The forest lay still, a haunting silence replacing the chaos of the fight against the Orcs. You stood frozen, your heart racing as you gazed upon Boromir, the proud warrior of Gondor, lying on the bloodstained ground, arrows sticking out from his chest. You had watched him fall, fighting to protect Merry and Pippin, and now he lay lifeless, or so it seemed.
Aragorn had tried to pull you away, insisting that there was nothing you could do, but deep down, you felt something—a flicker of hope.
You sat down beside Boromir, brushing the dirt and blood from his face. His skin was cold, but as you leaned in closer, you noticed the slightest rise and fall of his chest. Your heart leaped. He was still here.
“No, no, no,” you murmured, your voice shaking. “You can’t leave me.”
You fumbled through your pouch, hands trembling until your fingers closed around the small vial of elvish medicine gifted to you by Lady Galadriel. It shimmered in the fading light, a last hope in this desperate moment. You quickly uncorked it, the sweet, herbal scent filling the air. You poured a few drops onto his wounds, praying that it would do something—anything.
At first, nothing happened. Fear gripped you as you watched him lie still, but just as you were about to give in to despair, Boromir gasped, his eyes fluttering open.
“(Y/N)…” His voice was barely a whisper, thick with pain, but it was enough to make your heart soar.
“I’m here,” you said, forcing yourself to keep your voice steady. “You’re going to be alright. Just hold on.” You took his hand tightly, squeezing it, willing him to feel your presence.
He winced, trying to move, but the pain stopped him. “It’s… too late for me.”
“No! Don’t say that!” you exclaimed, your heart racing. “You can’t give up. You fought for Merry and Pippin, and now you have to fight for yourself.”
His eyes were filled with sorrow, and you could see the weight of his actions pressing down on him. “I… failed…”
“No! You didn’t fail!” you insisted, your voice trembling. “You protected them. You did everything you could. Now, let me help you. Please.”
Your desperation seemed to reach him. You poured more of the elvish medicine onto his wounds, hoping against hope that it would help him. The potion glimmered on his skin, and you felt something shift. His body twitched slightly, and you leaned in closer, whispering words of encouragement.
“You have to fight, Boromir. I need you. I can’t do this without you.” Your voice was thick with emotion, and you brushed your fingers across his forehead, wishing you could take away the pain.
In the distance, you could hear Aragorn calling for you, his voice filled with urgency. “(Y/N)! We must go! The orcs may return!” But you couldn’t leave him. Not now.
“Stay with me, Boromir,” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his. “You’re not alone in this. I’m right here.”
“(Y/N), you… shouldn’t have come back,” he rasped, his eyes trying to focus on yours.
“I had to. I couldn’t leave you,” you replied, tears filling your eyes. “You mean too much to me. You’ve always protected us. It’s my turn now.”
Suddenly, you heard a rustle nearby, and out of the shadows emerged Legolas and Gimli, their expressions a mix of worry and determination. They hurried to your side, their eyes widening as they took in the sight of Boromir.
“He is alive?" Legolas asked with a hint of hope in his voice.
“I don’t know,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “He’s still breathing, but he needs help.”
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Lotr oneshots
Fanfiction-REQUESTS ARE OPEN- This is a lotr oneshot book. I will write oneshots with: Legolas, Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, and some other charackters, also from the Hobbit.
