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Chapter 20: boromir

It wasn't long before Boromir charged in to help. Aerin was surprised to see him, he seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. ''Boromir!'' Aerin managed, now slashing an opponent with her sword. Arrows were of no more use to her. ''Where have you been?!'' He did not reply, instead he threw a dagger at an Uruk I did not even notice coming behind her. They were doing well at first, even Merry and Pippin fought with their little swords, despite Aerin's orders to simply go hide somewhere. Of course they ignored her, they were much more courageous than they themselves thought they were after all. The Uruks started appearing again, from everywhere Aerin looked; every bush and every tree seemed to give a dozen more of the Uruk-Hai. Fear ran through her veins like poison once more.

 There was no more calm, no longer a trace of composure, and there was nothing Aerin could have done about it. She looked to Boromir. There was eminent fear in his face as well, and that was more discouraging than anything else. He reached for his horn and blew into it three times. Aerin hoped desperately that somebody would reach them, for she knew there was no way Boromir and Aerin alone with the halflings could have done anything to overcome the Uruk-Hai. ''You two, run!! RUN!!!!'' he screamed at the halflings. This time they obeyed. ''You go left, I go right,'' Aerin told him and he simply gave her a nod before they both rushed into battle.

Aerin cut a nasty looking Orc right across the face, and he fell, bleeding to death and squirming in agony. As she turned, she stabbed one through the stomach. Blood splashed across her face again but she would care about its stench later. The moment Aerin pulled my sword out, one of them approached her from behind. She sensed his presence on time and quickly turned around and cut his arm off as he raised his hand in the air to make his strike at her. It fell to the ground together with his ax, and blood burst out from what was left of his arm so he panicked and ran away somewhere into the woods, screaming in agony. ''Fool of a creature,'' Aerin thought to herself, stunned by it all. Then Aerin heard the hobbits shout, and she heard Boromir's name, and not wasting a second she turned around to see what was happening. Boromir was on his knees, and an arrow was in his shoulder, or perhaps a bit lower.

Seeing that, Aerin felt as though all the blood in her body had frozen. She lost her voice. She wanted to shout his name instinctively, but she couldn't. Cold sweat covered her as her eyes grew dry. It took Aerin more than she would've liked to tear myself away from the grip of the shock. She tried to rush towards him, but couldn't without fighting her way through. She saw him rise to his feet and continue fighting the oncoming beasts. Aerin killed a few more of them coming at me, but she barely managed. She  turned around again to see how Boromir was doing, and another black arrow pierced him the moment she laid my eyes on him, this time in the stomach. He dropped to his knees again. And that was the moment she finally let out a shrill, air-piercing cry.

''BOROMIR!!!!!!!!''

Aerin was sure the normal reaction would've been to panic, to cry, but her eyes were so dry they almost stung. She tore her eyes off him, as she had to, and the next thing she knew was a strong blow against her face, and Aerin stumbled back, barely managing to stay on her feet. She felt a swelling sensation in her nose, and warm blood dripping out of it. She wiped some of it away, but the moment she touched her nose, she winced and pulled her hand away in pain. The Uruk swung his sword at Aerin,  and he missed her by merely a hair's width. Aerin was sure she would've left my entrails on the floor hadn't she sucked her stomach in with all the might. She then killed him before he knew what had even happened.

Aerin turned to Boromir once more. He had risen to his feet again and continued to fight with all the strength he could gather. It was almost impossible to find the on firing the arrows among all that madness, and it was far too late once she saw the An Uruk-Hai. He seemed to be in charge of all the troops, a commander, and he stood right there, at a fair distance from her, notching another arrow to his bow and aiming at Boromir. Aerin knew she had to get to him any way she knew how.