I heard a cry as someone slammed into the Orc sending his shot away into the forest. I looked over to see that Aragorn was fighting against the Orc. He as fighting with a fury that I had never seen in him before and it was incredible to watch. Now that I was not in direct danger anymore I reached up and snapped the shaft of the arrow pinning me to the ground and pulled myself off the ground. I clenched my jaw as I felt the arrow slide out of my shoulder so that I wouldn't cry out in pain. I rolled to my side and saw Aragorn lose his sword and be tossed to the ground. He got to his feet and was pinned by his throat to the tree behind him when the Orc threw his shield.

"Ada!" I yelled in fear. The hole in my shoulder knitted closed and I threw a knife into the back of the Orc who stumbled and slightly slowed his approach on my father, but it gave him enough time to slide out from the shield as the Orc slammed his sword into the place where his head had been. Aragorn pulled out the knife Celeborn had given him and threw it into the Orcs leg. The Orc paused and pulled the knife from its leg and licked the blood on the blade. I felt my stomach roll and I swallowed back the bile. The Orc threw the knife and my father deflected it with his sword. I crawled over to Boromir's side and gripped his hand in mine as we watched the rest of the fight. Aragorn swung and sliced the Orcs arm off before stabbing it in the chest. The Orc grabbed the blade and pulled Aragorn closer. Aragorn grimaced before pulling the blade out and slicing off its head. The body fell to the ground and Aragorn took a moment before rushing over to me and Boromir.

"No!" He yelled as he fell to the ground on Boromir's other side. Boromir had gotten very pale and blood was leaking from his wounds. Boromir grabbed Aragorn's shoulder in a tight grip.

"They took the little ones." He gasped out.

"Be still." Aragorn ordered when Boromir moved as if to try and rise from the ground.

"Frodo! Where is Frodo?" Boromir asked frantically.

"I let Frodo go." He said softly.

"Then you did what I could not. I tried to take the Ring from him."

"The Ring is beyond our reach now." Aragorn said. I looked up at him sharply.

"Forgive me. I did not see it. I have failed you all." Boromir said.

"No, Boromir, you fought bravely! You have kept your honor." I promised him. He reached forward to pull the arrows from Boromir.

"Leave it! It is over. The world of Men will fall, and all will come to darkness...and my city to ruin."

"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!" Aragorn promised.

"Our people? Our people." He said.

"Yes Boromir, our people." I told him. Aragorn looked over at me. It was the first that he had ever heard of me accepting that I was also a princess of Gondor.

"Can you...?" He gestured to Boromir and I shook my head as my tears fell even more heavily.

"No. I can only take to heal myself." My voice cracked as I spoke and Aragorn nodded. Boromir reached out for his sword and I placed it in his hand and helped him clasp it to his chest.

"I would have followed you my brother, my sister...my captains...my King and Queen!" He gasped out before stilling and he did not stir again. I closed my eyes and let out a sorrow filled scream as I placed my forehead against Boromir's shoulder and screamed into it. My scream choked off and was replaced with great heaving sobs and I clutched the fabric of Boromir's vest in my hands. It was not fair, none of it was. I had lost Gandalf, the man who had raised me, and now I had lost Boromir. Boromir had fought so hard against the call of the Ring and now he was dead. It was not a fate that he should have ever been given. He deserved so much more. He deserved to ride into the gates of his city with his head held high, my father and I on each side of him. To be called back home by the trumpets he had spoken of all those weeks ago. He should have lived a long life, found a woman to love, marry her and have many children. No it was not fair at all. I heard Gimli and Legolas arrive but I paid them no mind as I sobbed out my sorrow. I heard my father whisper to Boromir before he turned to me and pulled me away from him and into his arms. I turned my face into his chest as I cried. I winced as he brushed against the arrows still lodged in my body and he pulled away to look down at me.

"Rhew!" He said in alarm as he saw the arrows. For a moment he trembled and went nearly as white as me.

"It is nothing. Once they are out the wounds will heal." I told him thickly. He shifted so that he was directly in front of me and looked at the arrow in my stomach. Like the other two it had gone all the way through and he snapped the shaft of the one in my shoulder before pushing it out of my shoulder and then pushing the other one through as well. He tossed them aside and watched as they immediately knitted back together and left no mark behind. Aragorn stood, holding me to his side as he looked down at Boromir's body.

"They will look for his coming from the White Tower. But he will not return." He said to us sadly. It took all I had inside of me not to break back down in sobs. Boromir had become a good friend over the course of this journey and for it to have ended this way was unthinkable.

"But he will not return." I echoed.