Fem Percy Jackson x The Hobbit & LOTR
@theallylayne for the inspiration and this is in no way a copy cat of their works and therefore I credit them to the original of a Fem Percy Jackson x Hobbit/LOTR works in which I felt the inspiration to write u...
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At Henneth Annûn, Faramir and one of his rangers looks over a map. "What news?" Madril explains "Our scouts report Saruman has attacked Rohan. Théoden's people have fled to Helm's Deep. But we must look to our own borders. Faramir, orcs are on the move. Sauron is marshalling an army. Easterlings and Southrons are passing through the Black Gate." "How many?" Faramir asks. "Some thousands. More come every day." "Who's covering the river to the north?" "We pulled five hundred men out of Osgiliath, but if the city is attacked, we won't hold it." Faramir plans "Saruman attacks from Isengard. Sauron from Mordor. The fight will come to men on both fronts. Gondor is weak. Sauron will strike us soon. And he will strike hard. He knows now we do not have the strength to repel him."
The two hobbits' hoods are removed. Faramir approaches them. "My men tell me that you are orc spies." "Spies! Now wait just a minute." Sam spits. "Well if you're not spies, then who are you?" The hobbits remain silent and Faramir sits down. Faramir orders "Speak!" Frodo answers "We are hobbits of the Shire. Frodo Baggins is my name and this is Samwise Gamgee."
"Your bodyguard?" "His gardener." Sam answers honestly, "And where is your skulking friend? That gangrel creature. He had an ill-favored look." Faramir asks of the creature. "There was no other. We set out from Rivendell with seven companions. One we lost in Moria. Two were my kin. A dwarf there was also. And an elf. And two men. Aragorn, son of Arathorn and Boromir of Gondor." Frodo explains. "You were friend of Boromir?" "Yes, for my part." Faramir stands "It would grieve you then, to learn that he is dead?" "Dead? How? When?" Faramir says with greif in his eyes "As one of his companions, I had hoped you would tell me."
"If something has happened to Boromir, we would have you tell us." Frodo says with bite, "His horn washed up upon the riverbank, about six days past. It was cloven in two. But more than this, I know it in my heart. He was my brother." Faramir, on a riverbank, turns to see a boat approaching. He wades into the river. It is filled with water and Boromir is lying dead inside. The boat continues past Faramir. Back in the caves of Henneth Annûn, Faramir sits alone holding Boromir's horn.
Another flashback, this time to a crowd at Osgiliath, facing Boromir. "Boromir!" The men of Gondor cheer, Boromir is waving the white flag of the Stewards. "Boromir!" Boromir stands upon a high wall in Osgiliath. He lifts his sword and addresses a crowd of Gondorian soldiers below. "This city was once the jewel of our kingdom. A place of light, and beauty, and music. And so it shall be once more!" Boromir goes into a nice vicory speech, The crowd cheers. "Let the armies of Mordor know this: Never again will the land of my people fall into enemy hands. The city of Osgiliath has been reclaimed. For Gondor!" "For Gondor!" the men echo his call.
"For Gondor!" "For Gondor!" "For Gondor!" "For Gondor!" Back on the streets, Faramir and Boromir meet and embrace. "Good speech. Nice and short." Faramir chuckles at his elder brother. "Leaves more time for drinking! Break out the ale! These men are thirsty! Remember today, little brother. Today, life is good." Boromir says with a bright smile look down at his little brother.
