Boromir, Thou Shall Live
By pmochizuki
Author's Note: Wow, I've finished a chapter in less than a week! Are you all surprised? :P This quickly updated chapter is to try and compensate for always taking so long to give you guys new chapters; hope you enjoy reading this! Much happens in the chapter: two character points-of-views in Dunharrow, and two more character points-of-views in Ithilien!
Oh, yes, I wanted to put this chapter out quickly so this is an UN-beta-read chapter. So if there are a lot of mistakes, I humbly apologize. Just wanted to let you guys have another chapter before I leave for New Zealand.
Also, I apologize for the very dull chapter title. The chapter deals a bit with the friendship of Boromir, Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli along with the companionship of Frodo, Sam, Gollum; hence the title 'Strange Companions'. If you have any suggestions of a new title, please feel free to share them!
Special thanks to reviewers at the bottom of the chapter!
Chapter Thirty-Nine: Strange Companions
Bawuer shuddered as a gust of wind blew his cloak open. Grasping the edges of the cloak, he pulled it tighter around his chilled body and then grabbed a stick to poke the fire. The flames danced higher, sparks spitting out as Bawuer moved closer to the warmth it offered.
Looking into the sky which was now completely black, Bawuer guessed that it was now close to an hour or an hour and a half since he had first brought Aragorn to Boromir. The sun had set long before, and Bawuer without thought began picking out the bright stars in the sky.
Bawuer thoughtfully stroked his beard as he pondered on just who the three friends were. The heir to the Stewardship of Gondor… a man who may be the heir to the throne of Gondor… an Elf… a Dwarf… a strange combination at that…
The important thing though was that Boromir seemed at ease with the company. An ease Bawuer had only seen when the Gondorian had been with the wizard and the small hobbit back in Edoras. Various theories formed in Bawuer's mind, theories revolving around the Lord of the Gondor.
Aragorn had mentioned that they had been traveling companions, and that he had believed Boromir to be dead… then why had Boromir not wanted to see them in Helm's Deep, at least prove to them that he was alive?
Bawuer sighed deep in his throat. He hated complicated matters, he lived in an already too complicated life. Why couldn't he have matters be made simple…
He reached for his cup of ale and snorted rueful when he discovered he already taken the last sip the cup had to offer. He laid the cup down none too gently back on the ground and twisted his head around to glance at the tent behind him. There was still no movement behind the tent flaps, making him wonder if they would be there all night. He had sensed that they had much to talk about, yet he wondered if their other companions left in the company of Eowyn would begin to worry…
Grunting to himself, Bawuer pursed his lips. Let them worry, he was but left in the dark, it would not really be any problem of his to handle if there was trouble unless specifically asked to.
Just as he was about to turn back around to face the welcome heat of the fire, he noticed the flaps of the tent being pulled open, and one by one the occupants came out into the open air. First the Elf, then the Dwarf, then lastly Aragorn. As for Boromir, Bawuer guessed the Gondorian would stay inside until he was completely rested.
Bawuer stood up and greeted the others who all had tired yet somehow pleased expressions on their face. "I hope all is well," he asked politely.
The only other man among the three smiled wearily. "Yes, all is well. And more than you may think."
The Dwarf, Gimli was his name, nodded his head in agreement, then met eyes with the Rohirrim soldier. "I owe ye an apology for making such accusations against you."
Aragorn quirked an eyebrow slightly and asked Legolas, "What was Gimli accusing Bawuer of?"
Legolas sighed and shrugged his shoulders gracefully. "I was not really listening."
The Dwarf grumbled under his breath as Bawuer held back a smile by rubbing his chin. "I assume you will be returning to your quarters for the evening?"
The dark-haired Ranger nodded at the same time Gimli opened his mouth to speak. "We may need our rest, but Aragorn needs to eat his supper which he missed completely. As for me, I was interrupted in my meal," here Gimli paused to give Bawuer a mock glare, "and will need another pint of ale before my head rests on any pillow tonight."
Bawuer grinned. "I shall pour that pint of ale for you with my very own hands. Will that be an acceptable pardon for my… interruption?"
Gimli gave a roar of approval as he pounded Bawuer on the arm, the man trying hard to keep a neutral look on his face as he felt his arm becoming numb from the strength of the Dwarf's arm. "Pardon will be accepted… only if ye drink a toast with me."
"A toast of what sort?" Legolas asked curiously.
"Why, that Boromir is alive and well, of course!" Gimli exclaimed with an incredulous look at Legolas as if the Elf was some sort of half-wit. "I'll tell you truthfully I did not expect to see him here."
"Neither did I," Aragorn said thoughtful. "And neither does anyone else." He spoke to Bawuer next. "We have been asked to honor Boromir's wishes for him to remain unknown among the Rohirrim during his stay in Dunharrow."
Nodding, Bawuer agreed. "He asked me to do the same. Though I do not fully understand his intention in keeping his identity a mystery."
"None of us really understands his reason," Aragorn said, sighing as he looked up at the sky. Everyone remained quiet as the Ranger seemed to be deep in thought, no one wanting to interrupt him. Finally the Ranger brought his steel grey eyes upon Bawuer. "I do not know how much you know of what brings Boromir to his part of Middle-earth, Bawuer son of Denuer," Aragorn spoke softly, "but what I can tell you is that Boromir has endured something none of us, the Valar willing, may have to experience."
Gimli and Legolas nodded grimly while Bawuer could only shift his weight, becoming somewhat uncomfortable with Aragorn's words. What he said was true though; Boromir had fought against a Ringwraith, and had survived even after almost dying from a poisonous wound. But somehow, through Aragorn's tone Bawuer surmised that maybe that wasn't what the Ranger had been speaking of…
Aragorn suddenly smiled and gestured in the direction of the encampment prepared for him and his friends who had arrived. "Gimli is right, it is getting late and my mind keeps returning to the hot food prepared for us. If you will join us, Bawuer?"
"Aye, he must," Gimli spoke up. "He and I are going to make a toast to the health of a 'friend', right laddie?" The Dwarf said the work 'friend' with a wink which made everyone smile.
At that moment, Faedwyn came walking up to them, her expression one of content though Bawuer could see that her lines around her eyes seemed deeper as he could tell she was tired. His mother curtsied before Aragorn then taking his hands in hers she spoke softly. "My lord, you give me great honor in letting me hold your hand. The moment I saw you handle the leaves of athelas, the memory of an old rhyme I learned in Lossarnach filled my mind. Till now I have tried to remember all of the words and I think I can recite it all:
When the black breath blows
And death's shadow grows
And all lights pass,
Come athelas! Come athelas!
Life to the dying
In the king's hand lying!
"An old wives' tale I have been told often, and that was what I believed. Until now." Faedwyn placed a kiss upon the knuckles of each of his hand. "The Valar bless you, King of Gondor."
The simple elegance of her words and the reverence in her face towards Aragorn made the onlookers look upon the small woman in awe and wonder. Bawuer knew his mother descended from no royal line yet he felt the pride stir within his being as he watched Faedwyn meet Aragorn's eye with power in her stance and the gentle but firm set in her jaw.
But the person most affected by this encounter would have to be Aragorn as Bawuer watched the Ranger bow his head down so his face was level with the Rohirrim woman. "I am not king yet, fair woman," Aragorn whispered.
"A king does not need a crown or a scepter to mark is reign," Faedwyn replied with a twinkle in her eye, as if gently scolding him. "The qualities of dignity, honor, and a noble heart are the mightiest in the mightiest. It is what the people will see in you, not the crown upon your brow."
Aragorn suddenly laughed, but it was not in any mocking way but full of warmth and good humor. "Lady Faedwyn, you are a remarkable woman and I am overjoyed to have made your acquaintance!" He leaned forward and kissed her on her forehead then looked deep into her eyes. "Thank you for your kind words," he said, sincere gratitude in each word.
Faedwyn demurely looked down with modest humility. "I assume you will be leaving now." When answered with an affirmative, she motioned to the tent which Boromir was occupying. "I also assume Boromir is resting now."
"He has been sorely taxed from fighting the poison," Aragorn said. "Though he is free from the Morgul poison, he still suffers from injuries which need but time to heal."
"When do you believe he can leave Dunharrow?" Bawuer asked. Seeing as how the others regarded him with questioning eyes, Bawuer shrugged. "I know how anxious he is in returning to his homeland. He will not stay put for long, however injured he may be."
"I made sure to tell him clearly that he is to remain until there is no chance he will fall off his horse if ever he tried to mount one," the Ranger said in a grim tone. "And I do not expect he will be able to fully use his right arm for quite a while."
Faedwyn nodded. "Though there is no doubt that he hasn't broken any of his ribs, his chest is one whole bruise and there is still a chance he has maybe cracked a rib or two."
Bawuer remembered how the Nazgul had been leaning over Boromir, the Ringwraith applying pressure upon the Gondorian's body. The Rohirrim soldier winced inwardly just imagining how terrible it must have been…
"My company and I will be leaving Dunharrow in the morning," Aragorn spoke up, shaking Bawuer away from his thoughts. "But faith assured, we will not leave before seeing Boromir."
"He wouldn't let us leave to allow him to get any rest until we promised," Gimli said with a wave of his hand. "The lad made such a fuss when he realized he was being left behind, that he was."
"I believe his road leads somewhere else." Aragorn sighed thoughtfully then looked up to meet eyes with Bawuer. "As does yours, Bawuer. I foresee the two of you will be inseparable for a while."
Bawuer smiled. "I will do my best to watch over him."
"That ye had better," Gimli said with a grunt. "I find that he is quite prone to trouble. Along with another man I know…" Gimli slyly looked up at Aragorn while the Ranger feigned innocence.
"Go along now," Faedwyn said with a laugh. "If you hope to leave early in the morrow, it is best you acquire as much as the night may offer you and your companions."
Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli said goodnight to Faedwyn as they agreed with her wholeheartedly. Bawuer went to his mother and planted a kiss on her cheek. "I will come by later and stay with Boromir to let you get some rest."
"Right after he shares a few drinks with us," Gimli spoke for he and his friends.
Faedwyn looked her son in the eye with curiosity. "It is not often you spend time in the company of people outside of your own circle of friends," she whispered in his ear.
Bawuer furrowed his eyebrows. "What circle of friends?" he asked in confusion. He didn't really have any group of people he spent time with except for his family…
She patted him on the cheek with a smirk. "That's exactly what I mean."
Realizing she meant that he didn't have hardly any friends, he pursed his lips. "That was harsh."
She laughingly pushed him towards the others who had already begun walking towards their camp. "I'm just happy for you son. You could not be in the company of more upright and honorable men. Or Elves. Or Dwarves."
Glancing at the retreating backs of Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli, Bawuer couldn't have agreed more. Giving one last kiss on his mother's cheek, Bawuer strode to catch up with the others.
Legolas watched as one by one, the Rangers of the North took leave from their hostess and left the tent in search of sleep. It was but moments before that Aragorn had finished eating while the others talked amongst each other, each one secretly wondering what tomorrow would bring.
As for himself, Legolas had been seated with Gimli and Bawuer, sharing their secret toast to the health of Boromir. Legolas found himself strangely enough adhering quite well to Rohirrim ale, though he did not drink himself in the excessive amount in which his Dwarven companion was doing. Legolas had most certainly lost count of how many pints Gimli had downed…
Bawuer, too, was finishing what was most probably his fourth or fifth cup, though the Rohirrim soldier did not seem quite as affected as the red-faced Dwarf was. At the moment, Gimli was recounting the tale of how he had single handedly fought a cave troll deep in the Mines of Moria, Bawuer listening with rapt attention.
Legolas didn't feel it was worth it to tell what had really happened in Moria, so he remained silent, tentatively sipping his ale which Gimli had insisted in refilling. Remaining silent, he watched Aragorn studiously trying to avoid meeting Eowyn's gaze.
The Elf could not quite place the emotion which reflected in Eowyn's eyes from the flickering candlelight. Legolas had noticed how relieved she had seemed to be when they had returned from seeing Boromir. She seemed annoyed in not being told as to exactly why they had left so suddenly with Bawuer, but realizing she would not get any information from them, graciously made sure Aragorn would find his fill in the meal saved for him.
Eowyn had seemed quite relaxed until she had once more asked Aragorn what had brought him to Dunharrow.
And unlike the previous time she had asked him, Aragorn told her clearly where they were headed.
From that moment on, Eowyn looked pale and stricken, as if she had been given a very physical blow. Aragorn very purposefully put all of his attention in eating while everyone else just as carefully spoke of everything and anything… except for tomorrow's journey.
Feeling a presence coming from behind him, Legolas turned and saw Elrohir and Elladan crouching behind him, identical looks of quiet contemplation on their faces. Not for the first time, Legolas wondered how they managed to look completely out of touch with the rest of world, yet could perceive things not many people could sense.
He laid aside the thought as he greeted them with a nod, immediately placing which twin was which. For those who knew them, Elrohir appeared to be the more serious of the two; from the almost imperceptible furrowing of the eyebrows to the firm lines of his mouth, both attributes so similar to that of Elrond. As for Elladan, Legolas could see the Elven lord's almost impish nature showing in the twinkle behind his grey eyes; even now as Elladan and his brother focused their attention on Legolas, Elladan shoulders were more relaxed compared to those of Elrohir's, though it did not mean he wasn't just as alert.
"We are thinking of exploring the perimeter for the evening," Elrohir spoke first, keeping his voice low his words obviously only meant for Legolas' ears. Legolas knew that the two would not rest tonight; their nature demanded they make sure all was safe for the night.
Elladan cocked his head slightly, a faint tugging at the corners of his mouth indicating he light mood he was in. "Keep an eye on Estel," the dark-haired Elf said with glance in Aragorn's direction.
"Just what are you implying," the Mirkwood prince asked, raising one eyebrow.
Breaking out into a full grin, Elladan though still crouched on the balls of his feet squared his shoulders and lifted his head in a dramatic stance. "I fully suspect the fair Rohirrim maiden will not allow Estel to leave unless he makes some sort of promise to her."
Legolas narrowed his eyes slightly, regarding the other Elf with a piercing look. "All right, Elladan. Have you been eavesdropping."
Elrohir sighed as he gracefully stood up. "Elladan has never learned to treat Estel as a grown man."
Looking up at his brother with a hurt look, Elladan replied, "Do not act as if you were completely ignoring the looks Eowyn has been bestowing on him-who-we-are-talking-about."
No more was said as Elrohir pulled Elladan to his feet and they departed, Elladan giving Legolas one last meaningful look.
Legolas turned to see that Aragorn was standing up. The Ranger called out to Legolas, Gimli, and Bawuer. "Let us now turn in for the night, my friends. Awake early tomorrow, we must."
They all stood up and walked out of the tent, Legolas listening with but half an ear as Bawuer and Gimli argued as to who had drunk the most ale that evening.
Once they were all in the still, night air, Bawuer bade them a good evening as he said he must part ways with them. Legolas knew as did Aragorn and Gimli that the Rohirrim soldier was returning to stay with Boromir, but no one said anything as Eowyn remained in their presence.
"Ye will see us off tomorrow, Bawuer," Gimli said as if the other man had no choice in the matter.
Bawuer gave the Dwarf an elaborate bow. "As it please you, Master Dwarf. It is sad we must part when you have yet to tell me more of your adventures."
"Aye, we shall save it for the next time we meet." Gimli and Bawuer shook hands and the Rohirrim soldier finally made his way down to his own encampment.
As for Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli, they were led by Eowyn to the tent they were to share. Gimli, after saying goodnight to Eowyn, immediately made his way inside, the ale apparently taking some effect for the Dwarf's eyes were barely open.
Legolas was about to also join Gimli inside the tent when he noticed Eowyn had taken hold of Aragorn's sleeve. Deciding it would be better to pretend not to have noticed anything, the Elf closed the tent flap between him and the man and woman outside.
Remembering what Elladan has remarked about Eowyn wanting Aragorn to promise her something, Legolas debated on exactly what to do. Gimli was already lying fast asleep on one of the bed pallets, not even bothering removing his outer mail coat. Sighing, Legolas, knowing full well how rude it was, stood close to the tent entrance and listened to Aragorn and Eowyn speaking outside in quiet whispers; quiet whispers only an Elf could hear if he wanted to.
Aragorn was speaking at the moment, and Legolas could hear the strain in the Ranger's voice. "I do not choose paths of peril, Eowyn. It is the only way I see any hope of doing my part in the war against Sauron. Were I to go where my heart dwells, far in the North I would now be wandering in the fair valley of Rivendell."
In the last words Legolas heard the longing in Aragorn's voice, and he knew that Estel was now thinking of his one and only love, the beautiful Arwen…
"You are a stern lord and resolute," Eowyn said. "Lord, if you must go…" here she paused, and Legolas could almost imagine the hesitance in her face. "If you must go… then let me ride in your following. I am weary of skulking in the hills, and wish to face peril and battle."
That is what Elladan meant when he said Eowyn would try to make Aragorn promise her something. Legolas shook his head, for he could only imagine how Aragorn was reacting to the lady's words.
"Your duty is with your people – "
"Too often have I heard of duty!" Eowyn interrupted with a cry. "But am I not of the House of Eorl, a shieldmaiden and not a dry-nurse? I have waited on faltering feet long enough. Since they falter no longer, it seems, may I not now spend my life as I will?"
Do not be blinded, fair Eowyn, with your own pain, Legolas pleaded inwardly.
"Few may do that with honor," Aragorn answered after a moment. "But as for you, lady, did you not accept the charge to govern the people until their lord's return? If you had not been chosen, then some marshal or captain would have been set in the same place, and he could not ride away from his charge, were he weary of it or not."
The Elf could only imagine the sting of Aragorn's words to Eowyn. Aragorn was all but accusing Eowyn of thinking to abandon her post, an unforgivable act to be certain.
But surprisingly, Eowyn did not miss a beat but bitterly replied, "Shall I always be chosen? Shall I always be left behind when the Riders depart, to mind the house while they win renown, and find food and beds when they return?"
"A time will come when none will return. Then there will be need of valor without renown, for none shall remember the deeds that are down in the last defense of your homes. Yet the deeds will not be less valiant because they are upraised."
Listen to Aragorn, listen to him…
Unfortunately, Eowyn was not to be quieted and Legolas could hear the bitterness in her voice being replaced with prideful determination. "All your words are but to say that I am but a woman, and my part is in the house. But when the men have died in battle and honor, I have but to be left to burn with the house, for the men will need it no more."
Her voice rose as she spoke her next words. "But I am of the House of Eorl. Not a serving woman. I can ride and wield a blade."
Aragorn spoke, and Legolas was surprised that his voice was both soft and stern, gentle yet with steel backing his words. "I can but say to you, Lady Eowyn; stay! For you have no errand to the South."
"Neither have those others who go with thee," Eowyn countered desperately. "They go only because they would not be parted from thee… because they love thee."
Legolas caught the sound of the swishing of skirts, and he knew the Eowyn had left. He sighed softly, undecided as whether to go to Aragorn or not. He knew that his friend would be hurting; hurting for Eowyn. How the Rohirrim woman seemed so pent up with frustration and pain…
After a lone minute of waiting in vain for Aragorn to come inside, Legolas pulled open the tent flap and stood beside the Ranger who stood unmoved, looking in the direction in which Eowyn had most probably disappeared to. Neither of them spoke, Legolas lending support in his silence, Aragorn accepting just as quietly.
Aragorn did not ask even ask if Legolas had been listening; he just asked, "What else could I have said?"
The Elf grimaced at the almost helpless tone in his friend's voice. "You said all that had to be said," Legolas answered softly. "It is all up to her now. Let us now hope and pray she heeds your words."
"She will not," Aragorn said with a shake of his head. "Her future is so… clouded. All I know is that there is much awaiting her in the future. It all depends though… it all depends…"
The man and the Elf remained quiet for some time, both staring into the dark sky as if searching for answers. It was quite a while before either of them could find any rest that night.
Elbaran whetted his knife carefully, every once and a while stilling his work to look upon the blade at different angles, then continuing to sharpen it. He knew his movements reflected his personality: methodical and thorough. He was quite aware that most people viewed him as too meticulous and obsessive with details. But those attributes defined who he was, there was no way he could alter his nature just to please others.
Finally satisfied with his work, he sheathed the knife into its case at his belt and peered through the darkness of the caves, marking where everyone was situated. A cluster of rangers slept in the larger floor space of the cavern, and he could make out Damrod's darker stained cloak pulled over the man's shoulders as he slept. Elbaran knew that Mablung was surely somewhere about, tending to some errand or other.
He counted the number of men resting. The same number as he had counted before he had began to sharpen his knife.
The two Hobbits were sleeping on pallets which had been set up in the corner, and Elbaran saw that with the dim firelight reflected on their faces, they seemed both peaceful and wearied at the same time. Elbaran still could not fathom why Faramir had this certain fascination for the two beings. But it not being his place to understand all the ways of his Captain, Elbaran did not dwell on it.
Speaking of Faramir…
Elbaran turned his head to look down one of the corridors leading to a smaller cavern deep in Henneth Annun. He saw that Faramir's 'room' was dark; most probably Faramir was asleep, for Elbaran knew how many nights had passed since Faramir had last slept soundly.
Remembering the strange dinner that had taken place after arriving in Henneth Annun, Elbaran mused over the events that had transpired. It was usually the case for Faramir to sup with his men, especially with Mablung keeping him company. But that night, Faramir had secluded himself in a corner and ate with the two Hobbits, the rest of the company seated all around. Soon after eating, Faramir had taken them to a recess at the back of the cave, party screened by curtains; a chair and two stools being brought for them.
It was obvious to all that Faramir wished to speak to Frodo and Sam without any interruptions: everyone had respected the Captain's wishes and kept a blind eye of him and his guests.
All except for Elbaran, who kept his senses attuned to all that was occurring behind the curtains. It had been possible to find a vacant spot near the curtain, and Elbaran had stayed there, making sure that if Faramir needed him, he'd be there in an instant.
At first, Faramir had asked Frodo to recount the Hobbits' travels from Rivendell and Elbaran listened with much interest as the tales of Frodo and his companions' adventures were told in great detail. Elbaran noticed how Frodo played up Boromir's part in every battle, the Ranger knowing it was done for the benefit of the brother, Faramir. Yet from what was told, all of Boromir's actions were much in character, and Elbaran, though only having met Boromir at infrequent occasions, could well imagine the Captain-General acting such as he was described.
Soon however, the story teller's role was reversed as Frodo pressed Faramir to tell of the history and situation of Minas Tirith. Elbaran knew that Faramir preferred to listen rather than to speak; but Faramir obliged the Halfling, telling how the stewards had become rulers of Minas Tirith instead of the Numenoreans. The Gondorian had also spoken of the lands of Rohan, the history of how Cirion had ceded to the Rohirrim the fields of Calenardhon for riding to Gondor's aide.
Elbaran had listened to all that was being said with great interest. He was considered a scholar among the men of Ithilien, having read much more than any of them could imagine. Yet compared to Lord Faramir, Elbaran knew he was sorely lacking in his studies of lore and history. How Elbaran wished he could someday get the chance to explore the libraries of Minas Tirith… what a gift it would be to read again at leisure, leafing through the pages of countless books, drinking in all that the words had to offer him…
Thus, when Sam had asked Faramir to tell the Hobbits more about the Elves, the subject had quite piqued Elbaran's interest. Eagerly he had shifted as close to the curtain as was possible though was soon disappointed as Faramir admitted to not being learned in Elven-lore.
What a surprise it had been then that Sam had spoken of some Elven-lady, one called Galadriel. Elbaran closed his eyes recalling Sam's description of this Elf:
'Oh, but I wish I could make a song about her. Beautiful she is, sir! Lovely! Sometimes like a great tree in flower, sometimes like a white daffadowndilly, small and slender like. Hard as Diamonds, soft as moonlight. Warm as sunlight, cold as frost in the stars. Proud and far-off as a snow-mountain, and as merry as any lass I ever saw with daisies in her hair in springtime. But that's a lot o' nonsense, and all wide of my mark.'
If only Sam knew just how well he had painted an image in Elbaran's mind. The poetic descriptions were more vivid than any detailed account any of his rangers could give. Elbaran sighed… if only to some day behold such a beauty…
It was soon after that their talk had then died down and Faramir had ordered the Hobbits to sleep in the beds prepared for them. As soon as the good nights were being said, Elbaran had quickly stolen away, making himself the shadow he so often could hide himself in.
Yet with an image of Lady Galadriel imprinted forever within his heart…
Elbaran brought himself back into the present, and he idly cast his eyes around the cavern again. The same number of men… two hobbits… lamplight piercing the darkness from Faramir's room…
Lamplight…?
Leaning himself against the cavern wall at his back, Elbaran settled deep within his cloak and hid his face completely under the hood as Faramir came walking out from his quarters, holding a lighted earthenware lamp in his hand. Elbaran lowered his eyes, lest they reflect the light and catch Faramir's attention.
As soon as he heard the barely perceptible footsteps going away, Elbaran raised his eyes and watched with curiosity as Faramir stood looking down upon the sleeping Hobbits. Neither Frodo nor Sam seemed aware of the man's presence; they continued in their slumber as if nothing would wake them for a while.
Finally, Faramir began walking silently out of the cavern and Elbaran again lowering his head to blend with the shadows. But when the Gondorian lord was not but two steps from walking past, he stopped and whispered, "I see that you are awake, Elbaran. Would you care to join me?"
Elbaran didn't even try to feign sleep; he only carefully eased himself up onto his feet and met Faramir's eyes only to humbly nod his head in respect. "I would not mind the company." Considering this was the Captain of the Ithilien Rangers, Elbaran should have guessed that his watchful presence would not go unnoticed.
The two men strode noiselessly past the rows of sleeping rangers and headed in the direction of the cave-mouth. Much to Elbaran's surprise, however, instead of heading out of the caves, Faramir instead took the lone, black passage which would eventually lead to two flights of steps. Both passageways which Elbaran had but rarely ever used.
Looking not behind to even make sure that he was being followed, Faramir took the flight of steps to the left.
The two of them walked in silence until they reached their destination; a quiet, secluded area overlooking the bank of the stream which fed down to the Curtain. It was quiet and cold, and Elbaran knew that dawn was quite near. In the west, the full moon was sinking beyond pale mists, the beauty of the moment almost taking his breath away. He never imagined a more perfect moment…
Remembering exactly with whom he was with, Elbaran turned his head to observe Faramir. The other Gondorian also seemed lost in his surroundings; his head held high and taking slow, deep breaths, much of the weariness in his eyes disappearing.
"You let nothing escape you, do you," Faramir finally said, putting his grey gaze upon Elbaran. "That is the reason I have asked you to come here, for there is a matter which needs to be discussed."
"If I may be of any service, Captain."
Faramir nodded. "That you may be. Have you spoken to Anborn since arriving here?"
Ah, Elbaran now understood where this was probably leading to. "You are thinking of the strange creature Anborn says to have seen at dusk." He remembered Anborn's exact words. "Almost like a black squirrel with no tail, moving like a shadow upon the ground."
"Quite like another creature we may have chanced upon earlier in the day."
Elbaran's eyes widened without thought. He hadn't really supposed it to be possible… "You believe the squirrel and Hirlon's creature to be one and the same?"
The Captain gave a small, humorless smile. "Aye. I also believe it is possible that this… creature has something to do with our guests."
Shaking his head, Elbaran said, "I hardly think that to be true. It might be as Anborn said, a wandering beast from the forests of Mirkwood."
"That would be an ill omen indeed, if it were so."
"It would be better than it being some sort of Orc-breed spy from Morgul," Elbaran pointed out.
"Hmmm… perhaps," Faramir mused quietly. "In either case, I do not like this creature. Of what glimpse I could catch of it, I sensed… something behind its eyes. Intelligence? No, yet there was understanding in his gaze."
Not knowing whether he should comment or not, Elbaran merely crossed his arms over his chest, mulling over what Faramir said. The Captain was usually more on the subdued side, keeping his emotions in check; attributes which Elbaran admired. But now... there was something about this creature which had Faramir acting almost inquisitive and maybe even slightly worried.
"So… you believe Frodo and Sam are hiding something – "
"Oh, most assuredly," Faramir said with a frown. "I just can't seem to quite place what it is however…"
Before Elbaran could reply, the two men heard someone running lightly up the steps from the passage behind them. Elbaran carefully stepped back out of habit in case of some unknown threat. He knew that it was safe, but habits dependant on instincts could not be stopped easily.
Seeing that it was Anborn, Elbaran narrowed his eyes slightly. Anborn was one of the sentries, he would not be coming forward unless something had happened.
Or someone had gotten too close to Henneth Annun…
Faramir, probably having come to the same conclusion, called out to Anborn even before the Ranger had reached the top of the steps. "What is it Anborn?"
Anborn came to stand before them, lowering his head curtly and spoke with urgency. "My lord, there is something you should see. That creature that I saw, it has reappeared! He is in the pool!"
Exchanging quick looks, Elbaran and Faramir didn't need to be told twice as they followed Anborn back down the stairs.
"Shall we shoot?"
Faramir saw the flash of panic in Frodo's eyes, and knew that he had the Hobbit trapped. One way or the other, Frodo was going to lose his strange companion's life, or admit to having lied to the Rangers all along.
Finally, Frodo softly said, "No. Do not shoot, I beg of you."
The Ithilien Captain noticed Sam give his friend a startled look but Faramir ignored it. He kept his focus on Frodo as he pressed, "You know, then, what this thing is. Come, now you have seen, tell me why it should be spared. In all our words together you have not once spoken of your gangrel companion, and I let him be fore the time. He could wait till he was caught and brought before me. I sent my keenest huntsmen to seek him, but he slipped them, and they have no sight of him till now, save Anborn here, once at dusk yesterevening. But now he has done worse by trespassing: he has dared to come to Henneth Annun and his life is now forfeit."
"If you please," Frodo spoke in his soft voice. "He knows little of men, and sly though he is, your refuge is so hidden that perhaps he does not know that men are concealed here."
Faramir looked away back into the dark pool, not knowing what to do. At that moment, the creature's little black head appeared at the far end of the basin. It disappeared then with marvelous agility the froglike figure climbed out of the water and up the bank. It began to gnaw at the small silver thing that it had in its hand.
Realizing what the creature was doing, Faramir laughed softly. "He is fishing! But I tell you now, Frodo Baggins of the Shire, fish from the pool of Henneth Annun may cost him all he has to give."
"I have him in my sights now," Anborn said. "Shall I shoot?"
"The creature is wretched and hungry and unaware of his danger," the Halfling pleaded. "Gandalf, Mithrandir as you call him, would have bidden you not to slay him for that reason, and for others. He forbade the Elves to do so. I do not know why," Frodo whispered, turning his head away thoughtfully for a moment. "This creature is in some way bound up with my errand. Until you found us and took us, he was my guide."
Guide? Faramir could not keep the astonishment from showing on his face. This creature?
"I beg of you," Frodo continued. "Let me go down to him. You may keep your bows bent, and shoot me at least if I fail in getting to him. I shall not run away."
Thinking it over, Faramir finally nodded his head in consent. "Go then and be swift." He ordered Anborn to lead Frodo down to the bank and soon the man and the Hobbit were going down the winding stair to the landing.
Faramir peered down over the dark edge, keeping Sam in his sights. So, he had been right all along; this strange beast traveled with the Hobbits and as a guide no less. A strange group of three…
There was no doubt in his mind that Frodo's errand had something to do with Isildur's Bane. Even more certain was that the Hobbit carried it on his person. Frodo had carefully avoided every single one of Faramir's questions, carefully gauging his words and shying away from telling everything.
Yet when Faramir had asked if Frodo carried Isildure's Bane… that was the one question Frodo had not even said one word of reply.
The Ithilien Captain saw the creature leave the pool, as if beckoned to leave. It was only a matter of time before Anborn and the others would be able to take hold of the creature. Faramir motioned Sam to follow him and they went down the turret-stairs back to the caves. Once reaching the cavern, he told Sam to wait for his master. He then went to his own small office after giving some instructions to Mablung.
Once reaching his room, Faramir didn't have to wait long as Anborn, Elbaran, and Mablung soon entered, carrying the creature. They threw the beast onto the ground and even though its hands were tied up, it dragged itself to a corner and began to whine and weep.
"The Hobbit called out to it with the name of 'Smeagol', my lord," Anborn whispered to Faramir.
Smeagol… Faramir moved to stand over the creature and cocked his head slightly, realizing that it was speaking. His sentences were short, almost childlike, and Faramir found himself listening with deep interest.
"Dirty hobbits, nasty hobbits… gone and left us, then tricksing us! Only poor Smeagol all alone, Precious is gone! They will steal my Precious… Thieves!"
The beast suddenly beat his tied hands against the wall. "We hates them! Cruel master and cross, rude hobbit! Throttle them, we will, my Precious! Wicked! Tricksy! False!"
Smeagol continued to rant and rave while Faramir mulled over what he had learned, though very little it was. He could place the two descriptions Smeagol had given: 'master' was Frodo, and obviously the 'cross, rude Hobbit' was Sam. But who… or what was this 'Precious'?
Deciding that maybe he could question Smeagol, Faramir leaned down over it. Smeagol met his eyes sullenly then cried out, "Loose us! Loose us! The cord hurts us, yes it does, it hurts us, and we've done nothing!"
"Nothing?" Faramir said skeptically. "Tonight you have come where it is death to come. The fish of the pool are dearly bought."
"Don't want fish," Smeagol said with a pout.
Not replying to that, Faramir thought of his next question carefully. "What is… 'Precious', Smeagol?"
Suddenly, Smeagol's eyes turned dark and dangerous, making Faramir move back slightly without thought. The creature spoke in a biting tone, spitting as he said each word, "It was stolen from us, my Precious!"
"What is 'it'," Faramir firmly asked again.
Smeagol shrank back, curling his lips back. "Nasty man will take it, nasty man will."
Knowing it was fruitless to ask again, Faramir changed the question. "Where is Precious, you can tell me that, can't you, Smeagol."
The creature looked away, once more whimpering. "Keeps it away from us, master does. We wants only to touch, only to touch we does!"
Frodo... Precious… It was finally starting to dawn on Faramir for he was beginning to understand…
"Hides it he does," Smeagol continued, not even noticing as Faramir stood up. "No Precious for Smeagol…"
Faramir did not listen any more as he ordered Anborn to stay with Smeagol. The Ithilien Captain strode out of his room and back out into the main cavern, some of the men still resting but a few starting to get up. The Hobbits were seated on the stools behind the curtained corner they had conversed in last evening. Telling Mablung and Elbaran to return to their duties, Faramir went to stand over the Hobbits, catching Frodo's eyes with his own.
"What is Precious, Frodo."
The Hobbit paled and looked away.
It was then that Faramir saw it.
Frodo unconsciously moving his hand then abruptly stilling the movement.
A few times Faramir had seen Frodo place his hand upon his chest then slowly pull his hand away, a gesture that seemed like a habit… yet not a habit. Faramir let his gaze wander over Frodo's form. 'Hides it he does…'
Faramir almost hit himself for being so blind. Until now he hadn't noticed the chain around Frodo's neck, and if something was strung on it; whatever it was which couldn't be seen for it was hidden underneath the Hobbit's shirt.
Unsheathing his dagger, and though Faramir knew his men might notice and watch, he pointed the dagger at Frodo's chest. Before either Frodo or Sam could react, Faramir pulled at the chain around Frodo's neck, pulling it out completely from the shirt exposing the hidden item hanging from it.
It was a ring… a plain, gold ring…
With a start, Faramir realized that is ring was not just any ring…
He stepped away from the Hobbit, hardly daring to believe this discovery. But the looks on the Hobbits' faces confirmed everything. Isildur's Bane… I should have known…
Sam, having become red in the face, anger apparent in his eyes, spoke. "Now look here, sir! Don't you go taking advantage of my master! You've spoken very handsome all along, but handsome is as handsome does we say. Now's a chance to show your quality!"
Faramir took in a breath and smiled. "So it seems," he said slowly and very softly. "So that is the answer to all the riddles! The One Ring that was thought to have perished from the world."
And all of a sudden, he was struck with a thought. What a gift it would be to bring it before his father! He knew how much Denethor would be pleased, though the Steward rarely took pleasure in the acts of his younger son. But with this Ring… would it be possible for Faramir to receive some favor and… love from his father?
"I have you here in the wild," Faramir mused softly, not taking his eyes off the Ring which gleamed gold, almost tauntingly. "Two Halflings, and a host of men at my call, and the Ring of Rings. A pretty stroke of Fortune! A chance for Faramir, Captain of Gondor, to show his quality…"
Surely it would do no harm to hold it in his hand…
Faramir lifted his dagger once again to pull at the chain. Slowly and steadily, he stretched out his arm. Frodo closed his eyes as if in pain, and in the corner of his mind Faramir registered some sort of struggle on the Hobbit's face. Frodo abruptly opened his eyes and cried out, moving backwards and hitting the cavern wall, his breathing harsh and almost pained.
The strange act made Faramir blink in surprise. What…?
Sam moved himself to stand in front of his friend, spreading his arms out as if to give Frodo protection. The Halfling was no longer just angry, he was livid. "Stop it! You leave him alone now, you hear? Don't you understand, we're going to Mordor… to destroy it!"
Faramir cocked his head in surprise. Destroy… the Ring? He shook his head slightly, not able to believe it.
Sam growled then spat out, "Will you act as your brother did, will you try to take the Ring from him, too?"
At those words, Faramir breathed in sharply. He blinked several times. His brother, dear Boromir, tried to take the Ring? At first he wanted to cry out that it must be a lie, Boromir would not do it.
But as he thought about it, he knew it was not a lie. Boromir, for though the greatest of the men of Gondor, had tried to take the fate of Gondor into his own hands. He knew it to be true; he knew his brother, knew how great Boromir's love was for Gondor and yes, even for the glory. The Gondorian would not have been able to pass up the chance to wield the Ring of Power.
Faramir suddenly felt tired and drained. He looked down at the Hobbits who were watching him closely. "So, Boromir tried to take it by force. You escaped? And ran all the way to me." He shook his head. "What a stroke of luck," he muttered to himself.
He sat down on one of the chairs and chuckled to himself before becoming sober once more. Alas, though the trial was too sore for you, dear brother, I thank you. Thank you that through your actions I may not think or even attempt to repeat your folly.
Remembering the forgotten dagger in his hand, he sheathed it slowly then faced Frodo and Sam. He smiled to them gently and noticed how they seemed to relax some of their guard. "We are truth-speakers, we men of Gondor," Faramir said. "We boast seldom and then perform, or die in the attempt. I tell you now, not if I found it on the highway would I take it."
He stood up, and gestured to the Hobbit's beds. "Rest a little while food is being prepared. And rest in peace, if you can. Fear not, I do not wish to see it, or touch it, or know more of it than I know. Let us not even name this thing again aloud."
Frodo and Sam, at first hesitant, began to do as they were told, but Frodo stopped as he was about to pass Faramir. "Thank you, Lord Faramir," he said softly.
"You truly intend to destroy it," Faramir asked just as softly.
The Hobbit nodded. "This is the errand which I spoke of."
Sighing, Faramir said, "Then let me not hinder you. We will speak more later on."
Sam cleared his throat. "Faramir?" As soon as he had the Gondorian's attention, Sam continued, "You showed your quality: the very highest."
Faramir couldn't help it; he smirked. "A pert gardener, Master Samwise. But nay: the praise of praiseworthy is above all rewards."
Before he turned away from the Hobbits to take some time alone to sort through his thoughts, he felt a hand on his shirt sleeve. It was Frodo, who looked up at Faramir with a grim look. "Faramir, I do not blame your brother for anything. He was made to believe that he was acting in the interest of everything he loved."
The Captain of Ithilien was touched by the words and found himself laying a grateful hand on the Halfling's shoulder. "Thank you, Frodo."
He finally left for his own room where Anborn still stood guarding over Smeagol. The creature had finally quieted down. "Take this creature away, Anborn," Faramir ordered. "Treat him gently, but watch him."
Anborn went out as Smeagol went cringing before him and Faramir was finally alone.
He could finally do away with his mask he had so carefully put up to not let his emotions show. He sat down heavily at his desk and rubbed his eyes just as he felt the sting of tears threatening to appear. The weight from the stress of the last hour came crashing down on him and he felt almost suffocated in the room.
Forcing himself to take in deep breaths, he tried to relax. He cleared his mind. So… Isildure' Bane is found… and carried to be destroyed by two Hobbits…
And Boromir almost tried to take it to Gondor…
The truth made Faramir sadly shake his head. He did not feel disappointed… no, he only felt sad. He wondered what had become of his brother, was Boromir even now heading back home to Minas Tirith? Was Boromir feeling guilty for what he had tried to do? Or angry...
Faramir wished only to see his face…
'I do not blame your brother for anything. He was made to believe that he was acting in the interest of everything he loved.'
And Faramir knew in his head, he did not blame his brother either. He just wished he could just see for his own eyes that Boromir was all right now…
Author's Note: So, did you like it? Sorry, no Boromir (:P) But he'll be coming out in every chapter from chapter 40 for a while. The part written in Legolas' point of view is in dedication to Lady Laurelin, my beta-reader. She liked my Legolas part in the previous chapter and suggested I write more of Elves. I hope it lives up to your expectations Lady Laurelin!
Oh, I've fallen so much in love with Elbaran while writing him in this chapter! Hope you like him, too, though he is an OC. Lol!
I hope you liked the confrontation between Faramir and the Hobbits after Faramir discovers the Ring. I've taken both the books and movies, though as you can tell I've changed it a lot and have changed it in my own way. I thought that maybe you would be bored if it was too much like either the books or the movies since you've read or watched it so many times. :P But maybe that's just me.
Well, I'll really be off to New Zealand next Sunday! I doubt I'll get another chapter up by then… :P But I'll try to update as soon as I get back.
Next Chapter: You'll get to read about the farewells which take place in Dunharrow and Ithilien: Aragorn and co. will be leaving for the Paths of the Dead and Frodo/Sam/Gollum will be heading out once more on their errand.
Replies to my "Family of Reviewers"
Shallindra This chapter is maybe one page longer than the previous one, since a lot of people (including you) suggested the chapters to be a bit longer. Well, I know I've been terrible at updating quickly, was it a surprise to see I had updated so quickly? I'll try to be more diligent in posting chapters, thanks for all your support!
AM Thanks so much for reviewing! I'm very happy you thought the whole chapter was wonderful. Longer the better for the chapters, huh? Well, hope this was long enough for you!
Kaye Thorn Hi there, thanks for the review! Hurray, this story is your favorite Boromir story! I'm very honored… (bows) I'm glad you like my adding in the thoughts of other characters, I enjoy getting to 'shift' around and getting into many of the characters' heads. Hope you enjoyed this new chapter!
shie1dmaidenofrohan Hee hee, as your being an E/F shipper I'm glad you're not minding the Aragorn/Eowyn moments I have been putting into the recent chapters. I agree, PJ really didn't do the love triangle very well, especially not having Eowyn and Faramir really end up together… though the extended scenes with them were priceless… sigh… Anyway, I've got another chapter out, and in less than a week since I last updated! Wow, right? :P Hope you enjoyed it!
nautika Hello, thanks for dropping a note! Oh, yes, I know, this has been a WIP for the last two years, and I'm looking forward to getting it done as a completed fic! :P Thanks for being so patient, I'll continue getting out more chapters and someday, posting the last chapter!
Susan W Heya, welcome to my family of reviewers, a fond term I have given more my wonderful reviewers! Thanks so much for reviewing, each and every single review always boosts me up and gives me more incentive to keep writing! Thank you for the compliments about my being able to write a nice AU story interpolating both movie and book verse. Hee hee, you're three favorite characters (Boromir, Faramir, and Pippin) are also my favorite characters! Same with falling in love with Boromir after I saw Sean Bean portray him in the movies. I know, my updates are few and far between, but I'm my New Year's Resolution is to write and update more often! Hope you liked more of Faramir in this chapter!
Megaroo lol, you like 'man-hugging', huh? Well, the guys didn't exactly hug in the previous chapter, but I'm still glad you liked the reunion! Happy to have made you feel all warm and fuzzy, hope this new chapter does the same!
Pipkin Sweetgrass Thank you for your marvelous review! As usual, your review was encouraging and made me smile! Yes, I knew of the first Boromir also having been stabbed by a Morgul blade. I'm thinking of bringing it up somewhere in future chapters, what do you think? Faramir would have probably known of that fact, it'd be interesting if he maybe brings it up after the brothers meet. I know what you mean about writing an original fic based on a fanfic, I'm thinking of maybe writing a screenplay based kinda on "Boromir, Thou Shall Live". I dunno, maybe it won't come out well. :P Oh, congrats on getting a beta! Good lucking on doing corrections and re-editing! I know exactly what you mean about hating Boromir fics where he is written as really weak and evil and simply a terrible guy! (sniff sniff), poor Boro-baby as you say. Glad you liked the first-person, I agree that it lends the story some depth. Ha ha, Bawuer with very sexy dimples… :P Well, Kiefer Sutherland does have dimples I think… as you know I'm basing Bawuer on Kiefer who just seems perfect for the part. Yup, I'm off to New Zealand this Sunday, I'll definitely take lots of pictures! I'll probably post it on the Internet so all my readers could take a peek. Hope you liked this new chapter!
Vor Tirla Laime A ha, I've updated again! Happy that I got another chapter out so quickly? :P I know, I take too long to update. Must. Be. More. Diligent…. Aaaaaanyway, glad you loved the previous chapter so much! Oh, so you know what the strange language is that Boromir hears? Wouldn't want other reviewers to know, huh? :P Well, I hope you you're guess is correct, the answer'll be given in the next chapter. Hope you enjoyed this chapter!
Aldariel Hi there, thanks for the review as usual! I'm so glad you enjoyed reading chapter 38 so much, it was an important part in Boromir's 'road to healing', and I'm glad everyone seems to have liked it. Oooh, I made a typo... I'll try to go over and fix it… :P As for your two questions… the answer to whether we'll see Bawuer's dad is 'maybe'. :P Sorry, I really can't answer that question. But as for whether Boromir is going to have a love interest, here's my answer… yes! LOL Happy? I won't say anything more except I'll probably have a girl waiting for Boromir somewhere in the story. Ahhh, Boromir the Hottiness with Faramir as the brother of the Hottiness. Lol! Your theory is interesting, but I won't ruin the story at all by correcting or acknowledging any of your theory. Hope you liked this new chapter; I know, no Boromir but from now on, he'll be probably coming out every chapter!
Arianna Malfoy Thanks for the review! Glad that the previous chapter lived up to all your expectations! Hee hee, yeah, a lot of people seemed worried that I'd kill Boromir off… but never fear, this story is called "Boromir, Thou Shall Live"! Yup, I'm off to New Zealand, hope your happy I was able to give out a new chapter before I left!
Celtic Angel18 Ooh, so happy you though ch. 38 created a great impact! That was my main goal and I'm happy to know you thought so! Hope you liked this chapter, I've written slightly longer than my usual length, maybe an extra page or two. Please enjoy!
z3o Yup, you definitely are in my 'family of reviewers', especially since your reviews have made me smile! (I always smile when I get a nice long review, a nice review, a fun review… actually, I love all reviews!) Thanks for thinking my style of writing is cinematic, I sometimes feel as if I don't write the descriptions well, but I'm very pleased you think my writing makes it easier to visualize. Cool, you're a movie director! Wow, my goal in life is to become a movie director, maybe act a bit, too. Someday, I hope to be the first woman to ever win the Best Director Academy Award… I know… kinda far off but hey, a girl has got to have big dreams, right? As for what strange language Boromir hears in his dream, the answer'll be in the next chapter! Hope you enjoyed this chapter!
Kitsume I know, I keep trying to kill poor Boromir… :P Cool, you made a collage in art… with Boromir? What kind of collage? Umm… nope, I haven't watched Lost, is it a movie or a tv how? I hope you liked this new chapter, I updated pretty quickly!
Cindy (galadrielwannabe) Yup, I'm going to New Zealand! I'm really excited about the trip, especially about seeing the Lord of the Rings sites! This chapter was a bit longer than all of my previous ones, did you like the new chapter?
Aelimir I'll be sure to tell you all about my NZ trip, maybe put up a few pictures on the net! Oh, Legolas and Gimli's part was your favorite part of ch. 38? I'm glad you liked it so much! I had fun writing their characters since I haven't written them for a while. I put a lot more of them in this chapter, too! Hope you liked it!
Fwoggeh Hee hee, glad you liked Gimli so much! His part was fun to write, hence my writing more of him in this chapter. Sorry for making it seem that I was killing of poor Boromir. :P But I'm glad I really didn't or else you'd all kill me! I hope you liked ch. 39, starring so many different characters!
melian hurin Hi there, thanks so much for the review! I'm so glad you liked the reunion between Aragorn and Boromir, it was a bit of hard work to write, but it was worth it cos it seems a lot of people liked it. Thanks for liking the story so much!
Pirate Roberts Thanks so much for reviewing! Oooh, sorry that my story's keeping you from working… :P But I know what you mean, when I'm reading a good fanfic… forget about homework! Lol Yeah, almost lost Boromir back there, but the story is titled "Boromir, Thou Shall Live" so I just couldn't do it (not that I would have wanted to… he deserves to live!!!) Anyway, again, thanks for reviewing, hope you enjoyed reading this new chapter!
i wish i were a cloud Hiya, thanks very much for reviewing! Glad you liked Boromir's point of view in ch. 38. Ahhh… the mysterious voice, well, you'll get your answer in the next chapter! Was this update soon enough?