(Arthur, Merlin, Morgana, Gwen and Uther appear in a room)
Arthur : Where on Earth are we ?
Uther : This must be the work of sorcerors ! We must track them down and kill them !
Merlin : (whispering to Arthur) We should probably check out the black box in the center of the room first
Arthur : (loudly) We should probably check out the black box in the center of the room first
Merlin : (rolls eyes fondly) Prat
Suddenly the "black box", a TV set switches on, revealing a man
Man : Greetings, residents of Camelot. I am your humble host. I have assembled you here today to watch certain pieces of media from other worlds, so that you may improve your own. Now, let us begin
[Picture of Boromir appears]
Uther : An armored warrior... he appears to be a knight. Perhaps this will be a tale of bravery, akin to tavern bragging
Morgana : I doubt they would bring us here for simple tavern bragging, Father
They will look for him in the White Tower.
But he will not return from mountain or from sea.
[Showing the bodies of the fallen foes]
Arthur : Ah, I see, a mourning song. How sad
Uther : But he must have been a great warrior indeed to take down so many enemies !
Morgana : They don't look human...
Uther : Even better ! Sorcerous creations !
Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows
The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes.
'What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight?
Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?
Merlin : Not a knight then... I doubt a knight would be allowed to wander
Arthur : A powerful man, by the sounds of it... whatever he was.
I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide and grey,
I saw him walk in empty lands until he passed away
Into the shadows of the North, I saw him then no more.
The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of Denethor,
'O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar,
But you came not from the empty lands where no men are
Arthur : The shadows of the North... How ominous
Uther : (looks down) In my time, the greatest resistance from the forces of magic came from the North. Perhaps that is what this refers to
Merlin and Morgana : (wince and look mutinous)
Arthur : It appears he was a prince, the son of a king named Denethor
Uther : No. Look at his armor. That isn't a prince's armor. And what kingdom would be careless enough to let their prince die ?
Morgana : He must've been a favored general then. Look at the ornamentation on his armor.
From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, from the sandhills and the stones,
The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it moans.
'What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve?
Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.
[Showing the fallen body of Boromir]
Uther : ...
Arthur: ...
Merlin : ...
Gwen : (horrified and confused)
Morgana : ... That is a lot of arrows in one man
Uther : (quirks eyebrows) How resilient...
Arthur : To fight so many foes... I would be proud to have him as a Knight of Camelot
Ask not of me where he doth dwell – so many bones there lie,
On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky,
So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea.
Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!'
'O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs south,
But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey sea's mouth
Uther : ( raises glass) Aye. Too many men have died to build the foundation of our land
Morgana : (mutters) Including the thousands of innocent sorcerors ?
Arthur : Where did you get that drink, Father ?
Uther : Who knows ?
Uther : It reminds me of the final battle at the gates of Camelot. So many dead men and sorcerors were thrown into the rivers that the waters ran black and red for days on end
Merlin : (angrily mutters) Men and sorcerors ?
From the Gate of the Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls,
And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls.
What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to me today?
What news of Boromir the bold? For he is long away
Uther : Perhaps we will now learn what became of him ?
Morgana : It does appear to be leading up to that
Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he fought,
His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to the water brought.
His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest,
And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its breast.
'O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze,
To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days
Uther : (raises glass)
Arthur: (raises glass)
Both : To Boromir ! (chug the glasses of wine)
Uther : An honourable warrior to the end ! (takes another glass)
Arthur : I would be proud to have him among my men ! I dare say some knights could learn from him (takes two glasses)
Morgana : (whispers) They just wanted an excuse to drink, huh
Merlin : (forlorn) I'm going to have to handle the hangover
Gwen : (grimaces and pats him on the shoulder) Thank God Lady Morgana doesn't drink