Middle Earth One-Shots (Characters X Reader) (LOTR/TH)

22: Fuck the Forbidden Pt. 2 [Boromir/Reader]

A.N: my apologies for taking so much time to update: graduate school is a tornado, plus getting sick and the craziness of holidays season didn't help. Anyways, thank you for your patience and your continuous support! I literally read all your comment in order to inspire me to write again!

Request: none

Pairing: Boromir X Fem!MermaidReader

Summary: The Reader is a Mermaid and witnessed a shipwreck. She becomes interested in human life—particularly one human: Boromir.

Disclaimer: Any mythology relating to the mermaids of middle earth is not canon. also I tried my best with arda water/river geography plz don't come at me—it's not one of my finer subjects :/

Word Count: 5.7k — listen, yes, I STILL have a problem

Warnings: depression, drowning, ptsd, alcoholism, angst, comfort, fluff, stalking (idk how to make that last one sound less creepy. you're just gonna have to read it). 

Fuck The Forbidden

The following day, (Y/N) waited in the depths of the Anduin River by the entrance of the Minas Tirith castle. Sure enough, the captain, decorated in silver, came out upon his steed. Though he did not have the cheer he normally held—despite his recent struggles—he seemed....different. (Y/N) had hoped that he didn't remember what he saw under the lake. Maybe he figured he was too drunk and his mind was playing tricks on him? Maybe he would forget it all together? However, that fearful look in his eyes when he glanced at the river told her otherwise. It appeared Faramir failed to convince his brother that the mer-folk were just a myth.

Boromir deviated from his routine as well. He did not go to the market for the breakfast that he seemed to love. No, no. Instead he went out towards the edge of the city–towards the docks. And (Y/N) went with him. He passed his horse off to another and walked upon the wood, passing ship and boat, until he came upon a small fishing vessel. (Y/N) swam around it and took to the surface upon its side, far enough to not be spotted, but close enough to see and hear.

"Iwar," Boromir called out. "You there?"

"Oi!" the old man replied, emerging from the sails. "What can I do for yer?"

"You have a moment?"

"For ye? Of course I do, lad. What is this about?" Iwar stated, squinting in the sun.

Boromir huffed, and pulled something from his pocket. He lightly tossed it to the older fellow. "What do you make of this?"

Iwar frowned, holding the whale up before his face by the string Boromir had used to make it into a necklace. "Where'd ye get it?"

"In a pond. One that connects to the Anduin River."

Iwar sent him a strange look. "Do ye know what this is made out of?"

Boromir shook his head and shrugged his shoulders.

"It's bone, Boromir," he replied tentatively.

At this, the captain's lips parted. "Bone?"

Iwar tossed the whale carving back to him. "Aye, couldn't tell ye what it came from. Whittled too much away for that. Ye said yer got it from a pond?"

He nodded, swallowing dryly.

"Could've washed up from the currents." Iwar stated, nonchalantly, returning to the tasks of his sail. "Some trinket someone lost to the sea."

Boromir dipped his head, his anxiety present as he fiddled with the whale.