I don't own Lord of the Rings or it's charachters or places. Only is Mÿne mine.
Mÿne rushed trough the woods. The only thing she could think about was that horn.
BWAAA BWAAA BWAAA
It sounded again. She ran up a hill and nearly tripped over the dry leaves that were covering the ground. A temple rose up in front of her. She quickened her pace even more but stopped when she saw dead bodies. They were orc-like, but had something more human, something more terrifying. They were bigger, broader and, what it looked like, stronger than normal orcs or goblins. She turned a helmet over that showed her a white hand in paint. Swords with a nasty hook were sprawled across the ground. Suddenly Mÿne saw something familiar, an arrow with white feathers.
"Legolas." she whispered.
She threw the arrow down and ran beyond the temple. In the very far distant she could see someone fighting, skilfully wielding his blade, clad in red and dark leather. Even from up there she could identify Boromir. Her eyes glanced over her surrounding and the view in front of her. Aragorn seemed to be on his way but he wouldn't make it on time. Orcs were blocking his way. Gimli and Legolas were behind him, also held up by orcs.
There was one thing to do: run as fast as she could, past Aragorn, head first into battle. So she didn't even take the effort of taking the stairs. She jumped down the edge of the hill and rolled down all to the bottom. She hacked in on an orc waiting for her and broke its neck. Suddenly a hand grabbed her and pulled her to the ground. Mÿne landed harsh and she grabbed her sword. The smell of sewers, blood and sweat washed over her. She rolled over and stabbed the orc in the stomach. He slid down her sword and she rolled over again to pull her sword out of him. The stink of these strange orcs almost made her gag. They were indeed not normal and dumb orcs. These knew how to put up a good fight.
Boromir was still too far away but from where she stood Mÿne could see he had difficulty with keeping up his fight. She ran again, sliced her sword against the legs of the orcs she met.
Mÿne ran to Legolas and Gimli. She hacked the spine of the orc in front of her, letting him roll down the hill. On her right side an orc came running to her, grunting an roaring. She held up her sword to block his attacked and pushed him back. She held up her sword again and the sound of metal against each other rang in her ears. The orc pushed her back, she ducked and slashed at its back. With a deep grunt he fell to the ground. She looked in front of her. There were too many to make it in time!
She set in her sprint again and rushed past Legolas and Gimli, who seemed to shout her name as she did so, but she would not hear it. The only thing what mattered right now was the Gondorian who was about to be swarmed by orcs.
"BOROMIR!" she yelled, though she did not know if he heard her.
An orc crept up from the left. He picked up his fellow orc's sword and started to hack fast at her. Mÿne had to stop, duck and block. There was no room to attack. When she came with her back against a tree, she thought she was finished. The orc slashed at her again, only to get the sword stuck at the trunk of the tree. Mÿne thrusted her sword forward and with a yell stabbed the orc down. A sudden pain krept into her shoulder and she took a quick look. A cut from the orc sword. It didn't look deep so she had to endure it while it lasted. She picked up her pace again. Another hill in front of her. She jumped over roots of trees and crashed into the orc behind it. They fell to the ground and she quickly slit his throat with her dagger. She sheathed it and kept running. She could hear Boromir yelling now.
Her feet almost couldn't keep up her pace. Instead of hacking at orcs she crashed into them. Making it easier to kill them because she had the element of surprise now. She was struggling with one orc when another came from behind to help its buddy. She ducked and the second orc slayed the first one, slashing off its head. Mÿne was covered in blood as she got up, twirled around and slashed the other ones head off. She bend down, her hands on her knees and puffed. Aragorn was still in front of her.
She started running again. It seemed that the number of orcs were less somehow. She rushed past Aragorn, able to outrun the orcs chasing her.
"MYNE, DON'T!" Aragorn shouted.
But she did not listen. She ran over the top of the next hill and stopped in her tracks. Her eyes grew wide and it felt like her heart and sunk to her feet.
An arrow had struck Boromir in his chest. He sat on his knees, grunting. The black feathers were tipped with white, like white fingers of a hand. Boromir stood up with a shout and started to fight again.
Mÿne quickly looked for the archer that did it to Boromir and saw a second arrow flying into his chest. Boromir doubled over and grunted again, down on his knees. Instantly her eyes became watery and she screamed when she crashed into three strong orcs in front of her. She hacked and slashed their heads off, blood going everywhere. She could make out the archer now, an extremely ugly orc. Taller then the rest of them and with long wild hair.
Her eyes turned to Merry and Pippin who were dumbstruck and seemed frozen. Unable to fight. Boromir looked at them and slashed at the orcs around them. Mÿne fought like she never had before. She slashed at the orcs, hacked at them, stuck her sword in their stomachs. Her hands were soaked with blood and sweat and her sword became slippery in her hand. She heard another arrow being tucked and aimed she ran as fast as she could to the archer, only to see the arrow leave its bow.
She crashed into him but orc was too strong to be pushed over. She clung her arms around his shoulders and he dropped his bow. He started to swing to the sides and Mÿne lost her balance. She fell to the ground and he grabbed her collar. For an instant she thought she was flying, until her back crashed into the trunk of a tree and she realized that the orc had thrown her. Pain raised trough her spine and for a moment she saw nothing but darkness. When the light returned to her sight she saw Boromir in front of her, kneeling, trying to steady his breath. The orc had at least thrown her in the right direction...
Pain stretched to her fingers and she found that she could not move. Her sword laid too far from her to grab it. She focussed her eyes on Boromir and the Hobbits but her sight was blurry. She tried to scream when the hobbits were picked up by the orcs and slung across the back, but her voice didn't come out, save for a high panting noise. They marched out of her sight and all she could hear was the screams of the hobbits. Her eyesight faded again and she tried to reach out to Boromir. They looked at each other, fear in both pair of eyes. Mÿne tried to mouth some words but her voice was failing her. Two black legs blocked her sight and when she looked up she saw the ugly face of the orc.
"NO. NO!" screamed Boromir.
Fear grasped her heart as she saw the black arrow pointed at her face. It's sharp end looked menacing. The orc grinned a bloody grin at her and made a growling noise. Mÿne's heartbeat rose to her throat as she waited for the arrow to pierce her head.
Suddenly someone threw the orc off his feet and made him drop the bow. She heard Aragorns yell as he tried to fight the orc bowman. Mÿne dragged herself over to Boromir, who laid down on his back. The arrows sticking out of his chest. She caressed his cheek softly.
"I tried." she said, the tears streaming over her face. Her voice cracked and Boromir tried to smile, though his lips trembled from the effort.
"You're going to be all right, little ranger." he whispered, his voice thin.
Mÿne's tears dripped on Boromirs jacket, unable to say anything comforting to him. She wanted to believe that he was going to be alright. That he was going to live, but as she looked hw shakily his chest was heaving from breathing, that thought soon left her mind. Putting on hand on his head, she tried to wipe away the smears of orc blood. At last Aragorn had managed to finish off the orc archer, though it was a close call.
Mÿne focussed her attention to Boromir, who looked pale. Blood streamed from the corner of his mouth. Aragorn joined them and he kneeled down with Boromir.
"They took the little ones!" Boromir exclaimed immediately.
"Stay still." Aragorn huffed and Boromir placed his shaking hand at Aragorns head to make him listen.
"Frodo." Mÿne breathed, sudden realize what this was about. "Where is Frodo?!"
Aragorn turned his gaze away for a moment. "I let him go."
"Then you did something I could not." Boromir whispered. "I tried to take the Ring from him." and he coughed. Speaking was taking more and more effort for him.
Aragorn looked at him and shook his head. "The Ring is beyond our reach now..."
Boromir grasped Aragorn's cloak tighter. "Forgive me." he breathed, "I did not see. I did not listen." and looked at Mÿne. "I have failed you all."
Mÿne sniffed and tried to wipe her tears away, "No, Boromir."
"You fought bravely. You have kept your honour." Aragorn said as Boromir startled to tremble. His breathing became louder and more difficult. Aragorn reached out for one of the arrows.
"Leave it!" Boromir barked with his last strength. "It is over."
Mÿne clasped her hands over her mouth as she cried. Boromir trembled harder and spit every word out of his mouth.
"The world of Men will fall. And all willcome to darkness...My city in ruin!" Boromir seemed to regain some strength as he grabbed Aragorns shoulder. Aragorn looked at him intensly. Mÿne stroke Boromirs head as Aragorn told him: "I do not know what strength is in my blood. But I swear to you, I will not let the White City fall... Nor our people fail."
That seemed to put Boromir more at ease and he breathed: "Our people." and he reached for his sword. "Our people!"
Aragorn gave him his sword and Boromir placed it on his chest with proud. In the distant Mÿne heard footsteps.
"We will protect Minas Tirith." Mÿne whispered to Boromir. "That I promise to you." He stroke her cheek with his other hand, trembling. She took it and placed a kiss on it. Boromir looked at Aragorn.
"I would have followed your my brother...my Captain...my King!" he said as tears dripped over his cheeks, but he smiled.
All Aragorn could do was cry until Boromir had stopped breathing. His hand felt weak in Mÿnes hand and his eyes were hollow. She let out a yelp and wept. She covered her eyes and grief took over her. She didn't even notice Aragorn speaking his last words to Boromir. She shuddered and the tears rolled out from her eyes.
"They will look for him from the White Tower, but he will not be coming." Aragorn said sadly as he stood up. Mÿne looked at him with wet eyes and he helped her up. The pain in her back was gone but her shoulder still burned with pain. She sniffled and took one last glance at Boromir.
They decided to take Boromirs dead body with them and to place it in one of the boats. When they came to the campside one boat was already missing. Through the thin trees Mÿne could make out two hobbits.
"Sam! Frodo!" she yelled, but Aragorn stopped her. He sighed and looked to the other shore.
"You mean not to follow them." Legolas stated, and Mÿne looked at Aragorn confused.
"Frodo's fate is no longer in our hands." Aragorn said.
Gimli grunted loudly. "Then it has all been in vain. The Fellowship has failed."
Mÿne let Galadriel's words come forward in her mind and thought of Merry and Pippin.
"Not if we stay true and trust each other." she said slowly, "Merry and Pippin are still within our reach if we hurry."
"We will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torment and death." Aragorn agreed. "Not while we have strength left!"
So they led the boat with Boromir to the water. The Anduin being his last place of rest. They watched the boat go down the waterfall, wrapped up the campside and tend to their wounds. Aragorn had bandaged Mÿnes shoulder. It didn't hurt, only when she moved her arm up. She hoped it would be healed enough when they would encounter the orcs again.
"Leave all that can be spared behind. We travel light." Aragorn said to them and he sheathed his dagger. "Let's hunt some orc."
"YES!" Gimli roared as he picked up his axe. Legolas grinned as he followed Aragorn into the woods. Mÿne smiled lightly to herself as she took one last look at the other shore. She would have to keep trust in Frodo and Sam. And she would have to be true to their part of the fellowship. And to herself.
She closed the line behind Gimli as the stepped into the forest. A whole new part of the journey was about to begin...
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