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Truths and Lies

Cellas's Cave

Eowyn was wide eyed, mouth agape and her face was so pale she was almost translucent. She could not believe who she was looking at, could it really be him? No, it couldn't be, how would he have gotten here, and with Cellas? No it was not possible.

"Are you alright? You look like you have just seen an apparition." said the man. He then walked over and held his hand out to her..

"What are you doing here, are you held captive as well?" she put a hand to her mouth, shocked at herself for blurting such blatant questions, but at the same time she hoped he would answer.

She hardly remembered him really. She had meet him so few times, and she had been quite young. It was really the paintings of him that made her recognize him. Those broad shoulder, that hair that was almost blond, if not for the hint of red/brown. It was him, had to be unless he had a twin everyone seemed to have forgotten about.

"I am no captive, I serve Cellas, the Master. I offered you water because I think it unjust to treat a woman as such, not to befriend a fellow prisoner." he said, now not as friendly.

"But I know you, do you not remember me? I guess you would not, it was a long time ago last we saw one another." she said, talking so quickly he had a pained expression from trying to keep up.

"You are mistaken." was all that the man seemed to want to say, but then he inhaled and continued, " I am Boren, and I am from the far north. I have never been to Rohan, so you see, we could not have meet before this night."

"Boren? No, that is not you, I am certain. Do you not even know your own name?" Eowyn was standing now, looking him straight in the eyes.

"You are not Boren. You are Boromir of the house of Hurin, and a Lord of Gondor."

Tunnel, leading into Cellas's cave

As the light got brighter Faramir crawled all the faster. He heard a woman shriek and yell something about rotten food. It was Eowyn, it had to be, only she would have the courage to be demanding towards her captors.

As he edged towards the light, he realized that it was not a large enough opening for him to fit through, it was hardly more then a sliver, but he could see well enough through it. Most of the cave hollow was on shadow, their was only a single wall torch and it was in the far corner near Eowyn.

She looked well enough, Faramir thought, but the simple fact that she was there at all meant that she was far from well. His gaze started to meander across the fairly large hollow, but he stopped when a new voice echoed through the cave.

It was like being hit with a battle ax. All the air in his lungs seemed to rush out like a damn break on the Anduin. He tried to stand, to run away but smacked his head on the hard rock of the tunnel, thankfully the smack was muted by the hood he wore, and he was left unnoticed.

How could it be possible. he barely had the strength to make himself look up again, though he wasn't sure whether he was more afraid that it was his brother or if it wasn't. Aragorn said that Borormir was dead, that he was struck down by three arrows big enough to take down an ox. Aragorn wouldn't have lied to him, that much he knew, so what had happened.

In that instant he made himself get up, he had to get a better look at the man, he had to be certain that this was indeed Boromir, son of Denethor. The man was still encased in shadow, but he seemed to be reaching to hand Eowyn something. A water skin, he was aiding her, and as he stepped in to the dim light their was no question in Faramir's mind, it was his brother.

His mind started to race, what had happened that day at Emyn Muil? How did Cellas get his brother and how long had he been held captive? Then anger started to fill up in Faramir's chest, if they had in any way hurt his beloved brother in all these months their was going to be hell to pay, for they had now threatened two of Faramir's loved ones and that was unacceptable.

He then turned his somewhat hazy attention back to the conversation between Eowyn and Boromir. He heard his brother saying to Eowyn,

"I am no captive, I serve Cellas, the Master. I offered you water because I think it unjust to treat a woman as such, not to befriend a fellow prisoner." As he heard this exchange his heart sank and he drew away from the small opening in the wall, unable or unwilling to hear anymore. His brother wasn't a captive, he was a willing participant, he was aiding Cellas.

Again he felt the air leave his lungs and he though that he might pass out. This was to much, he could not bear it, he had to get out, and get back to Damrod. He had wanted to get Eowyn's attention, but now he could not remember any of it, all he could think was that his brother was a traitor.

He stumbled out of the cave, almost unable to walk in a straight line. He stopped, leaning heavily against the cave wall in an effort to collect himself and his thoughts. He knew that he had to get back to Damrod and the others, and that he had to get there in one piece, but he could hardly breathe. How could this be possible, his own brother a traitor to Gondor? Never in a thousand years would he ever think that scenario a possibility, for Boromir loved Gondor more than any single person he had ever met.

He shook his head a few times, he opened his eyes, and inhaled deeply allowing the cool night air to spread through his choking lungs. Damrod, he thought, he had to find Damrod. But what could he tell him? He didn't think he had the strength to utter what he had witnessed, but to save Eowyn his men would have to know everything, and if that meant he had to betray Boromir then so be it, for Boromir had betrayed him already.

Cellas's Cave

Boren hastily walked out of the cave hollow, what was Eowyn talking about, he thought. It was true that he didn't remember much of anything before he and Cellas had come to the cave. Occasionally something would trigger a memory, a smell or a sound, it was never a clear or vivid memory, but it was something, though the visions always seemed to leave him more lost then when he had been pulled from the icy water that almost took him beyond the Veil. He had to believe that Cellas had told him all that he needed to know about where he had come from and who he was.

His name was Boren, and he and Cellas had come from the north. They were from the line of Numenor and they were also Dunedain. He trusted Cellas, mostly because it was all he knew or could remember. He stood there just outside the hollow he had just been in with Eowyn, anger started to overtake him, how dare that woman make him doubt Cellas. Cellas had saved him from death, he had dragged him out of the Aunduin after they had been attacked, he had cared for his wounds and risked much to care for him.

As he stood there silently smoldering a hand came to rest on his broad shoulder.

"What ails thee my friend?" Cellas then turned Boren to face him. "That woman would say anything to you, she is from Rohan, and they are a despicable race, a blemish on the face of man."

"I...I just don't understand something. She called me Boromir, it sounds so familiar. There is so mush I don't remember about before that day you pulled me out of the river." Boren let his head drop, he didn't want to anger Cellas, but he was confused, something about what Eowyn had said got to him, and he couldn't shake the feeling he had received from her words.

"My friend, you were injured, I have told you so many times about that day. We were in north Ithilien, making our way south and we were attacked by Gondor's Rangers. Their so called Captain did not even let us explain what we were doing, he shot you down with three arrows." Cellas was getting aggravated, as he always did when Boren asked about such things, Boren had never before though as to why this made him so angered, he had always assumed it was because Cellas didn't like having to relive the experience.

"Yes, I know. I just wish that I could remember, it is so very frustrating to have to ask others about your own life. I'm sorry if I am a burden to you, you have more important things to worry over then I.." Boren looked up then and smiled as Cellas, "let us discuss something less distressing. How fairs our troops? How close are we to discovering the Rangers?"

"Things are going smoothly, we will have them soon. Now that we have some leverage in the form of the White Lady, the Captain of the Rangers will come to us." Cellas had a wide smile, and his eyes seemed to flash in the darkness with the thought of tracking down the Captain.

"Their is one thing that I don't seem to understand. Why do we not go after the King. Would he not be a better target if you mean to gain ground in Gondor?" This had long been a concern of Boren's, it seemed a bit strange to want Faramir, who was the Steward, and not Aragorn who was the King. For now that the King had returned, Gondor no longer needed a Steward, or so he had been told.

"No, we need the Steward, for he holds the loyalty of the people, and most of the Court had known him since infancy. Not to mention Lord Imrahil, who is a key player in the goings on of Gondor, is his uncle. Also Lord Faramir and the King have come to rely on each other, and to have one, is to cripple the other."

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