Boromir sat, watching the poor Halfling stumbling into the forest. He would be out of his misery soon enough, his burden passed onto the much greater Men of Gondor. Poor Frodo didn't know what he had committed to when he had accepted his load. Boromir felt a twinge of doubt at what his task required. After all, the Hobbit was innocent. No, Frodo had not the strength to complete his misguided task. For pride, for Gondor. Glancing around at his solemn companions, the stoic-faced Aragorn, Gimli the Dwarf, the unusually quiet Hobbits, Merry, Pippin, Samwise and Legolas, Prince of the Elven Realm of Mirkwood. Stretching his stiff legs, Boromir stood up and followed Frodo into the forest, "Bathroom.", he muttered, explaining the rest of the Fellowship's curious glances. They accepted his meagre excuse and went back to their silent vigil, each contemplating his own fate as well as that of Middle-Earth. As Boromir prepared for the undesirable task at hand, he took a last look at the ones he had come to call friends, however ill-advised they were, this was the last time he would look at them as an innocent man. For pride, for Gondor.
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Hey thanks for reading, I do have a plan for this by the way, now we'll just have to see if I stick to it ;)
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For Pride, For Gondor
FanfictionWhat if Frodo was mysteriously killed after Lothlorien? *May change to mature depending on how sadistic I'm feeling in some of the later chapters 🙃😊🧝♂️*
