Lavlaisi chose to remain a secret.
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As the song of farewell the Elves had sung faded into the vast sky above, Haldir was finally able to open his eyes to the scene before him. In front lay the bodies of his kinsmen, buried beneath the ground. Forever to lay asleep, never to awaken, never again to see the beauty of Lothlorien.
"At peace, my brethren," Haldir whispered. 'And hopefully some of that peace will find its way into my heart,' he thought.
He felt an encouraging hand upon his shoulder and he did not have to turn to know that it was Rumil. As brothers they shared a special bond and Haldir knew that just as he could feel the pain from his brother, Rumil could also feel his pain.
Haldir looked down at Isilme whom he was holding close against himself in a protective manner. Though she was not openly crying, he watched a single tear find a path down her cheek. Before the tear could drop from her cheek, he moved his hand and used a finger to catch it.
She looked up into his eyes and Haldir saw that there was not as much sadness as he thought she would have. Then he realized that she was trying, no, remaining strong for his sake. And for that reason he would ever be grateful.
He smiled down at her and was graced with a look of pure love sent to him. Haldir with Isilme still in his arms turned away from the burial site.
"That was a lovely song," Isilme said quietly.
The Elf Captain answered, "Yes, I shall never forget it. I shall never forget this day."
Leaving behind the others, they remained silent for a long time as they began walking aimlessly until they reached a quiet spot near the Deeping stream. Once they had stopped, Haldir turned Isilme towards him so that they stood facing each other. Nothing was spoken, yet in silent agreement their lips met.
Within that kiss, Haldir felt the stress and strain of the funeral leave his body to find comfort. Maybe, just maybe, someday all the pain will evaporate until it never came back. For now, he would find a requite in Isilme to forget the world outside the circle of their love.
But their peace and quiet was interrupted by someone clearing his throat. Haldir and Isilme broke apart to face their interruption, Haldir with more than a little impatience. But impatience soon became delight as he recognized the smiling person standing quite close to them.
"You had promised to wake me before too much time has passed, dear Isilme! I would have slept the whole day away! Yet I can understand that you have been, um... distracted."
Isilme smiled as she went to give Boromir a friendly hug. "I had not forgotten about you, though I may have been distracted. I thought you needed more rest."
Haldir said in mock surprise, "I see, I am only a distraction?"
The Elf maiden moved away from Boromir to come back into the arms of Haldir. "I'm only repeating what he said, my love."
Boromir shook his head and gave Haldir a look of pity. "I feel for you Haldir. She is already calling you 'my love'. And besides that, she already has the ring you gave her." Boromir smirked slightly. "When is the wedding?"
Haldir saw that Isilme was as embarrassed as he himself was. He tried to hide it by trying to change the subject. "Isilme had told me that you were here. And under the name Lavlaisi. Appropriate."
It was Boromir's turn to look a bit uncomfortable. "I only came to say farewell, for I am leaving as soon as possible."
Not surprised at all, Haldir nodded. "I understand."
"I needed to say thank you for Maiorama, and was hoping you would allow me to have her companionship a little while longer," Boromir asked.
Haldir laid a hand on Boromir's shoulder. "If Maiorama hasn't unseated you by this time, that means she has accepted you. And that is all I need to know. I am only sorry I cannot join you as a fellow companion. I hope Maiorama is enough."
"She is the perfect companion under the circumstances," Boromir remarked.
Isilme went lay a hand on Boromir's arm. "I pray to the Valar you may have a safe trip. And I hope that all is well for you back in your home," she whispered in his ear.
Boromir reached out to gently squeeze her hand. "Thank you," he whispered back.
"You are gwador now to Haldir and me," Isilme continued, her tone serious. "'Sworn brother.'"
"Gwador," Boromir spoke carefully.
The Elf maiden said, "And I am your gwathel."
The Gondorrin warrior gave her what could only be called a rakish smile. "I always wanted a sister. A younger sister, but you will do."
Haldir joined in the laughter with his two of his favorite people in the whole of Middle Earth. The sadness of parting was pushed aside as the three friends forgot the gloom of war for a moment in time.
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Bawuer felt decidedly uncomfortable as he leaped over the makeshift fence into the enclosure for the horses. He knew Eomer was watching him closely so he tried to be nonchalant. For most of his life he had good practice in acting indifferent to others and hoped that practice made perfect.
Throughout the short walk to the stables, Eomer had asked question upon question about Lavlaisi. Bawuer had to concentrate hard to make sure he let nothing slip. Eomer, obviously seeing that Bawuer was not going to reveal all, had finally become quiet though he still followed the soldier.
During the silence, Bawuer thought about all that had happened that day. He would miss Boromir, that was for certain. He had felt a sort of bonding towards the warrior, the kind of friendship bond he had missed. He had never fitted in with the men of Rohan, but it was more his fault than others. Bawuer wondered if it was because of heritage. Or maybe it was just because the kind of upbringing he had.
He had been glad to reach the stables and forget the memories of the past he wished had never resurfaced. Finding Maiorama and Ebon towards the edge of the enclosure, Bawuer gave a sharp whistle. Thankfully, being around Maiorama had Ebon is a good mood and the black stallion came to Bawuer without any qualms, Maiorama following docilely behind.
"I'm sorry Ebon but it's time to say good bye to your lady friend now," Bawuer said as he began putting the bridle he had brought on Maiorama. Ebon, sensing that something wasn't right, began butting his head against Bawuer.
Trying to ignore the prodding, Bawuer lead Maiorama towards the gate where he had left Maiorama's saddle. As he knew would happen, Ebon followed closely behind, occasionally pushing against Bawuer.
"Stop it, Ebon!" The Rohirrim soldier looked round to see if anyone was watching. Fortunately, Eomer was talking to another person, probably about the supplies needed.
Ebon was more than a little upset by the time they reached the gate. The black horse repeatedly body slammed into Bawuer and tried blocking the way out.
Quickly becoming exasperated, he hissed, "Cursed beast, behave yourself!"
"Do you need any help?" Bawuer heard Eomer call out.
"No problem," Bawuer lied, and narrowly got Maiorama outside the enclosure without being bitten.
"So, you have met Lavlaisi before?" Eomer inquired.
"You have already asked the same question, my lord," the soldier answered, putting the saddle upon Maiorama.
"And your answer was again..."
"No." 'Well, at least I'm telling the truth,' Bawuer thought to himself. Yet he was most uncomfortable having to evade Eomer's question.
Eomer sighed. "You are not telling me everything, of that I am sure. All I can say is that you two must be good friends enough so that you will protect his identity."
Bawuer felt the best thing to do was remain silent, which he did.
Two young lads came up, bringing with them saddlebags and other supplies. Bawuer in suspiciously said, "That is enough for a few travelers, not one."
"Indeed," Eomer said as he thanked the lads who left the gear to go on other errands. "I want you to travel with Lavlaisi."
"What?" Bawuer said in astonishment.
"Lavlaisi needs someone to keep an eye on him, and in a way I need someone to keep an eye on him also."
Bawuer stammered, "But, but my lord. You wish me to spy on him?"
His words made Eomer laugh. "Nay, not spy. I just wish for him to have a companion. As you know, until this war is over it is not safe for one to travel alone."
Knowing that the other was right, Bawuer still tried to comprehend the situation. "My lord, why me?"
The Third Marshall cocked his head. "So many questions. Well, it is my turn not to answer."
In embarrassment Bawuer bowed his head down. "Forgive me, it is not really my place to question you."
"But it is your place not to answer my questions?" Eomer said in amusement. "No, there is nothing to forgive. I will speak to your captain about where you have gone. Stay with Lavlaisi until he is no longer in need of your companionship."
Bawuer bowed slightly. "Thank you."
"Farewell, a safe journey to you." With that, the king's sister-son left.
Bawuer went over to the gate. "Well Ebon. It seems you will get to see Maiorama a little more than you had though." Ebon gave him a doubtful look which soon changed to one of jubilance as Bawuer took his horse out of the fenced in area.
Saddling Ebon up quickly and loading the supplies on the horses, Bawuer led the horses till where he had last seen Boromir. The Gondorin warrior not being anywhere in sight, he had to walk a ways to see that Boromir was standing near the Deeping stream. Not surprised to see that Boromir was speaking to Isilme and the Elf named Haldir, Bawuer walked up to them.
Boromir turned and in surprise looked at the two horses all saddled up. Bawuer hastened to speak first, "Eomer feels that this mysterious 'Lavlaisi' needs some looking after." Bawuer tried to hide his anxiousness, for he feared how Boromir would react. He remembered Boromir saying that he needed no bodyguard. How would he feel having him travel along with him?
But all fears were laid to rest as Boromir smiled broadly. "Ah, so Eomer wants you to spy on me, is that it?"
Knowing that the words were spoken in jest, Bawuer replied likewise. "I also asked him the same thing. He assured me that it wasn't true though I doubt it."
Bawuer nodded towards the two Elves. "A pleasure to see you again." He particularly looked at Isilme, and saw that she seemed relieved. Remembering how she had made him promise to take care of Boromir, he understood. Her relief was from knowing that he would travel with the warrior.
"You know of Haldir?" Boromir asked.
"He is the one who rode my Ebon into battle."
Haldir nodded in acknowledgment. "Pleasure to see you again, too. And even more a pleasure to know that you will travel with Boromir. Take good care of him, he is attracted to trouble as a moth is attracted to the flame."
There was laughter all around. Boromir, anxious to leave and after saying so, clasped hands with Haldir. "You must visit Minas Tirith, gwador."
"I shall."
Boromir next took Isilme in his arms. "Sweet Isilme, my gwathel, farewell." Isilme kissed him on the cheek in response.
The Gondorin warrior turned to mount Maiorama and Bawuer moved also to Ebon's side when he felt a hand on his arm. It was Isilme, and the expression on her face was serious. "Remember my promise."
Solemnly Bawuer answered, "I will remember."
Her lips turned upwards and she moved forward to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Take care."
Mounting Ebon and with a final wave to the Elves, Boromir and Bawuer set off in a walk. "Boromir, you are not planning in going through those trees, are you?"
"Nay," he chuckled, "I plan on leaving in the way I arrived, over the ridge."
The Rohirrim soldier breathed easier knowing that the strange trees would be left well enough alone.
"Bawuer?"
Bawuer turned to look at his traveling companion. "Yes, my lord."
"Thank you." And in those two words, Bawuer felt Boromir had conveyed more than a dozen words would have. He smiled.
"My pleasure, my lord. My pleasure."
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Author's Note: So, Boromir has finally left Helm's Deep! What awaits him now? Don't worry, I have plenty of plans for our handsome, utterly 'kakkoi' Gondorrin warrior. *grins evilly* I hoped you all liked this new chapter! Hopefully the next chapter should come out soon but I'm not making any promises. I'll be trying my best though!
As some people may have picked up, Bawuer has some sort of 'past'. Hee hee, some more suspense! I hope you're pleased that he'll be joining Boromir in his adventures. They'll be partners, don't you think?
One question for all my readers. In this chapter I switched viewpoints a lot, I wrote in the four different viewpoints. Do you mind that at all? I was wondering if it bothered you guys at all, if you would rather I tried keeping in as few viewpoints as possible.
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*Wolfgangsg9* ~ Hewo! Thanks for reviewing again! Here's a new posting, another new chapter! Hope you like it!
By Priscilla Stafford
Author's Note: Merry belated Christmas everyone! I hope you had a great Christmas, I DID! I got the DVD "Newsies" and I absolutely LOVE IT! Simply fantastic, so many cute, handsome, smart alec, tough, lovable guys in it who sing and dance! Did I mention they were cute? *wink!*
I'm so very, very sorry that it's been a while since I updated my newest chapter! It being Christmas and all, I've been very busy with caroling, practicing in my band, baking, Christmas shopping, schoolwork (yuck!), and entertaining guests who came to visit from the States.
Much thanks to iron-eyes24 who 'jolted' me into finishing up this new chapter. Hope you all love it. I know that there isn't much action in this chapter but I promise there's this really, REALLY cool scene I've figured out for our dear Boromir. So I hope that it will make up for any 'dullness' of recent chapters. I made this chapter a bit longer than usual. Enjoy!
My special thanks to my special, special reviewers are at the bottom of this chapter!
Chapter Twenty-Three: Departure from Helm's Deep
When they were just a short distance from the King and his entourage, Boromir and Gandalf parted ways without any more words spoken between them. Their only indication of saying farewell was the smile they shared between, one of promise to meet again.
Gandalf was the first to turn away and Boromir watched him walk towards Theoden. Then he himself turned his back upon the one person who knew what was going on in his heart.
Feeling a presence beside him, Boromir stopped and glanced towards Bawuer who had come up to walk next to him. With a smile he said, "I seemed to have acquired a second shadow since I have come to know you. I still have yet to decide whether this is a fact of good fortune or very bad luck"
Bawuer returned the other's smile with a grin. "My lord, good fortune it is of course. It is never bad luck to have a companion at hand."
Boromir quickly changed expression to one of seriousness. "I'm afraid we must now part ways, for I am to leave Helm's Deep."
As Boromir watched many different emotions show across Bauwer's face, he was surprised to find one emotion he had not expected to see; sadness. The emotion went by too quickly for most anyone to notice. Yet Boromir had at a young age learned to gauge people's reactions and he sensed Bawuer's feelings. For in some way, he also felt the same.
He pondered at the relationship the two of them had shared in the very short time they had been together. It was as if their meeting had not been one of chance, but a strange twist of fate in both of their favor. How he wished they did not have to part ways.
Bawuer was the first to speak and his words were dark indeed. "The better I will feel the sooner you arrive in Gondor. I feel that your journey will be a dark one indeed, of that I am sure for my heart tells me so."
He felt a cold chill run down his back with Bawuer's words but Boromir tried to shake off the feeling of apprehension. Boromir fixed Bawuer with a level gaze, his tone was one of no ridicule but of a strong curiosity. "Do you always trust your heart?"
Strangely enough, Bawuer's expression became guarded. "Someone once asked me the same question, but thankfully you did not ask with the amount of scorn the other had held for me."
"And what did you answer?"
The Rohirrim soldier lifted his chin in more than a little defiance. "I told him that at the time, my heart was the only thing I could trust."
Against his will, Boromir began to chuckle. They were much more alike than he had ever though, and Boromir found himself liking the other fellow more than before, if that was possible.
In the meantime, Bawuer's face had darkened and Boromir realized that he would have to explain the humor of the situation before they would become no longer friends. Boromir remembered the blonde haired man's pride and temper when they had first met, and that had only been over the man's horse! Who knows how much anger he would release if he believed that anyone was laughing at him?
Well, Boromir did not want to find out. "Peace, dear friend. I do not laugh at you, but at myself."
With much relief, Boromir watched as Bawuer visibly calmed. "Do you find it hard to trust your own heart?" Bawuer asked, puzzled.
"Nay, quite the opposite in fact, I find that I tend to trust in myself more than should be allowed." Absently Boromir brought his hand to touch the Elvish leaf brooch at the throat of his cloak. A gift given to all the members of the Fellowship. A symbol of what was supposed to be a unified bond full of trust. One that he had broken. "There are times when your heart is right, and others when it is wrong."
Grudgingly, Bawuer nodded. "A proper balance there should be in following your own heart and listening to the words of others. But," he added with a flash in his eyes which Boromir could only define as stubbornness, "though I hold no gift in foresight, I feel dark foreboding, not only for you, but for all of my kin. The land of Rohan is not a safe place until the ever seeing Eye has turned his gaze away from here."
As if of one mind, the two men looked towards the eastern sky towards far off Mordor. Again, a chill went down his spine and Boromir felt extremely ill at ease. But there was no way he was going to change his mind, Gondor was where he was needed.
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Eomer could not stand staying in one place too long. So only after speaking a few words to his uncle who had come out from within the stronghold, the young man had decided to wander through the Deep. More than anything, he wished to find someone to talk to, someone who would relate to him all that had happened since he had left Edoras.
As he walked around, his mind remained upon that of Lavlaisi. Where had that man of mystery disappeared to? He for one wanted to introduce the strange man to his uncle yet he seemed to have gone with the wind without a trace.
Aragorn had not known of Lavlaisi, yet Lavlaisi had known about the Ranger and his companions consisting of the Elf and Dwarf.
Lavlaisi was from Gondor, yet for some reason he was traveling through the land of Rohan.
He carried an Elvish sword, rode and Elvish horse, and walked with the confidence of commander of men.
So many facts, yet none of them came together to reveal to Eomer anything of supreme importance.
Eomer froze in his steps as he saw a dark cloaked figure, the hood pulled over to cover the face. Could it be... The figure turned slightly to show Eomer a brief profile of the man. With a smile, Eomer knew that he was correct to assume that the man was Lavlaisi in the flesh.
As Eomer walked towards the man, he saw that Lavlaisi seemed to be conversing with another man, a Rohirrim soldier. The Third Marshall of Rohan searched his memory to match a name with the face of the soldier. Eomer knew that to be a good leader of men, he would have to have a good relationship with the soldiers so he made sure to try knowing each of them, if not every one.
He was a little more than surprised to finally remember that the soldier's name was Bawuer. Bawuer had always struck him as a quiet, solitary man. A good soldier, yet he knew that not many knew much about him. But Eomer being who he was, a naturally curious and suspicious man, had asked around and discovered a little about Bawuer's history. What he had found out had been a surprise, yet he understood why Bawuer remained so quiet about his past. An interesting one, very likely a painful one for the man involved.
Both Lavlaisi and Bawuer reacted to Eomer's presence with much respect, Lavlaisi lowering his eyes slightly while Bauwer gave a slight bow. "My Lord Eomer."
"Lavlaisi. And Bawuer."
Bawuer acknowledged his name with a nod.
Eomer chose to stay focused on Lavlaisi. In the light of day, he could see more of the other's face and it was more obvious than ever that he was from Gondor. Once more he was struck by how much this Lavlaisi looked like the son of the Steward of Gondor. Again he reminded himself that it was just too impossible.
"I had wondered where you had disappeared to, Lord Lavlaisi. You do not strike me as the shy type."
Lavlaisi gave a very smile in response to Eomer's words. "Aye, that may be. But I felt as if my presence would be a hindrance to your reunion with your uncle."
Eomer shook his head. "A hindrance you are not or ever will be to the sister-son of the King of Rohan. So come, let me truly introduce you to the King. Yet but in all honesty I wish you will introduce yourself, to tell us your name and where you come from. But more important what brings you away from your homeland."
This time Lavlaisi seemed so amused by the young Rohirrim captain's words that he broke out in a big smile. "Hunger you still for the smallest of all details to who I am! Yet an introduction must wait for another time for I am hard pressed to resume my own journey."
The Third Marshall frowned. "To Gondor."
Lavlaisi only nodded and Eomer sighed, more in frustration than anything else. How this man seemed to always elude any questioning. Yet the man did say another time. "Lord Lavlaisi, I hope that what you say is a promise you will not break."
"A promise it is then." Lavlaisi put out his hand and Eomer took it in a firm handshake. Not letting go, Lavlaisi spoke. "Till we meet again."
"A friend you are to Eomer, son of Eomund, Third Marshall of the Riddermark," Eomer said in a serious tone. "You and your sons to come will ever be welcome in the land of Rohan." And Eomer meant it with all of his heart. Lavlaisi had proven in the short time they had met to be an honorable man to be respected. He would not take back what he had said.
The man of mystery had raised his eyes, understanding the importance in what Eomer had said. Suddenly his expression became very serious and Eomer felt the other grip his hand harder. "And you Eomer, and your sons to come, will forever be called a friend in my house. Thus says I. Lavlaisi."
For some reason, Lavlaisi's words struck Eomer straight into his heart and he knew not why. He wondered again who this man really was, a common soldier in the Gondorrin army? Or a lord of Gondor? In either case, Eomer knew that this man's promise was one with the weight of responsibility.
In the corner of his eye, Eomer saw that Bawuer raise his eyebrows, his expression startled. Suspiciously he wondered how much Bawuer knew of Lavlaisi. In fact they seemed to be talking like old friends when he had chanced upon the two...
Bawuer, seeing that he was being watched and not liking it, spoke up. "Lavlaisi, allow me to go get Maiorama. I feel that it should be my duty as it I feel it my responsibility that Ebon does not lose his temper."
Lavlaisi and Eomer pulled away their hands at the same time. "Thank you Bawuer. I go to say goodbye to a few more... people." Eomer did not comprehend Lavlaisi's strange emphasis on the word 'people', but Bawuer seemed to understand for the man smirked slightly with some humor.
A plan formed in Eomer. It was the perfect opportunity to question the soldier's knowledge of Lavlaisi. Before Bawuer could take his leave, Eomer said, "I wish not to keep you any further. But please allow me, Lord Lavlaisi, to make sure you are well supplied in your journey." He gestured towards to the solider. "I will go with Bawuer to take care of everything."
Bawuer seemed to sense all that was going on in Eomer's mind and hid a grimace well, but Eomer had still caught sight of the grimace. So, this man did know something. Eomer was determined to find out all.
"I thank your generosity," Lavlaisi said. Greenish-grey eyes met hazel green eyes in a friendly combat of wills. After a few moments Eomer could only smile and the look was returned. They both knew that there was no way one would let the other win. A truce was the best solution as friends.
"Farewell, Lavlaisi."
"Farewell, Eomer." The two turned away at the same time, a sort of soldier's agreement to not get the better of the other. Lavlaisi to wherever his mysterious path lay, and Eomer on a mission to find out exactly why Lavlaisi chose to remain a secret.
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As the song of farewell the Elves had sung faded into the vast sky above, Haldir was finally able to open his eyes to the scene before him. In front lay the bodies of his kinsmen, buried beneath the ground. Forever to lay asleep, never to awaken, never again to see the beauty of Lothlorien.
"At peace, my brethren," Haldir whispered. 'And hopefully some of that peace will find its way into my heart,' he thought.
He felt an encouraging hand upon his shoulder and he did not have to turn to know that it was Rumil. As brothers they shared a special bond and Haldir knew that just as he could feel the pain from his brother, Rumil could also feel his pain.
Haldir looked down at Isilme whom he was holding close against himself in a protective manner. Though she was not openly crying, he watched a single tear find a path down her cheek. Before the tear could drop from her cheek, he moved his hand and used a finger to catch it.
She looked up into his eyes and Haldir saw that there was not as much sadness as he thought she would have. Then he realized that she was trying, no, remaining strong for his sake. And for that reason he would ever be grateful.
He smiled down at her and was graced with a look of pure love sent to him. Haldir with Isilme still in his arms turned away from the burial site.
"That was a lovely song," Isilme said quietly.
The Elf Captain answered, "Yes, I shall never forget it. I shall never forget this day."
Leaving behind the others, they remained silent for a long time as they began walking aimlessly until they reached a quiet spot near the Deeping stream. Once they had stopped, Haldir turned Isilme towards him so that they stood facing each other. Nothing was spoken, yet in silent agreement their lips met.
Within that kiss, Haldir felt the stress and strain of the funeral leave his body to find comfort. Maybe, just maybe, someday all the pain will evaporate until it never came back. For now, he would find a requite in Isilme to forget the world outside the circle of their love.
But their peace and quiet was interrupted by someone clearing his throat. Haldir and Isilme broke apart to face their interruption, Haldir with more than a little impatience. But impatience soon became delight as he recognized the smiling person standing quite close to them.
"You had promised to wake me before too much time has passed, dear Isilme! I would have slept the whole day away! Yet I can understand that you have been, um... distracted."
Isilme smiled as she went to give Boromir a friendly hug. "I had not forgotten about you, though I may have been distracted. I thought you needed more rest."
Haldir said in mock surprise, "I see, I am only a distraction?"
The Elf maiden moved away from Boromir to come back into the arms of Haldir. "I'm only repeating what he said, my love."
Boromir shook his head and gave Haldir a look of pity. "I feel for you Haldir. She is already calling you 'my love'. And besides that, she already has the ring you gave her." Boromir smirked slightly. "When is the wedding?"
Haldir saw that Isilme was as embarrassed as he himself was. He tried to hide it by trying to change the subject. "Isilme had told me that you were here. And under the name Lavlaisi. Appropriate."
It was Boromir's turn to look a bit uncomfortable. "I only came to say farewell, for I am leaving as soon as possible."
Not surprised at all, Haldir nodded. "I understand."
"I needed to say thank you for Maiorama, and was hoping you would allow me to have her companionship a little while longer," Boromir asked.
Haldir laid a hand on Boromir's shoulder. "If Maiorama hasn't unseated you by this time, that means she has accepted you. And that is all I need to know. I am only sorry I cannot join you as a fellow companion. I hope Maiorama is enough."
"She is the perfect companion under the circumstances," Boromir remarked.
Isilme went lay a hand on Boromir's arm. "I pray to the Valar you may have a safe trip. And I hope that all is well for you back in your home," she whispered in his ear.
Boromir reached out to gently squeeze her hand. "Thank you," he whispered back.
"You are gwador now to Haldir and me," Isilme continued, her tone serious. "'Sworn brother.'"
"Gwador," Boromir spoke carefully.
The Elf maiden said, "And I am your gwathel."
The Gondorrin warrior gave her what could only be called a rakish smile. "I always wanted a sister. A younger sister, but you will do."
Haldir joined in the laughter with his two of his favorite people in the whole of Middle Earth. The sadness of parting was pushed aside as the three friends forgot the gloom of war for a moment in time.
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Bawuer felt decidedly uncomfortable as he leaped over the makeshift fence into the enclosure for the horses. He knew Eomer was watching him closely so he tried to be nonchalant. For most of his life he had good practice in acting indifferent to others and hoped that practice made perfect.
Throughout the short walk to the stables, Eomer had asked question upon question about Lavlaisi. Bawuer had to concentrate hard to make sure he let nothing slip. Eomer, obviously seeing that Bawuer was not going to reveal all, had finally become quiet though he still followed the soldier.
During the silence, Bawuer thought about all that had happened that day. He would miss Boromir, that was for certain. He had felt a sort of bonding towards the warrior, the kind of friendship bond he had missed. He had never fitted in with the men of Rohan, but it was more his fault than others. Bawuer wondered if it was because of heritage. Or maybe it was just because the kind of upbringing he had.
He had been glad to reach the stables and forget the memories of the past he wished had never resurfaced. Finding Maiorama and Ebon towards the edge of the enclosure, Bawuer gave a sharp whistle. Thankfully, being around Maiorama had Ebon is a good mood and the black stallion came to Bawuer without any qualms, Maiorama following docilely behind.
"I'm sorry Ebon but it's time to say good bye to your lady friend now," Bawuer said as he began putting the bridle he had brought on Maiorama. Ebon, sensing that something wasn't right, began butting his head against Bawuer.
Trying to ignore the prodding, Bawuer lead Maiorama towards the gate where he had left Maiorama's saddle. As he knew would happen, Ebon followed closely behind, occasionally pushing against Bawuer.
"Stop it, Ebon!" The Rohirrim soldier looked round to see if anyone was watching. Fortunately, Eomer was talking to another person, probably about the supplies needed.
Ebon was more than a little upset by the time they reached the gate. The black horse repeatedly body slammed into Bawuer and tried blocking the way out.
Quickly becoming exasperated, he hissed, "Cursed beast, behave yourself!"
"Do you need any help?" Bawuer heard Eomer call out.
"No problem," Bawuer lied, and narrowly got Maiorama outside the enclosure without being bitten.
"So, you have met Lavlaisi before?" Eomer inquired.
"You have already asked the same question, my lord," the soldier answered, putting the saddle upon Maiorama.
"And your answer was again..."
"No." 'Well, at least I'm telling the truth,' Bawuer thought to himself. Yet he was most uncomfortable having to evade Eomer's question.
Eomer sighed. "You are not telling me everything, of that I am sure. All I can say is that you two must be good friends enough so that you will protect his identity."
Bawuer felt the best thing to do was remain silent, which he did.
Two young lads came up, bringing with them saddlebags and other supplies. Bawuer in suspiciously said, "That is enough for a few travelers, not one."
"Indeed," Eomer said as he thanked the lads who left the gear to go on other errands. "I want you to travel with Lavlaisi."
"What?" Bawuer said in astonishment.
"Lavlaisi needs someone to keep an eye on him, and in a way I need someone to keep an eye on him also."
Bawuer stammered, "But, but my lord. You wish me to spy on him?"
His words made Eomer laugh. "Nay, not spy. I just wish for him to have a companion. As you know, until this war is over it is not safe for one to travel alone."
Knowing that the other was right, Bawuer still tried to comprehend the situation. "My lord, why me?"
The Third Marshall cocked his head. "So many questions. Well, it is my turn not to answer."
In embarrassment Bawuer bowed his head down. "Forgive me, it is not really my place to question you."
"But it is your place not to answer my questions?" Eomer said in amusement. "No, there is nothing to forgive. I will speak to your captain about where you have gone. Stay with Lavlaisi until he is no longer in need of your companionship."
Bawuer bowed slightly. "Thank you."
"Farewell, a safe journey to you." With that, the king's sister-son left.
Bawuer went over to the gate. "Well Ebon. It seems you will get to see Maiorama a little more than you had though." Ebon gave him a doubtful look which soon changed to one of jubilance as Bawuer took his horse out of the fenced in area.
Saddling Ebon up quickly and loading the supplies on the horses, Bawuer led the horses till where he had last seen Boromir. The Gondorin warrior not being anywhere in sight, he had to walk a ways to see that Boromir was standing near the Deeping stream. Not surprised to see that Boromir was speaking to Isilme and the Elf named Haldir, Bawuer walked up to them.
Boromir turned and in surprise looked at the two horses all saddled up. Bawuer hastened to speak first, "Eomer feels that this mysterious 'Lavlaisi' needs some looking after." Bawuer tried to hide his anxiousness, for he feared how Boromir would react. He remembered Boromir saying that he needed no bodyguard. How would he feel having him travel along with him?
But all fears were laid to rest as Boromir smiled broadly. "Ah, so Eomer wants you to spy on me, is that it?"
Knowing that the words were spoken in jest, Bawuer replied likewise. "I also asked him the same thing. He assured me that it wasn't true though I doubt it."
Bawuer nodded towards the two Elves. "A pleasure to see you again." He particularly looked at Isilme, and saw that she seemed relieved. Remembering how she had made him promise to take care of Boromir, he understood. Her relief was from knowing that he would travel with the warrior.
"You know of Haldir?" Boromir asked.
"He is the one who rode my Ebon into battle."
Haldir nodded in acknowledgment. "Pleasure to see you again, too. And even more a pleasure to know that you will travel with Boromir. Take good care of him, he is attracted to trouble as a moth is attracted to the flame."
There was laughter all around. Boromir, anxious to leave and after saying so, clasped hands with Haldir. "You must visit Minas Tirith, gwador."
"I shall."
Boromir next took Isilme in his arms. "Sweet Isilme, my gwathel, farewell." Isilme kissed him on the cheek in response.
The Gondorin warrior turned to mount Maiorama and Bawuer moved also to Ebon's side when he felt a hand on his arm. It was Isilme, and the expression on her face was serious. "Remember my promise."
Solemnly Bawuer answered, "I will remember."
Her lips turned upwards and she moved forward to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Take care."
Mounting Ebon and with a final wave to the Elves, Boromir and Bawuer set off in a walk. "Boromir, you are not planning in going through those trees, are you?"
"Nay," he chuckled, "I plan on leaving in the way I arrived, over the ridge."
The Rohirrim soldier breathed easier knowing that the strange trees would be left well enough alone.
"Bawuer?"
Bawuer turned to look at his traveling companion. "Yes, my lord."
"Thank you." And in those two words, Bawuer felt Boromir had conveyed more than a dozen words would have. He smiled.
"My pleasure, my lord. My pleasure."
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Author's Note: So, Boromir has finally left Helm's Deep! What awaits him now? Don't worry, I have plenty of plans for our handsome, utterly 'kakkoi' Gondorrin warrior. *grins evilly* I hoped you all liked this new chapter! Hopefully the next chapter should come out soon but I'm not making any promises. I'll be trying my best though!
As some people may have picked up, Bawuer has some sort of 'past'. Hee hee, some more suspense! I hope you're pleased that he'll be joining Boromir in his adventures. They'll be partners, don't you think?
One question for all my readers. In this chapter I switched viewpoints a lot, I wrote in the four different viewpoints. Do you mind that at all? I was wondering if it bothered you guys at all, if you would rather I tried keeping in as few viewpoints as possible.
Special thanks to:
*Spry Sprite* ~ I'm soo flattered that you would take the time to write an e-mail when the review thingie wasn't working! Thank you so much! So glad you enjoyed chapter 22, it was actually lots of fun to write, Gandalf turned out like sort of a 'father figure' to Boromir, but the image works for me. I'm so sorry I haven't reviewed chapter 25 for your story, I read it but I couldn't write a review! It's been so busy, then today was finally a free day, I spend the WHOLE day writing chapter 23. I'm glad I finally finished it for you! After updating this, I'll review your newest chapter! Keep up the story! Thanks for also reading my short story, "Who Shall Take the Road". I might make an epilogue for it!
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*Daisy Brambleburr* ~ I'm really glad you like the Gandalf conversation in the previous chapter! He's such a lovable character! Boromir's dad being Denethor and all, Boromir doesn't really get a chance to interact in such 'father-son' like conversations so I decided to give him a chance. *smiles*! I hope you liked this chapter!
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*Alex92* ~ In all actuality, I've never seen any of the Buffy episodes. Strange I know, but the series never came to Japan. Hee hee! You called Boromir 'Bori-pooh'! That's sooo funny! Yeah, the Gandalf/Boromir scene was a sort of father and son sort of thingy.
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