Now, for something to happen that didn't happen in the book. Because Boromir probably would have been placed with Aragorn and Legolas, had Sapphire not been there. WHO IN THERE RIGHT MIND WOULD PLACE BOROMIR WITH FRODO THOUGH? IDK... Ignorant elves? Enjoy!
Boromir:
Boromir clenched his fists in worry. He was sitting beneath the tree where he had been placed with Frodo and Sam. Frodo was gone who knew where. That was probably what woke him. He could not stop thinking about Minas Tirith. The others were fools. They were delivering the Ring into the very hands of the enemy instead of using it to hold back the forces of Mordor...
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something to his left. There! A flash of white cloth and a bit of curly hair. He heard a quiet voice and then Frodo emerged from behind a tree and headed for the ladder.
Boromir stood silently and Frodo jumped a little, "Oh. Hello Boromir, I didn't see you there...Is something wrong?"
"No, you just woke me. Go on back to sleep," Boromir said, gesturing to the platform in the trees.
Frodo nodded, and hastily climbed the ladder. As soon as he was gone, Boromir quietly went to the place where he had last seen the flash of white. Frodo had been conversing with one of the elves, Galadriel or Celeborn most likely from the snow white of the cloth. But about what?
He came to a pathway and followed it for a short time until he reached a courtyard of stone. In the middle was a silver bowl of water filled to the brim. A small waterfall spilled into a pool on one side of the courtyard and a silver pitcher sat on the wall keeping the pool from spilling into the courtyard.
He felt drawn to the small reflecting bowl. His feet moved of their own accord. He found himself at the bowl's edge and he looked down into the water. He saw himself, angry and exhausted. What else was he expecting to see, a vision? What he was supposed to do? Boromir sighed and was about to turn away when the image flickered and changed. He gasped for in the place of his reflection was a terrified Frodo, fallen in the leaves and staring in horror at something above him. He watched as Frodo put on the one Ring and vanished from view. The image changed and an orc with a bow slowly drew back a black arrow and grinned with horrid pleasure. Then he saw himself Faramir embracing him like he had just returned from the dead while crying tears of joy. That confused him greatly... What would make Faramir do such a thing? The last image terrified and confused him more than anything else. He saw an elf maiden with her delicate arms wrapped around the thick waist of an Orc wearing elvish garments. They were riding on the back of the biggest warg he'd ever seen.
He turned away from the mirror. It was showing impossible things. It had to be mistaken...
"You are the one who is mistaken..." came a melodic voice from behind him. The Lady Galadriel..."The mirror shows many things. Things that could come to pass. Some things that will come to pass no matter how hard you try to stop them."
"My Lady, forgive me, I should not be here..." Boromir said, instantly feeling guilty for nosing around.
"You have no need to apologize, though I must admit, I expected it would be Lady Sapphire, not you..." the Lady of Lothlorien said, "But no matter, I would have summoned you anyways, for I have something I wish to tell you."
"And what is that my Lady?" Boromir asked, genuinely curious.
"When you arrived, I saw in your mind that your destiny will be altered. I only wish that you...restrain yourself...For I see desire in your future that will only lead to sorrow..."
Boromir frowned, "Desire? I beg your pardon?"
"You will understand soon. May the stars watch over you, Son of Gondor."
"And you, my Lady." Boromir said, remembering his manners even though he was confused and slightly frightened. His destiny altered? How could his destiny be altered? Wasn't destiny...destiny?