Hmmm, haven't added this in a while but: LOTR is all Tolkien's, with the exception of the characters I have invented. i,e- Cellas, Gorgen.

A Man Without a Country

Cellas' Cave

Eowyn, saw her chance and seized it. She lurched for the keys, that so carelessly dangled from the belt of the orc, known as Cellas. Once she had the keys, she gave one last look over her shoulder to make sure that the orc, was indeed, out cold . Once satisfied that he was not waking up any time soon, she unlocked the shackles around her ankles, and tiptoed to the mouth of the hollow. She then peered down the long, and dark tunnel, in the distance she could see that their was candle light flickering softly in the distance. She had to be carful how she approached, she needed to find Boromir, and somehow convince him of his true identity. If she failed, she knew that their was only one option, she would have to kill him, before Faramir could discover what his brother had become.

Gathering her courage, she stepped into the long tunnel, she tiptoed down, making as little noise as she could, and when she reached the end, she peered into the dimly lit room.

At first, she thought that all was lost, for a man sat alone in the darkness. But as her eyes adjusted to the hazy light, she saw that it was not Cellas, as she feared, but Boromir.

He sat on a wooden bench, smoking a pipe; his eyes were closed as if he were pondering the fait of the world. It was now or never, she would most likely never have another chance to get Boromir alone. She had to make her move.

This will have to be bold , she told herself. Eowyn knew that she had to make him understand that what she was telling him was truth, and not some ploy to get free..

"My lady?!" Boren, opened his eyes to find the White Lady of Rohan, standing but a few feet in front of him. "How did you...when did you..." he was running scenarios through his brain, trying to imagine this slim woman taking down an orc.

"Please, don't speak. All I need are a few moments. If you are still unconvinced of who you are, then...then I will go back to my shackles with no protest." her eyes were pleading to him with a sort of desperation, he had only ever seen in those about to be slaughtered.

"Speak you peace." he responded without thinking, for he was still trying to figure out how she escaped her shackles.

"I implore you sir, to tell me how you came to be in the service of Cellas." her expression had changed to one of severe confusion... or was it disgust, Boren couldn't tell.

"That, My Lady, is none of your business. I said that you could speak your peace, not badger me with questions!" his tone was cold, and defensive.

"Fine, I will tell you, I think that I have put the pieces of the puzzle together." she walked closer to him, her expression softened, she looked as mother might, when explaining something her child; sort of reassuring, a look of comfort flooded her eyes.

"You are part of the line of Stewards...no let me finish. Your father, the then Steward, sent you to Imladris, to attend a meeting of the peoples of Middles Earth. You were one of the nine protectors of the Ring of Power." she stopped for a moment, and examined his expressing of disbelief. "Somewhere along the journey, I think it was at the Falls of Rauros, you were taken down by Uruk-Hai; they thought you dead, and gave you a warriors burial at sea, over the falls. Cellas, must have found you, though I can't imagine how you survived going over the falls." she stopped and searched his face for a response.

Anger rose up in Boren's face, he lashed out saying, "YOU LYE. Who told you such a farce as this." now he was standing, right hand on the hilt of his sward. "Who, I demand to know who told you this."

"Your brother, My Lord, he told me the story as he knew it. And Lord Faramir is not known for telling falsities."

Faramir's encampment

"Cellas is close, but I don't think it wise to alert the King yet. We need a strategy." Faramir was stalling, and Damrod knew it. "I...there aren't so many orc there that we need a large Garrison. I think that we could take them out with stealth." Faramir rose from his spot on the fallen log, and began to pace the length of their campsite.

"My Lord, you must mean for us to gather up some other Rangers from Henneth Anun. We cannot mean to go ahead with just the four of us, it would be suicide." This was from Mablung, other then Faramir, their was no more respected Ranger.

Faramir didn't know yet how to answer his friend. He really had no such strategy in mind, he was simply trying to piece the events of his encounter at the cave, together. He again started to pace, until a large gloved hand grabbed him around his bicep, "Be still Captain, please. Sit here, and take some food and drink. You will feel better on a full stomach." Damrod's eyes were pleading with him to calm himself, if Faramir wanted to keep control over the situation he would have to keep a cool head about him.

"Yes your right, but not about getting more men." Faramir was now looking at Mablung. "This needs to be a stealth operation, and we are the best. I know that it sounds like I've lost my wits, but please hear me out." Faramir was desperate to keep this mission covert, he was still unsure of what to do about his brother. He had the three Ranger's attention now; they were staring at him, waiting for some brilliant plan to come pouring from his mouth.

Now, it is know far and wide that Lord Faramir of Gondor, Steward to the High King, and Prince of Ithilien, is a master strategist. Using his mind is what made him ideal to lead the Rangers in the first place, so why was nothing coming to him, all he saw when he closed his eye's was Boromir, all her heard was his brothers betrayal, and it was eating him form the inside out, starting with the "brilliant plan" section of his brain, so he decided to give it to them straight.

"Alright, there is no way that this is going to work if you don't know everything. I, I well I didn't want to tell you this, I didn't want anyone to know. It is selfish of me, but that is why we are going in, just the four of us." He looked up to see what kind of reaction he was getting so far, but he was met with puzzled expressions, and questioning eyes. "This isn't easy for me to get out, but I have to, so here it is. When I went to the cave, I did see Eowyn..."

"She is dead?!" Anborn blurted out, blue eyes wide with horror.

"No, no she is quite alive. My brother, he, he was there, in the cave with her. They were talking, and at first I thought he must have been a captive, and that I could save them both...but." his words trailed off, he started to get that dreamy look that so often haunted him, he was having a vision.

Many people, soldiers mainly, often wondered about his so called "visions". Many times their were elaborate stories, that the Captain would collapse and shake violently, but they were non of them true. Quite the contrary. To many it was hard to notice at first what would come over him, most of the time he would be in mid sentence, and he would just trail off with a misty expression. He would sort of be looking right through you, like he was seeing a far away place, and he usually was. Then after a few moments he would look up, shake it off and get on with it, because that was the sort of man Faramir was. He never wanted anyone to worry over him.

"My lord" said Damrod, as he waved a hand in front of Faramir's face. "Faramir, are you alright, what did you see?"

"What...oh...it was nothing." but he was lying he had seen something, shadowy figures at first, but it became clear and he knew what he had to do.

TBC - Don't panic, the dream will be explained! :)

Oh and by the way I'm looking for a beta reader, so please forgive the mistakes for the time being. Thanks a million!