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
The reader c...
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4. Stranger of the Falls (Boromir) – Part 7 (7): Free
More days passed. You went on with your work, checking on Maja's little sister and her mother, changing the bandages of an old injury on one of the returning men, seeing the elderly and telling them the good news about the war. You withheld the bad news about the decoy attack and the very slim chance of ever beating the Dark Lord.
At least Cair Andros was free; you need not worry about orc attacks any longer, nor keep nightly watches.
You saw Boromir sometimes but only exchanged brief nods. He kept training Svarten, and then a few foals Vidar wanted broken in. But most often you saw him standing at the outskirts of the village, leaning on his cane, eyes set on the eastern sky.
He was looking at Mordor.
One day you gathered your courage and joined him. "How are you?"
He gave his crooked grin without taking his eyes away from the horizon. "Fine."
"How is your chest? Still healing nicely? No tightness of the skin?"
"No. Do not trouble yourself; I really am well."
"And the mobility on your right side?" you continued stubbornly.
He opened and closed his hand a few times. "As good as it ever will, I think. I can do almost everything I could before, but not with the same strength, and I still need a cane when I must walk more than a few steps."
"I see. Keep exercising."
"I will."
You could not think of any more questions and fell silent.
His gaze returned to the ominous clouds, the perpetual darkness that had lingered over the Mordor border all your life.
What was happening there? Had the decoy worked? Was the secret mission completed? Or had it failed?
You were certain Boromir was asking himself these same questions too – over and over again.
"If that halfling succeeds – what will you do then?" you asked.
He did not answer right away. Then he sighed, looking more dejected than you had ever seen him. "I do not know," he said, barely audibly. "I cannot see the future... I see only darkness ahead; impenetrable, frightening. And there is a heavy weight in me... in my heart." He glanced at you. "I believe that is why I cannot bond with others like I used to, not form friendships or... other connections. Not until I know what will happen..."
You thought you understood what he meant. He was talking about you, trying to explain why he kept a distance. Somehow, his words lit a tiny hope in your chest. If you won, if the dark Lord was defeated...
But he swiftly crushed that.
"I have no hope the halfling will succeed. Maybe if the rest of the Fellowship had been with him..." He broke off, glancing at you again, a blush creeping up his cheeks. "It is my fault he must walk alone," he whispered. "Do you recall the secret weapon I told you about? My dream? I had dreams of that ilk frequently. The Ring whispered to me... spoke to me... showed me visions. It became so precious to me I wanted to have it." His hands were shaking and he clenched them. "First I sought to convince him, urging him to give it up, and when that failed I tried to wrestle it from him! I, a man of Gondor, twice his height. Unbelievable..."
