We are very happy about the reactions you had to the last chapter. It was what we had hoped for. We love how some of you gave the title of Defender and Sue Slayer and the Ding dong the witch is dead thing, they made us laugh.

So this is the Dark Sheep of this fanfic. It is not really for humor, but a serious reason which why we would never want to join the Fellowship. All of you who are faint of heart, like me and Windy-san, get some paper towels, maybe even a real towel, and get ready to have your heart shredded into tiny little pieces. Well maybe not so much, but you will be moved. It's quite long as well since we thought it deserved some deepening into the subject.

32- A fallen comrade…

Since the very day we departed from Lothlorien, I had been going nuts thinking that Boromir's time was soon to come. I had not given Gandalf's death a single thought since I knew he would come back to us, but Boromir… Every minute of every day my anxiety grew and I had to control myself more than one time to keep myself from bursting and telling everyone what was going to happen in hopes of avoiding it, and by "controlling myself" I mean this:

"Alexandra," said Frodo, approaching me while I was sitting by the river, pondering on Boromir's death. "You have been rather quiet lately. Are you alright?"

"What?!" I burst out like a maniac. "Can't I be quiet? Don't you enjoy my silence? Last I checked, everyone here has the right to remain silent as long as they want!" It made no real sense, and I was sure I had startled the poor fella, but I hardly had control of myself, and this was the only thing I could do while trying to hide what I really wanted to say.

"Oh, I am sorry," said Frodo, taking a step back. "You can be silent for as long as you want."

"What?! Now I can't talk and have to remain silent? What are you, my mom? You don't want me to talk? Well you know what? Now I want to talk. Let's talk, Frodo, we never talk. So how's the ring?"

Poor Frodo looked lost for words and all he could say was "Uh…uh…um…"

And then he turned his face to Legolas, begging for help with those big blue eyes. Legolas rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"I told you not to ask her," he said.

These types of incidents kept happening more and more often, which annoyed most of the Fellowship. But I was losing my wits! I know what you're thinking, that me and Boromir didn't get along that well, but recently we've been talking more often and I could see that even though he was a little erratic, and by a little I mean a LOT, he really did just want what was best for his people. And now that I think about it, he is pretty handsome, but let's not get sidetracked now.

The night when Aragorn and Boromir fought, again, I had this immense sense of dread. I knew the day was near where we would all have to say goodbye to Boromir. So needless to say I really didn't sleep much that night.

The day came when we left the boats on the shore and Aragorn was giving directions for the upcoming journey. I had my eyes glued on Boromir the whole time, making sure that he even got the idea of leaving, I would somehow distract him into staying. Everything had gone well for the first few minutes, I turned my back to him for two freaking seconds and when I turn around, he suddenly disappeared. And that one second I felt as if somebody had dropped a boulder on me. As I frantically searched for Boromir, I hear Merry ask the dreaded question "Where is Frodo?" It's like I suddenly went insane. I dropped everything I was doing and ran towards Aragorn, grabbed him by the collar and yelled:

"Boromir is gone! We HAVE to find him now!"

The entire camp was stunned by my reckless action, and they looked at me with confusion, especially considering I never showed much care or emotion for anyone around me, so my outburst for Boromir was quite the show.

Everything is a bit hazy from there on. I darted into the forest with my sword at hand and a bag of throwing knives Galadriel gave me, but I'll save that story for another time. And then I heard it, Boromir's horn. I stopped in my tracks and followed the call as if hell would get me if I didn't. I could hear the stomping of the Uruk-hai army as they got closer and closer. Then I saw it, the huge Uruk drawing the bow that held the arrows that would end Boromir's life. I threw one of my knives, but the Uruk was so heavily armed and I still wasn't strong enough, so the knife bumped into him, yet did not really did him much harm. At least it stopped him from firing the first arrow, but then several Uruks saw me and approached me. I was trying to avoid them, when I hear the twang of the bow, the whooshing of the first arrow and I turn around just in time to see it pierce Boromir's chest. That's when I completely lost it. I began to hack away like a psychopath, desperate to get to the bastard who shot the arrow. The second time I heard the sound of a new arrow being released, it felt as if my heart was being torn, and I screamed desperately.

Finally I reached the bastard Uruk as he released the third arrow. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion, my eyes followed the arrow all the way until it impaled itself on his body. For a second our eyes met, and I could see he knew I had tried with all my heart to stop what was going to happen. Suddenly his eyes widened and I followed his eyes, turning my head just in time to see the huge black hand hit me in the head. Everything swirled and I felt myself tumbling down the mountain...

I remember somebody shaking me awake. My head hurt and I was dizzy. I heard voices calling my name but I couldn't pinpoint where they were coming from. When I opened my eyes, all I saw was a cascade of golden strands and two pools of blue.

"Aragorn, she is awake," It was Legolas who had woken me up. I immediately sat up, my eyes wide with a crazed look in them as I frantically looked around for him. I grabbed Legolas by his shoulders and shook him violently as I screamed.

"Where's Boromir?! Where is he?!" I can hear my voice beginning to break from panic and fear.

His eyes grew heavy and sad, a sadness that seemed to reassure all of my fears. He turned his head slowly to the right and I followed his gaze until it landed on the body not far from us. He was all tucked in, sword in his hands as he laid still on the ground. A dagger through my heart would have hurt less than this. I staggered to my feet and bolted to where he lay, my legs shaky and unstable, making me trip as I screamed his name. I didn't even make it to Boromir, I came to a sudden halt as the realization finally hit me, seeing his body sickly pale and the arrows protruding from his body. I started to run towards him once more, but I was held back by a strong arm around my waist. I started to fight the one who was holding me, but he had an unbreakable grip on me. I kicked, I screamed, I yelled profanities that would have gotten me killed on a burning pole, all the while my eyes wouldn't leave the sight of his dead body. It wasn't until a hand covered my eyes and a voice whispered sadly into my ear: "It is too late Alexandra…it is too late, he is gone already…," Legolas voice broke a little at the end as he held me tighter, making sure I wouldn't be able to escape, his hand gently but firmly covering my eyes from the terrible sight. My shoulders shook violently as I started to cry and scream my pain, and all the while he never let go of me.

I cried until I was completely exhausted and my body gave way, and even then he didn't let go. I guess, in his own way, he was being my support in my grief.

"Legolas, take her somewhere to rest," I hear Aragorn's grieving voice say.

It's then that I feel myself being picked up and carried away. Legolas walked away until I could no longer smell the stench of rotting Uruks, and laid me under the shadow of a tree.

"Sleep now, Alexandra," he says almost in a whisper.

I didn't need to be told twice. I was so emotionally exhausted that my eyes closed even before my head touched the ground. Just before I drifted into sleep, I felt the soft caress of a silken hand on my head. I opened my eyes briefly just in time to see Legolas' back walking away. Can't really say I wasn't surprised that he could be so gentle with me, and in that moment, that small gesture meant a lot. I waited to make sure that he was away from earshot, and then I cried myself to sleep, sending Boromir a last goodbye and a thank you I should have told him while he lived…

If this didn't at least make your heart ache, even just a tiny bit… then you have no soul or must be dead! Windy-san literally had to hold back her tears back while writing this. This is truly the most serious of all the reasons and we hope that you realize that even though we write all these funny reasons, there are still some things that need to be taken seriously and war is definitely one of them. Not everything is peaches and cream in Middle earth, and we guess that Alex learned that the hard way.