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This was not his day.

In the morning as the sun was barely up, the Fellowship left the shores of Lothlórien by boat. Then after countless hours of rowing the boat that Boromir was in charge of with little rest, the nine companions finally reached the shores of Parth Galen.

Just as Boromir dumped the last of the supplies from the boats onto their campsite, the two hobbits, Merry and Pippin, pleaded with him to teach them more about swordsmanship. Of course, the eldest son of the Steward of Gondor couldn't refuse because he had promised them that he would continue to teach them as long as they were willing, at any given time.

As the rest of the Fellowship watched while relaxing and resting (which Boromir had to do without), Boromir tried to go easy on his eager students but Pippin managed to trip on a rock just as the human swung down with his sword which caused both hobbits to be felled.

From then on, unfortunate accidents that only happened to Boromir alone occurred that included getting hung upside down from a tree, his sword and shield vanishing and then reappearing half out of the mud, and being pelted by rocks with no apparent perpetrators. The others didn't help either. They were all very amused by the tricks that were played on Boromir and didn't hide the fact at all.

It was not MY fault. thought Boromir as he went for a walk in the nearby woods for firewood. How was I suppose to know that Pippin would trip on that blasted rock at that exact moment?

Shaking his head, Boromir picked up another stick and added it to his growing bundle of wood in his arms. Suddenly, he heard a small snap off to his right, ahead of him. The Steward's son quietly went to investigate. The first thing he saw was a broken piece of a statue. The second thing he saw was Frodo, the bearer of the One Ring.

"None of us should wander alone, you least of all." said Boromir as he glanced at the wary hobbit. "So much depends on you. Frodo?"

"I know why you seek solitude. You suffer; I see it day by day. You sure you do not suffer needlessly? There are other ways, Frodo, other paths that we might take." continued the Man as he walked towards Frodo slowly.

"I know what you would say. And it would seem like wisdom but for the warning in my heart." replied Frodo.

"Warning? Against what? We're all afraid, Frodo. But to let that fear drive us to destroy what hope we have. Don't you see that is madness?"

"There is no other way!"

"I ask only for the strength to defend my people!" shot back Boromir, throwing down the pile of firewood. "If you would lend me the-"

"No." Frodo refused, stepping back in the process.

"Why do you recoil? I am no thief?"

"You are not yourself."

"But I only wanted to ask you for your-"

"NO!"

And so it went, that Boromir managed to loose his bundle of firewood and become sprawled up the ground, crying out at Frodo that he misunderstood him; the aforementioned hobbit had put on the Ring and ran away.

Yet another hobbit that has a grudge against me. thought Boromir. I seem to be developing a nasty habit for these things. Better stop before I manage to get Sam upset too. These hobbits are sure touchy. I only wanted to ask Frodo for the light of Earendil given to him by Galadriel.

Giving up, the human wandered around the forest while still being wary of any tricks the two hobbits had conveniently "left behind." Until the faint sound of multitudes of feet marching towards where Boromir was snapped him out of his contemplation and sent him racing toward where he last heard Frodo go before losing him entirely.

Which led to his current situation.

Specifically, the situation where he is currently fighting off orc after orc, though their numbers doesn't seem to be lessening anytime soon. There was also the problem about having to meet up with Merry and Pippin and having to put up with their almost constant misthrows of rocks. (They were supposed to be aiming at the orcs.) Boromir could feel that he will have new bruises appearing all over his body by dinner that night.

WHACK!

"OW! That does it! You little-" Boromir said, whirling around at the "innocent" hobbits after blowing his horn to try to get some more help taking care of the orcs.

But he was quickly interrupted by another charging orc which the human quickly dispatched.

WHACK!

Another rock struck the middle of the annoyed man's back, this time distracting him enough to force him to duck very low to avoid an orc's swing.

THUNK!

An arrow landed harmlessly on the ground behind Boromir, going through the spot where his chest was supposed to be.

WHACK! THUNK!

Another rock from the mischievous and oblivious hobbits sent Boromir whirling to his left, just as another arrow was about to hit him.

WHACK! THUNK!

Boromir spotted the orc archer, and rushed toward him catching the orc by surprise. With a quick downward swing of his sword, the burly orc was decapitated. As Boromir fought on, Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli rushed onto the scene and they all drove the Enemy away.

Then again, Boromir mused as the Fellowship checked for any survivors, I guess it wasn't that bad of a day at all. Those two little hobbits saved my life, and we all got out of this mess with barely a scratch. Well, except for me with my back full of bruises.

Boromir smiled at Merry and Pippin.

"Hey Merry, Pippin! I just wanted to thank-"

WHACK! WHACK!

Saved by two hobbits with tastes for revenge… The irony… Perhaps I should have let myself be killed so I wouldn't have to face the torture of having to put up with two juvenile hobbits with abundant ideas for new torture tactics…

WHACK! WHACK!

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AN: Hey. Hope you all had a nice week.