A story collection featuring Aragorn, Legolas, Thranduil, and Boromir so far. There will be lots of hurt/comfort, sweet romance, humor and a pinch of angst!
Pairings:
1. Aragorn x You
2. Legolas x You
3. Thranduil x You
4. Boromir x You
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4. Stranger of the Falls (Boromir) – Part 5 (7): Boromir
The sun did not rise the next morning. Or perhaps it did, but you could not see it through the darkness emanating from the enemy's realm.
News traveled even more slowly now with the villages so empty of people, but when another day dawned equally dark and sullen as the previous, words reached you that Gondor had lit the famous beacons in the south and sent the Red Arrow urging Rohan to ride to their aid.
You also learned a huge orc army had taken control over the fort at Cair Andros. They were swarming all over both sides of the river and in the cover of the unnatural darkness they plundered storages and burned villages at will.
When Främling heard about it his face became ashen.
"Cair Andros is in Anórien, a Gondor fief," you said, feigning calmness you did not feel. "Gondor is our mighty ally in the south. They have protected us against Mordor for so long, and I am certain they will succeed this time also, especially with our riders on the way to help. The steward of Gondor is a brilliant statesman they say, and his sons mighty warlords. Together they will settle this. Fear not."
At his dismayed face you became silent. He was looking at you almost with the same despair as when he first woke up after the accident. "Your king must pass through there," he droned tonelessly. "In his way to aid Gondor, Théoden has to pass near Cair Andros, but with orcs throughout the lands he will be delayed. Then Gondor stands alone. All hope is lost."
From the way he spoke you suddenly understood. His dark hair, his wealth. "You come from there. From Gondor."
He did not meet your eyes.
"Who are you?" you asked again. "Please tell me. I need to know your name in case..." Your voice trailed off and you felt a tear trickle down your cheek.
He softly wiped it away. "I am Boromir, son of Denethor of Gondor."
"Boromir," you whispered. The mighty warlord. Here in your village, unable to use his right hand properly. No wonder he had lost hope.
When more tears filled your eyes he drew you to him in a hug. "Forgive me. I should have been there, defending the fort, keeping the enemy at bay. Had I not... But even then, I am not certain we could have– There is this weapon you see. The one I dreamt of. It exists, and if the enemy acquires it then..." His voice trailed off and he drew several breaths. "I am rambling. Do not listen to me. You are right; the war may never reach this remote place, and if it does I will protect you with my life." He kissed your head. "Do not weep. Nothing will happen."
But you heard in his voice that he did not even believe that himself.
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He went out again and soon you saw him in the paddock, brushing the horse, talking in a soothing, soft voice. Svarten did not try to tramp or kick him; he actually seemed to enjoy it.
