Boromir, Thou Shall Live
By Priscilla Stafford
Author's Note: I'm baaaack! Did you guys miss me? Well, you probably missed my chapters more than me personally. I'm sorry it took a while to get this chapter out; it's my first semester in college and I had a lot of adjusting to do then before I knew it, it was already midterms! After the midterms (which I did all very well!) did I finally get some time to write. And this turned out to be one of my longest chapters out there! I'm not sure if it's the best… :P A lot happens in this chapter, the 'soap opera of Dunharrow' continues. Don't worry, after this chapter things are going to moving swiftly as I'm determined to focus mostly on Boromir and getting him to Gondor.
Without further ado (I'll have more written at the A/N after the chapter), here is my newest chapter!
Chapter Forty-two: What the Future Brings
The charade was over and Boromir found himself feeling the heavy weight in his heart and mind evaporate, leaving him unusually refreshed. The whole ordeal of using the name Lavlaisi had been a little uncomfortable; it had not been deception to a certain degree, but on more than one occasion it had felt as much to him.
Never had he realized just how free it felt to be known for his real name. He knew that one of the reasons he had bee using the name Lavlaisi was to hide; to hide from what he had been forced to go through, to hide from his pain and shame, and to hide from some memories he wish had never taken place.
But the decision had been made to reveal himself; the consequences would come with that decision.
For now, however, he reveled in the feeling that the name of Boromir and his memories associated with what he had done as that man from before no longer shamed him.
He stood up to his full height. He was Lavlaisi, given new life and determined not throw away his new responsibilities of taking that name.
But he was also Boromir, a son of Gondor, the Captain-General of Gondor. He could not escape who he was.
The Gondorian saw that those around him were staring at him with stunned expressions though Eomer's expression was thoughtful as if Boromir's presence was not as astonishing to him as it was to others. The guards had also lowered their weapons as if unsure of what to do.
Merry was the first to be able to react. The Hobbit jumped up from his seat and ran to his friend, throwing his arms around the Gondorian and saying, "You're alive!"
Laughing at the pure joy he saw in Merry's face, Boromir ruffled the mop of sandy-colored hair. "I hope I haven't disappointed you."
"But what happened? All of us have been worrying to death over what happened to you and – " The Hobbit broke off, eyes widening with some sort of realization. "Pippin! Pippin thought you were dead and you just missed him – "
"Now hold on, Merry!" Boromir said, seeing the stricken look on his friend's face. "I am happy to say that I was able to see Pippin, and Gandalf, before they continued on their journey to Gondor."
The Hobbit was instantly appeased, smiling as he said, "Well, what a relief! You must know how anxious Pippin has been since you disappeared."
Someone cleared his throat and Boromir looked up to see that Theoden was watching them with curious eyes, different from his expression of distrust only moments before. "Lord Boromir, Master Meriadoc may wish to know about your 'disappearance' which I had known nothing about, but I am most curious to know about your appearance here in Dunharrow. Especially since neither I nor my men have known of your presence."
"Indeed," Eowyn said, and Boromir could not help noticing the coolness in her voice, "if I had known we had such an esteemed guest, arrangements would have been made. Please accept our sincere apologies."
Boromir winced inwardly at her tone. There was no doubt in his mind that she was upset with him for some reason. Perhaps it was because of her feelings for Aragorn, or because Boromir had witnessed her moment of weakness when the Dunedain had left for the Paths of the Dead.
He decided to dwell his thoughts on Eowyn later; instead, he bowed low before the royal family. "It is I who must apologize for the mysterious nature in which I have been traveling through your lands."
Theoden nodded his head in acceptance of Boromir's words. The king sat back down again, gesturing for the guards to leave. As his men obeyed, Theoden spoke to Boromir. "I have heard from my nephew of how you were the man who was able to warn him of the battle at Helm's Deep. I am forever in your debt. Long had I been worrying over how my nephew was faring and thought that it would be too long before I laid my eyes upon him again."
"It was an honor to ride beside him," Boromir replied, saying this with while meeting Eomer's eyes. The king's sister-son nodded in response to the comment. "It was my hope that we could have met while we were in Helm's Deep; however, I felt that I had to continue my journey, for Minas Tirith awaits my homecoming."
"That she is, my lord," Hirgon said with all seriousness. "It has been too long since our people have seen their Captain-General."
Boromir smiled at the thought of his people. His people, his family. "It is actually pure coincidence that I find myself here in Dunharrow. My companion and I," Boromir looked towards Bawuer, "had been waylaid by Dunlendings and spent the night first in Edoras where we were fortunate to meet with Gandalf and Pippin."
The Gondorian took a breath before continuing. "Soon after our departure from there, we were beset by the Dark Messenger of the Enemy."
This caused all who heard him to stare at him astonishment. Boromir watched as Theoden cast his eyes up and down the Gondorian's frame. There was no doubt in Boromir's mind that the king noted that his right arm was held in a dark sling underneath his cloak. Their eyes met and the Gondorian saw the worry in the older man's eyes.
"I was injured," Boromir said, making it clear he was not giving any details of the ordeal. "I could not continue on my journey till my injuries were cared for. Bawuer thought it best we come here and I have been well taken care of by his family."
"May I ask the reason for all this secrecy?" Theoden asked, clearly not able to understand.
Boromir didn't know how much Theoden knew of the Fellowship. What was he to say? Did they know of Frodo's errand?
Unsure of how much to say, Boromir hoped what he would say would not be looked on with any kind of suspicion. "I cannot go into details for which I apologize now. Long had I traveled with Gandalf, Aragorn, and others; long have I been away from home. For reasons my own, I wished to travel through your lands undetected."
"Unfortunately, not as undetected as you may have wanted to," Eomer commented, indicating Boromir's injured arm.
As Boromir smiled at Eomer's words, Theoden asked, "We will honor your wishes of keeping your presence unknown, for whatever your reasons may be. If that was the case, however, what made you come forward now?"
"When I heard of an errand-rider from Gondor arriving here," Boromir said with a nod towards Hirgon, remembering how he had reacted when Bawuer had told him of the new arrival. There had to be only one reason why his father would consent in sending a rider to Rohan…
Boromir turned to face the other Gondorian, once more the fear for his country settling in the pit of his stomach. "Hirgon, what has happened."
The man shook his head. "It has long been known that we can no longer hold back the forces of the Dark Lands. Lord Denethor bid me bring a message to the king of Rohan that ere long it may come to pass that Minas Tirith is surrounded. The Steward feels that unless the Rohirrim have the strength to break a siege of many powers, the strong arms of the Rohirrim would be better within our walls than without."
"But he knows that we are a people who fight rather upon horseback and in the open," Theoden pointed out, a grim furrow between his eyebrows. "He knows that we are also a scattered people and time is needed for the gathering of our Riders." The king looked at Hirgon thoughtfully. "The Lord of Minas Tirith knows more than he sets in his message, doesn't he Hirgon? For we are already at war, as you may have seen, and you do not find us all unprepared. Even now we are mustering for battle in the East."
Boromir caught the implications of the king of Rohan's words and could only sigh inwardly. His father had many a times seen things before they had actually occurred and used them to his advantage. Too many times had Boromir asked his father about this gift; too many times had Denethor merely ignored the question. Long had Boromir learned there was no sense in asking. But now, as he wondered at his father's uncanny intuition in sending for the Rohirrim, Boromir wished he knew how his father could see these things…
"What the Lord Denethor may know or guess of all these things I cannot say," Hirgon said almost apologetically. "But indeed, our case is desperate. My lord does not issue any command to you; he begs you only to remember old friendship and oaths long spoken, and for your own good to do all that you may.
"It is reported to us that many kings have ridden in from the East to the service of Mordor. From the North to the field of Dagorlad there is skirmish and rumor of war. In the South the Haradrim are moving and fear has fallen on all our coastlands. Little help will come to us thence."
Hearing such news made Boromir sick in stomach and for a split second, he laid a hand on Merry's shoulder for support in a moment of weakness. For so long I knew it would happen, and now it has begun... It is before the walls of Minas Tirith that the doom of our time will be decided…
"Dark tidings," Theoden said, breaking the silence of the room, a silence as if a doom had settled over each person. "Dark tidings, yet not all unguessed."
"Will you go to my people's aide, King Theoden?" Boromir whispered, a hint of desperation in his voice. "I know of the losses you have suffered in your own battles of recent days. I know you must still think to your frontier to the north and east. So great a power as the Dark Lord might well contain you in battle before the City and yet strike with great force across the River away beyond the Gate of Kings."
"We will speak no longer counsels of prudence," the Rohirrim king said. "Even if Rohan itself felt no peril, still we would come to your aid. Ten thousand spears I might have sent riding over the plain to the dismay of your foes. It will be less now, I fear; for I will not leave my strongholds all unguarded. Yet six thousands at the least shall ride behind me."
Boromir looked upon the king of Rohan with some amazement. Did Theoden say what he thought he said…?
Seeing his look, Theoden. "Aye, in this hour the King of the Mark himself will come down to the land of Gondor, though maybe he will not ride back."
Eowyn moved as if to speak but Theoden laid a gentle hand on her shoulder, silencing her with his look. She looked down at her hands placed on her lap, but not before Boromir noticed the turmoil and confusion evident in her eyes.
"A week it may be from tomorrow's morn before you hear the cry of the Sons of Eorl coming from the North," Theoden continued.
Hirgon's eyes widened. "A week!" The messenger seemed as if to say something more but Boromir gave him a pointed look. It would not do to pay any disrespect to those who were coming to their aid.
The Gondorian messenger only sighed and said in a quieter tone, "If it must be so, it must. But you are like to find only ruined walls in seven days from now."
"Unless other help unlooked for comes," Boromir said for all to hear and he could see in the way others seemed to turn away that they knew he meant Aragorn and the Rangers of the Dunedain. As soon as he said the words, seeds of doubt and dismay filled his head as he determined to search for hope. All was not lost. He must keep believing that.
"We will come, of that be assured." Theoden stood up and his men stood up straighter in respect. "But I myself am new-come from battle and long journey, and I will now go to rest. Tarry here for the night," Theoden said to the Gondorians. "Then you shall look on the muster of Rohan and ride away gladder for the sight, and swifter for the rest. In the morning counsels are best, and night changes many thoughts."
"Lord Boromir, would it be possible in any way for us to prepare better lodgings for you?" the king asked the Gondorian captain but Boromir only shook his head.
"Thank you for the most kind offer, but I have placed myself in Bawuer and his family's hands and they have been most generous. I could not be provided for in any better way."
"And for that they shall be duly rewarded for their service to you and to me," Eomer broke in. Boromir stole a quick look at Bawuer and saw the Rohirrim soldier's demeanor relaxed noticeable. No doubt Bawuer had been worrying what would become of him and his family in their silence in keeping Boromir hidden in the encampment.
Boromir felt Merry move from his hand on the hobbit's shoulder. "King Theoden, if it would be all right, I would like to be with my long lost friend for the night." Merry looked up to Boromir. "If it's all right with you."
"It would be an honor, and my greatest pleasure," Boromir said, smiling at the eager look on the hobbit's face. The smile slipped some when he realized just what he would have to tell Merry about his 'disappearance'…
Theoden gave his consent, saying. "Master Meriadoc, I need no more of you tonight. But be ready to my call as soon as the Sun is risen."
The king's tone caused Boromir to frown slightly. What did this all mean, the way the king spoke so formally… almost as if to a…
"I will be ready!" Merry only smiled and Boromir shook away the thought that had crossed his mind. Maybe he had only imagined the tone Theoden had used on Merry; like a liege lord to someone under him.
Boromir was about to speak when Merry continued, earning stunned and almost fearful looks from all who heard him. "I will be ready even if you bid me ride with you on the Paths of the Dead."
The Gondorian squeezed his hand which was laid on Merry's shoulder and with a glance tried to tell the Merry that this was not the time to bring up the matter of the Paths of the Dead.
"Speak not words of omen, Master Holbytla!" Theoden looked away before one more putting a hard look on the hobbit. "There may be more roads that one that could bear that name. But I did not say that I would bid you ride with me on any road."
This time Merry was about to protest but Boromir sensed it and gripped the hobbit's shoulder purposely. The hobbit, understanding the signal, sighed but obeyed by lowering his head slightly in respect to the king.
Smiling kindly to Merry, Theoden then met eyes with the others in the room. "Good night; tomorrow morning will reveal much for what is in the future for all us. But first I have some things to discuss with my niece and nephew in private."
Eowyn's and Eomer's eyes met for a brief moment before simultaneously nodding. Boromir bowed to the royal family as did all the others in the room. After once more thanking the kind for his generosity and hospitality, as well as for the decision in coming to the aid of Gondor, the tent was emptied except for Theoden and his nephew and niece.
As soon as they were out of earshot to the occupants of the tent, Hirgon faced the Gondorian captain, a look of complete relief in his face. "My lord, you were gone so long… many had begun to doubt…"
"It is no matter," Boromir said with a smile. "Twill not be long before the Tower Guards will herald my homecoming."
"Minas Tirith will be glad to have you home again, my lord." But Hirgon was not smiling, a hardened edge in his eyes which spoke volumes to Boromir.
The captain sighed and looked at his feet, trying to regain some of the excitement of getting home. Yet the fact that Hirgon was here in Rohan reminded him just how much 'home' had changed since he had left. How could the armies of Mordor have advanced so much in his absence?
"I shouldn't have left," Boromir whispered under his breath. Those around him guessed that he was speaking to himself and remained silent. He spoke again, this time addressing Hirgon. "How is the Steward?"
Hirgon straightened his posture but Boromir noticed the slight nervous tightening of the other man's fists. "The Steward is well."
Liar…Boromir tried hard to keep from snapping out that he didn't care if whatever good or bad news there was about his father; he cared about knowing the news. "The Steward, he… is my father." He sighed in frustration before continuing. "I need to know everything."
Hirgon cast his gaze around quickly before returning his attention to Boromir but the captain had seen enough; Hirgon had looked at Bawuer and Merry who were standing next to Boromir. Whatever Hirgon was going to say, the messenger wasn't sure just how much the others, obviously Boromir's friends, were allowed to hear.
And Boromir didn't know himself…
He was saved from any awkwardness as Bawuer spoke to Merry. "Come along Master Meriadoc, I'm sure you would like to hear some news of your cousin Pippin."
"Only if you call me Merry," the hobbit said seriously. Boromir watched grateful as his other two companions walked away though stopping far enough away to not interfere with the Gondorians' conversation and close enough to come if needed.
Facing Hirgon once more, Boromir asked, "Now you can tell me whatever it is that you are reluctant to say."
"It is with no reluctance that I speak," Hirgon insisted. "I am only being… cautious."
"Ah, yes…" Boromir smirked though his eyes probably portrayed the dark, sarcasm behind whatever humor he found in the situation. "Rumors tend to be over exaggerated… or very truthful."
"Lord Denethor has kept much to himself every since you left though he is always open for news," Hirgon explained. "But as I said to Theoden, though not with too much clarity, your father seems to already know much of what is going – "
"Aye, that he does." Taking a moment to think, Boromir eyed the messenger carefully.
The look made Hirgon sigh before continuing. "I do not wish to seem like I agree or approve of whatever the people are saying about… the Steward's behavior. Long has it been since the people have seen Lord Denethor venture out from the Citadel into any other part of the city. He hasn't given any public address since his return from Osgiliath just before you left."
Gritting his teeth and looking away, Boromir tried to check the growing frustration towards his father. What was Father thinking? In times of war, the worst thing that could be done was make the people become insecure of their future. Boromir could guess just what kinds of rumors were being spoken among the residents of Minas Tirith.
How could his father act so… almost… irresponsible? As if he didn't care about the future of Minas Tirith?
Guilt crept into Boromir's thoughts; guilt for whatever decision that had prompted him to ever stay from home so long.
"I will ride with you at first light tomorrow," Boromir said to Hirgon in a firm, contemplative voice.
"Forgive my impertinence, but I wish to dissuade you from that decision," Hirgon replied stiffly to which Boromir gave him a sharp look. Before his superior could speak, Hirgon continued, "You are injured, my lord. Please let me convince you to ride with the Rohirrim. Your injuries – "
"I will be able to handle my injuries."
Hirgon winced but bravely went on. "I will not risk you to come with me as my companion and I ride to try to reach the City before…" Here the messenger finally paused as if trying to find the right words. "Please understand; if there was any chance we could reach the City with you are injured as you are, I would not go against you."
"'Any chance we could reach the City'," Boromir repeated slowly. He knew the implications that were being made as clear as day. It was no longer a matter of 'if' Minas Tirith will be attacked; it was a matter of 'when'. And he would slow his fellow countrymen down in their attempt to give the news of the coming of the Rohirrim to those back home…
Realizing that Hirgon was watching him intently, Boromir came to a decision, albeit one he didn't like but one he knew was the right choice. "You and your companion will ride on ahead tomorrow. I will follow close by with the Rohirrim army."
"It would be best, my lord," Hirgon said with a bow of his head and though there seemed to be a tightening in the other's jaw, Boromir dismissed the act. He laid a hand on the other's shoulder, looking into Hirgon's eyes intently.
"Tell them I will be home soon."
"I could not bring more joyous news to those waiting your return."
The two of them smiled, though there was a strain behind their eyes, betraying their worry for home. However, Boromir cast it aside when he noticed the other Gondorian messenger, one who he recognized as Barod, hastening to greet Boromir.
Boromir allowed himself to relax. He wasn't home, but a part of home was with him now and he thanked the Valar for that.
Eomer walked out of the tent to observe that on the most part, those who had left earlier were still within a fairly close distance. Farthest away were the messenger named Hirgon and Boromir, along with another man he assumed was the other Gondorian rider. Eomer couldn't help but thoughtfully watch the newly revealed heir to the Stewardship of Gondor. He still didn't know how he hadn't realized that Lavlaisi and Boromir were one and the same. The man seemed to keep… changing whenever he saw him.
Who was the man today? Certainly not the mysterious, quiet stranger from Helm's Deep…
The Rohirrim man had wanted to speak with Boromir but seeing as how the two Gondorians were in deep conversation, shifted his attention to the other two men. Well, not quite, he thought as he smiled at Merry's short stature compared to everyone else around him.
Both Bawuer and Merry noticed Eomer approaching them and tried to bow before Eomer stopped them. "Both of you are full of surprises," Eomer said in a mock serious voice. "A hobbit from far away and a humble soldier, both closely acquainted with one of the most powerful men in Gondor and abroad."
As he indicated Boromir, Eomer saw Bawuer clear his throat in a nervous manner. That act, accompanied with the look of extreme discomfort made Eomer smirk. "Bawuer, you did just as I asked you and I could not ask for more."
"It is not that, if I may be so bold to say so, my lord," Bauwer spoke.
"As if anything in the past has ever stopped you from speaking boldly," Eomer said, lazily raising an eyebrow.
Bawuer almost smiled at the retort but kept on speaking. "It was Lord Boromir's wish that he remain anonymous and by his request I did not go against his wishes."
"I assume you were telling the truth when you said you had never met him."
When the other man nodded, Eomer continued. "So he inspired such loyalty from you not as a close friend but as your duty as a Gondorian?"
At this, Bawuer stiffened, a mask suddenly descending over his features to hide any feelings Eomer had triggered by his remark. The reaction made Eomer silently nod to himself. So it was true what they said about the young half breed… both Rohirrim and Gondorian but with a strange aversion to his Gondorian roots.
Yet strange how Bawuer, a loner by nature, had seemed to become fast friends with the Gondorian lord.
It was Merry who broke the sudden tension between the two men as the hobbit asked curiously, "You're Gondorian? I had been thinking all this time that you were of the Rohirrim."
Bawuer immediately relaxed as he looked down at the previously silent third member of the group. "I'm only half Gondorian."
"Oh. Well, that makes more sense."
For a few moments the three of them smiled and Eomer saw the other man noticeably relax. Only then did he speak again. "I'm glad you have become such friends with Boromir, as it may appear from what can tell."
Just as Bawuer nodded politely to Eomer, the tent flaps were pulled open and they saw King Theoden and Eowyn exit. Theoden noticed his nephew but only smiled before leaving for his quarters.
On the other hand, Eowyn paused for a moment, looking first to some distance where Boromir stood. Noticing that Eomer was watching her, she smiled to her brother and seemed just about to join him when she noticed his company. The smile left her face abruptly as she met eyes with Bawuer then after giving him a cool look, walked away leaving a bewildered Eomer.
Hoping to find some answers from his companion, Eomer looked at Bawuer just in time to see the Rohirrim soldier cringe.
"Just what exactly have you done to deserve such cold treatment from my sister?" Eomer asked a little more harshly than he had wanted to. He had every right to be harsh, however; this was his sister and however much he may like the man, there would be no forgiveness if Bawuer had done something to his sister…
"I'm afraid your sister was suspicious of my arriving here with such a mysterious companion," Bawuer explained. "And I'm also afraid she truly believed me to be lying that you were in fact the one who had ordered me to travel with Boromir… or whom she thought was 'Lavlaisi' at the time."
"Perhaps she has reason to act the way she did," Eomer stated thoughtfully at Bawuer's explanation. Maybe it would be better if he had a chance to talk to her before she retired for the night.
The thought made him realize just how much he had of late not had a chance to just sit down with her as brother and sister. She was looking better than when he had last seen her in Edoras, but there was a tense, almost distant look in her eyes that he did not like. For reasons he could not fathom why, she acted almost as if she was dissatisfied with life; or maybe she was just sad…
But why?
He didn't understand what was going on in Eowyn's heart and as he quickly said good night to Bawuer and Merry after promising to talk to them the next day, hoped that there would be some way he could get her to tell him what was wrong.
Merry could have relaxed and enjoyed himself. He and Boromir, finally getting some time alone in the tent Boromir had been staying in, were seated on the ground but surrounded by some blankets to make everything more comfortable. It was just the two of them and all was dark except for the two lamps lit up for them. All in all, it was quiet and Merry could not have felt more at ease in his present surroundings.
They were finally alone and Merry could ask questions of Boromir that only the Gondorian could answer.
However, here and now, Merry wondered if he had wanted any of the answers to which Boromir had just given him.
Stunned, Merry blankly looked away, trying to digest all of what Boromir had told him. Boromir tried to take the Ring from Frodo? It almost felt unreal; a joke or a prank on his behalf, a trick of some sort...
Yet the look on Boromir's faced betrayed the raw truth of the Gondorian's words. Merry could hardly bear the look of guilt and shame on Boromir's face. What was worse was the calm way in which the man appeared ready to accept any of Merry's reactions.
The thing was, Merry didn't know how to react.
What was he supposed to do? What could he say to make those eyes stop looking at him as if waiting for Merry to do or say something?
The hobbit looked down at his hands, mind reeling with the news. He couldn't believe what Boromir had done; he admired and looked up to him. At least, he used to admire and look up to the man… but now? Loyalty to Frodo, his own kinsman, and loyalty to Boromir, the man who had watched over all of them, confused and bothered Merry as he tried to sort everything out in his head.
There was only one question in his mind which he voiced quietly to Boromir.
"Why?"
The Gondorian gave Merry a sad smile. "I was blinded with promises of power, pure and simple. The Ring was manipulative. There was nothing more I wanted than the power to save my people."
Boromir sighed as he continued. "Love can be a great strength as well as a great weakness. Perhaps I should have had as much faith in Gondor as I had a great love for my home."
"I'm sorry," Merry said after a few moments thinking about Boromir's words. "Throughout our journey from Rivendell, while you looked over Pippin and me, I never realized just what you were going through."
"I can't abide you apologizing to me for anything," Boromir said kindly but firmly. "My weakness cost not myself but others a great deal. I should have been on the banks of the river with the others, not going after Frodo for something I had no right to even think about." Sadly he added, "I should have protected you and Pippin better."
At the thought of the Uruk-Hais, Merry unconsciously shivered but bravely replied, "I'm only glad that it was just Pippin and me that were taken. I can't imagine if Frodo had been taken instead of us."
Boromir abruptly looked away, disgust and horror on his features. "Do not dwell on such dire thoughts, little one," he said quickly.
Both remained quiet for a while, deep in their own thoughts. As Merry worked out all that had been recently revealed to him, some things began to clarify themselves. "I had always wondered but never asked just why Frodo and Sam had gone on alone to Mordor," the hobbit said. "Would the rest of us… I mean… I don't really understand the Ring's power… how it could control our very owns thoughts. But, if you… I mean…"
As he stumbled over his own words, Merry could feel his voice getting smaller as he tried to ask Boromir something he didn't know was the best thing to ask right now.
The Gondorian smiled though, as if guessing the reason for Merry's discomfort in speaking clearly. "Are you meaning to ask if the others would have been influenced just as I had been?"
Merry nodded so Boromir continued. "Who knows what would have happened if we had remained together as a Fellowship. On my part, I am glad in a way that we will never have to find out."
"I still can't believe that you… I mean, that it could have made you…" Here Merry broke off, face reddening. He just still couldn't believe that someone like Boromir could have fallen under the Ring's influence.
"I'm sorry that I have fallen from any estimation you might have had of me," the Gondorian said with a sigh full of guilt. "You do not know just how many times I have replayed the scene between Frodo and me on that day at Amon Hen."
The man shook his head in frustration and looked away as Merry tried to think of what to say. He understood the consequences of what Boromir had done; he had broken a trust among the Fellowship to look out for Frodo, the Ringbearer.
Yet this was his friend and companion, and no matter what Boromir had told him just now, Merry knew without surprise that he still trusted this man.
Merry didn't know what Boromir wanted him to do or say but for the hobbit, there was really only thing to be done; to tell Boromir what he felt.
"Boromir?" Though the man was still looking away, Merry knew by the way Boromir was cocking his head slightly that he was listening. "Pippin was devastated when he realized that you might… not have made it. Even when I knew that there was the possibility we might never meet again, I kept some small amount of hope that after all this is over, all the members of the Fellowship would be reunited."
As he spoke, the truth of his words and the determination of wanting to get the message through to Boromir caused Merry to raise his voice slightly. "Frodo and Sam are out there continuing on the quest, Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli have gone on their own adventure, and Pippin has gone off with Gandalf to Minas Tirith.
"And I am telling the complete truth when I say that I'm glad you're here."
At this, Boromir finally met Merry's eyes hesitantly. "Even with what I've told you?"
Merry paused for a moment, considering the question and knew the answer in an instant. "I am glad you're here. Through all that has happened, you are still my friend. It would have to take quite a lot to change that."
Boromir looked at the hobbit thoughtfully before replying, "As gracious as your words are, considering what I have done, I must admit that it is… unsurprising." He smiled. "I have made friends from a Fellowship of the best that men, elves, dwarves, wizards, and aye, hobbits, have to offer. I, too, am glad that you are here, Merry."
The air around them seemed to relax as Merry found himself breathing easier and meeting Boromir's eyes with a smile. Matters were resolved and no longer did Merry feel a sense of confusion about his friend. Boromir was right about what he said about the Fellowship; Merry would not trade his friends who formed the Fellowship with anyone from the whole of Middle-earth.
All of a sudden, Merry felt inexplicably tired and he realized just what a long day it had been. One excitement right after another, and the biggest excitement of all sitting before him now. Yet there was nothing Merry could do to stop himself from yawning. And it did not go by unnoticed, just as Merry had predicted.
Boromir chuckled and got up, albeit stiffly which made Merry wonder just how badly the man was hurt. "Well, my friend. I see that it is getting late and I should let you get some rest."
"Where are you going?" Merry queried as Boromir headed for the tent flaps.
"I think I need to a breath of fresh air before I try to find any sleep tonight," Boromir said.
"Are you sure you should?"
He asked the question in what was hopefully a light tone but Merry knew that Boromir could read between the lines.
"To tell the truth, I would rather move than have to stay in one place for too long periods at a time," the Gondorian explained with an uncomfortable expression on his face, eyebrows furrowed and his eyes thoughtful and distant.
"Are you planning to travel with your countrymen?" Merry asked worriedly. Would Boromir wish to leave Merry behind in hopes to reach Gondor as soon as possible? Would Merry only slow Boromir and his men down?
Boromir shook his head. "I believe that it would be better if I traveled with the Rohirrim."
Merry breathed in relief. "So we will be traveling together."
At this, Boromir regarded him carefully. "What exactly is your relationship with the king of Rohan?"
Lifting his chin up, Merry answered in a proud voice, "I am esquire to King Theoden. I offered him my service and my sword."
To Merry's surprise, Boromir started laughing heartily though the man calmed down when he noticed Merry's look. "I'm sorry, I am not laughing at you in the least," Boromir apologized. "It is only that you and your cousin share not only blood but also the same characteristics of loyalty and a sense of fealty."
This only added to the hobbit's confusion. What exactly did that mean?
But Boromir didn't give Merry time to query further as the man pulled the tent flaps open and took a step outside. Before he was gone completely, Boromir stopped and faced Merry. "Thank you Merry. I will see you in the morning."
"Good night, Boromir."
With that, the flaps were closed and Merry was alone.
But not really alone…
Merry smiled as he prepared to sleep.
Eowyn stood in front of the campfire, eyes staring but unseeing into the fiery flames. Her brother had just left though she knew he hadn't left satisfied.
In frustration, she sighed and wondered what exactly was wrong with her. She knew deep down she was acting highly irrational in her behavior and treatment of those around her. Yet the only excuse she had was that no one understood her, which in itself brought up so many more questions she did not want to deal with. No on could possible understand her.
For if she herself did not know what was in her own heart, who else could?
She had tried to talk to Eomer; she had been excited and happy to see him here in Dunharrow. Yet the excitement and happiness abruptly faded with the knowledge that he was only here just to leave again the morning. To leave her alone just like her uncle Theoden.
And just like him.
For the thousandth time, she cursed the day her eyes had met with Aragorn's. It had felt like something had connected between them, something inexplicable but real. Hadn't he felt it, too?
She wanted to do something, do anything to get her mind off everything that was troubling her.
Deciding to go to the armory booth set up among the lodges of the king's guards, Eowyn swiftly made her way there, thankful for something to do. Aragorn had requested of her early in his stay at Dunharrow that she find some gear for Merry. How could she say no; Merry should be armed for battle if he were to ride with the king and the Rohirrim. Eowyn knew her uncle was thinking of leaving Merry behind. How her uncle would hate the plan forming in her head about Merry… and herself.
And why shouldn't she fight? Why couldn't she fight for the ones she love? It was her choice and her choice alone; who was to say whether she should fight or not.
As she neared the booths, she felt her temper flaring within her about the situation she was in. Her uncle had specifically placed her in charge to govern the folk of Rohan in his stead and yet as much as she loved him like a father, she felt a certain bitterness towards him. She was to be left behind yet again, her whole life having been as if lagging behind everyone. Would there ever be a time when someone would want her instead of placing her at the sidelines and let her watch the world go by?
Not this time, she vowed. Not this time…
It was her thought to search the armory booths at her leisure, for it was late and everyone had gone to bed except for the guards. It would take much searching to find gear that would be compatible to Merry's size. She already knew that sleep would not come easily to tonight; what would be the use of trying?
Eowyn passed a guard and she quickly assured him that there was need for her to have some sort of escort. Yet what caught her attention was what the guard told her next.
She turned her head to the booths where the swords were placed and found that the booths were not as deserted as she had thought it would be…
"Please, I will not keep you from your duty," Eowyn assured the guard once more who paused before bowing and continuing on his patrol. Eowyn did not even watch him leave as she was quietly contemplating on what to do. The lone figure standing among the rows of armory was none other than Lavlaisi, newly revealed as the Lord Boromir of Gondor. Her current mood prompted her to think nothing of him and just walk away. On top of which, there was nothing she could think of to say to this man…
However, just as she was turning away she heard a voice call out to her and say, "Lady Eowyn, would you care to join me?"
His back was still to her though his head was inclined slightly towards her. Eowyn decided he must have heard her talking to the guard for she was too far for him to somehow feel her presence. Or could he?
As she walked towards him, Eowyn tried to remember everything, if anything, about what she knew of Boromir. She knew only that he was the son of the Steward of Gondor, famed for his battle prowess and abilities in warfare. Yet there was nothing much to know about the man, though it was known that he was well loved by his people.
Only when she was standing next to him did he turn to face her. A small smile was on his lips that was polite and friendly though not in any overt way, the way casual acquaintances would except Eowyn could not shake away the feeling that he was searching her face carefully like a friend worries for another.
Yet she reminded herself that they were just mere acquaintances and as such, she would act accordingly. "Lord Boromir, a surprise to see you here."
"I asked permission to look through your armory and if possible, be allowed to take a sword for myself. Dunhere was kind enough to oblige me and gave me free access to pick and choose from among your weapons."
"Have you no sword of your own?" Eowyn asked skeptically though she could find no reason as to why he would lie about being in want of another sword.
He seemed to consider her question with the utmost thoughtfulness then finally looked away, fingering one of the sword handles. "Let us just say that I am need of a sword and leave it at that."
Eowyn did not answer but chose to only observe the man standing before her. He was still wearing his dark cloak but his head was uncovered so that she could see his face which was now expressing deep thought as his left hand hovered over and sometimes touched several swords before him.
She allowed herself to unabashedly study his features, everything foreign to her for as a Gondorian he was different from the Rohirrim men. It was not just his coloring though that in itself was foreign to Eowyn. Dark hair with that odd shade of reddish brown, his hair cut at the shoulders in a style shorter than the men of Rohirrim. A fair and noble face his was, one which demanded attention yet at the same time could be easily imagined blending into the surroundings because of his calm, subtle aura.
Realizing that in some manners, in small ways almost inexplicable, Boromir reminded her of the chieftain of the Dunedain, Eowyn dropped her eyes suddenly, disturbed by the realization. This man was not Aragorn and no one could ever measure up to the man who would be King…
"So, what conclusions have you come to about me?" Though he still wasn't looking at her, he was still strangely in a way focused solely on her.
"I do not presume to know you well enough to come to any conclusions, my lord," Eowyn answered neutrally.
Boromir smiled. "Fair enough, Lady Eowyn. Then may I ask you what you are doing here so late at night and unattended?"
"What makes you think that I am need of being attended to?" Eowyn said as calmly as she could though she let slip a small amount of annoyance she felt in his question.
At this, Boromir finally did look at her, one eyebrow raised questioningly. "If you are finding my company irritable in any way, I do not wish to keep you from wherever you need to be." His tone was light and with an undercurrent of humor but Eowyn could see he seemed curious to know how she would reply.
Keeping her tone light, Eowyn gestured to the booths. "I am here for a specific reason, too."
"Ah… don't tell me you yourself are looking for a new sword?" Boromir proceeded to look her up and down almost lazily. Eowyn felt herself blush under his scrutiny, keenly aware of her appearance. She had abandoned most of her armor and was now dressed in leggings, a shirt and another tunic tied around the waist with a belt, her sword firmly strapped to her side in some sort of defiant gesture to anyone who would question her on her appearance.
After a few moments he met her eyes, a glint in his eyes accompanied with a smile on his lips. Very purposely he turned his attention to the booth in front of him, taking a step away to look further along the row of swords.
Such an aggravating man! Didn't he have any manners or knowledge of etiquette? Eowyn had half a mind to turn on her heel and leave him without having any more words spoken between them.
Yet she found herself staying where she was, watching the tall, dark figure looking at the weapons with a practiced eye. At times he would reach out and run his fingers lightly along the handles, the act done with precision and calmness.
Watching his movements, Eowyn realized that she was completely relaxed here in his company, his presence oddly soothing. So instead of walking away, Eowyn chose to lean against the table, trying to figure out why exactly he made her feel this way.
If he thought it strange that she was still there, Boromir did not comment as he continued down the booth. He finally stopped at one point, eyes lingering on something particular. For the first time since she'd seen him there, he picked up a sword by the handle and began testing its weight. Next he brought it up to his face, looking along its length.
"What is your opinion, my lady?"
"What?" she asked, startled by the question.
"I asked what do you think."
Surprised that he was even asking her for her opinion, Eowyn walked up to him, curious as to what sword he was deliberating on. It was a long, double-edged sword, not as hefty as some but one which would still require a strong arm to control. The design was overall fairly plain and simple, the cross guard straight and the pommel on the more flattened side.
Eowyn knew that much could be determined by a man's choice in his sword and saw how true it was. "It suits you if I may say so."
Boromir shifted his grip the handle and expertly twirled it backwards, quickly lifting it up so that the blade was pointing straight up. He stared at the blade for few moments as if trying to decide whether he liked it or not.
Eowyn hesitated before trying to casually ask, "Would you care practice with it, to see whether you like it?"
He looked at her, his expression neutral but eyes silently prodding her to explain. She briefly looked away, then after deciding she was already a fool to have even thought of it, continued. "I meant if perhaps you will care to spar with me."
There was no disguising the surprise on his face and Eowyn waited for him to laugh at her or mock her in some way. Yet to her own surprise, he did neither but just looked at her thoughtfully. He finally spoke, his words apologetic. "My lady, it is getting late and – "
"I understand," Eowyn interrupted, more disappointed than she would admit even to herself. She should have known that Boromir was no different than all the others. She was only a woman, someone to be left behind in times of war. For some reason, his thinking of her that way hurt as she never thought it would. What made her care what he thought of her?
This time she was determined to leave without another word. However, she had hardly taken a few steps when a strong hand grabbed her arm gently yet firmly so that she could not escape from his grip. All Eowyn could do was refuse to meet his eyes and wonder why he was stopping her.
"You didn't let me finish, Lady Eowyn; a very impolite thing to do," Boromir said, his tone wry. "It is getting late, but will I be too bold if I were to ask whether we could postpone a short sparring session until tomorrow morning?"
The unexpected offer made Eowyn go still and look into his face, in search of whether he was jesting or not.
But there was no jest in his eyes.
And all Eowyn could do was nod though she knew not what possessed her to agree.
"Where and when can I meet you?"
Throughout the time they quickly set up a time and place, Eowyn was distracted beyond all reason. She couldn't stop looking into his face, searching for signs of whether he was mocking her. Was this some sort of mind game, something motivating him to treat her in such a manner?
Boromir smiled. "I look forward to sparring with you tomorrow." He was still lightly holding on to arm but after he spoke, he slid his hand down to grab her hand, causing a strange sensation to course through Eowyn. He brought her hand up to his lips, kissing her gently across her knuckles. After whispering good night, his breath warm on her hand, he let go of her.
He went to get his newly chosen sword just as Eowyn remembered the man had his right arm in a sling. She stepped forwardly quickly, stopping him from taking up his sword. "Please, let me." She picked up the sword by the handle and sheathed it into its plain yet adequate scabbard.
After taking it from her with a word of thanks, Boromir bowed and left, soon leaving Eowyn by herself among the booths. Instead of having a sense of sharp loneliness she felt whenever she found herself alone, she felt almost satisfied. There was no feeling of dread when thinking about the coming day.
And the realization of just why she was looking forward to tomorrow made Eowyn purse her lips and distractedly go back to her tent, having forgotten what had caused her to be at the armory booths so late at night…
Author's Note: I hope that wasn't too bad… :S I'm sure everyone's scratching their heads after reading the last part between Boromir and Eowyn. What's up now, huh? Many reviewers on the most part liked Deluen and said she's perfect for Boromir while a handful of people insisted she's not right for Boromir. Yet I've added Eowyn to the mixture now. I know, I'm evil… lol! Anyway, I'll tell you right now that a lot of the 'romance' aspect to my story hasn't 'been set in stone' at all though I have a pretty good idea about who ends up with who. All will be revealed someday!
I'll also try to get the beta-read chapter 9 to 12 out as soon as I can. Thanks to my wonderful beta-reader!
Next Chapter: Did you get all excited when you read that Boromir and Eowyn are going to do some sparring? Well, the next chapter starts off with that then continues getting the Rohirrim out of Rohan. Also, 'tomorrow' (for the story) is when Faramir arrives in Minas Tirith… wiggles eyebrows I'll probably get a little into that, too. This time hopefully I won't take too long to update another chapter. :P
A word to my "Family of Reviewers":
I'd like to thank all my reviewers for reviewing and also for prodding me to keep writing. All of your messages are much appreciated and though I would love to reply to every single one of you guys, unfortunately it has reached the point where it takes quite a bit of time just to try replying to everyone. So I'm going to try to give an overall reply to everyone and for those people who have asked me specific questions I will give a short reply. I hope you all understand! Overall, everyone mostly commented on Deluen from the previous chapter. It's funny to see how there are people who either like her a lot or completely don't care for her. Well, we'll see how it goes with her in the story, ok?
Also, thanks so much for those who complimented me on Denethor's character in the previous chapter. I'm glad he was believable since he's a very difficult character; very complicated and 'twisted', if you know what I mean. Glad you liked it though!
shie1dmaidenofrohan I feel so stupid about writing 'Periodoc' in the previous chapter. :S I'll have that fixed right away; thanks for pointing it out!
Susan W Yup, I'm planning to write the scene with Faramir reporting to Denethor, but perhaps not the whole scene because I'm trying to write only 'new' scenes which differ from the books/movies so that everything doesn't get too drawn out. What do you think? As for Faramir and his dreams, he's doing ok for now. :P I might have a dream sequence later on but I'll see. Again, your thoughts on this will be appreciated.
MissBubbles I'm planning on having Beregrond being in my story, though his part might be slightly different. Yeah, I know what you mean by things being different because Pippin isn't necessarily in Denethor's service. Puts a different spin on things, though it'll (hopefully) work out.
Celebwen Telcontar Thanks for mentioning my mistake in writing 'Peregrin' as 'Periodoc'… a lapse into stupidity I'm afraid. :P
striderthekla Thanks much for your insight on what would happen if Deluen and Boromir got together. Lots of interesting points and I'll keep them all in mind as I progress in my story. Again, thanks again because you raised up quite a few interesting questions which I hadn't really thought about or explored.
akinagirl I know about the proper way to write the title is Boromir, Thou ShaltLive. :S I don't know what I was thinking a couple of years ago when I made the title as it is now. I'm trying to decided if I should actually change the title, what do you think? I'm thinking I should, and perhaps will bring it up with my readers when I post the next chapter. But thanks for continuing to read my story even with an ungrammatical title. :P
Marta Thanks so much for your wonderful review which helped me get this new chapter out. :P Yes, I know of Evendim's work; she's a genius, that's all I can say. I have a question and I hope I don't sound stupid but… what exactly is a 'manip' that you said you've done for 'Boromir, Thou Shall Live"? I'm not sure what it is, but whatever it is, I'm flattered that you were inspired to do so when reading my story. I'll write you an e-mail after posting this new chapter to ask again. And no, your English is excellent, no need to apologize if (and if indeed!) you had any spelling or grammatical mistakes.
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