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A/N: Thanks to all those who reviewed. Hope you enjoy this drabble.
I don't normally write in first person, but I thought it was more appropriate for this drabble. This is a little bit of an experiment for me.
Hope you like.
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Drabble Eight: Boromir's Last Vision
The battle had seemed endless, everlasting, the orcs swarming in a hoard that had left not one sight on the horizon bereft of their presence — but for me this sight had waned.
I lay dying in Aragorn's arms when I first saw her, standing gently aside. Such a presence there was about her that I thought for one moment the White Lady was looking upon me once more, judging me, speaking to me. But no. Fair though this lady was, the hair on her head was not gold but red as the blood that was leaking out of me, killing me.
The vision frightened me. More than I cared to admit. For, all that I had been worth, all that I had deemed myself, is now nothing. I was nothing. I had . . . disgraced myself.
And her eyes, how they told me this! How green and accusing and like everything so . . . sad.
Her outstretched hand. Her sad eyes. What would happen to me? I deserved nothing less than what I deserved.
I gave myself over to her. I took her hand. I followed her into the light.
And I knew.
Peace.
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