Waking Up In Another World - A LOTR Fanfiction

[14] Waking Up In Another World - A LOTR Fanfiction

Chapter 14:

I backed up. WTF? Why was he acting so strange? He lunged forward, and I kicked him in the chest, knocking him back. He was almost foaming at the mouth, and when he got up his eyes were focused on the ring only.

I pulled out my sword, and blocked his next attack. I wasn’t all that bad really, and I had been practicing on the trek. Boromir did a maneuver that I had never seen before though, and I couldn’t block it in time. I did manage to lurch to the side though – so the blow only grazed my thigh – instead of going through it.

I spun my shield off my back, and used it to block his next attack.

I couldn’t hide behind it forever though, and he was slowly (but surely) pushing me to the edge of the cliff. The others seemed too petrified to do anything, so I was on my own.

I switched tactics, going for his legs, and causing him to stumble back words. Then I delivered a (lightly mind you – I didn’t want to break his ribs) spinning roundhouse kick to his chest, that sent him flying down the mountain. I raced to where he landed and pressed the point of my sword against his neck. I could feel the energy from the ring pulsing through me.

‘Kill him! He took the ring! Your precious!’ – the voice commanded.

I twirled the sword, cutting (lightly) into his neck. Hmm. It would be so easy….

I snapped to my senses. What was I thinking? Boromir was – is my friend! You can’t just kill your friend!

I put the sword back in the sheath on my waist, and grabbed Boromir’s arm, pulling him to his feet. He fell back onto the ground in a heap.

I grabbed the back of his tunic and wrenched him to his feet.

He kept muttering “What have I done?” – over and over again.

I held him up so that his feet were trailing off the ground.

I cocked my head and looked at him side ways. Then I carried him to the edge of the mountain.

The little voice screamed, ‘Drop him! Go ahead!’

“Yes, drop him!” – I muttered to myself, but I couldn’t get my fingers to let go of his cloak.

“That’s it!” – crooned the voice. “Drop him! And then you can be the rightful ruler of Gondor!”

‘Wait a minute,’ I thought, ‘Wouldn’t Faramir take over for Boromir?’

‘Then you can drop him to!’ – the voice screamed at me. ‘Just drop him!’

‘You know….’ – I thought. ‘I think your telling me what to do! And I don’t listen to people who tell me what to do!’

I turned and pulled Boromir away from the edge.

‘Nooooooooooooooo!’ – the voice screamed.

Boromir didn’t even move, as I took the ring and tossed it at Frodo.

It landed in the churned snow in front of him, with the chain delicately hanging over one of his boots. 

He reached down and grabbed it the second it landed there.

“Mine! My own!” – he muttered, as he hung the chain around his neck.

I sheathed my sword, and looked over at Boromir, he did the same thing.

“I am sorry Ravera!” – Boromir told me, as we walked back to where the others were waiting.

“Me to, Boromir” – I told him. And I was. I was going to drop him over the edge of the damn cliff! All because of that little ******** ring!

We walked back to the others in silence, and when we rejoined them, they didn’t say anything either. So we just started to walk again.

The fight had thawed me out though, and I set off up the mountain with new vigor in my steps. Boromir tromped beside me, but he kept muttering, “What have I done?”

I looked back and forth but nobody was looking at Boromir or I. I took my shield and used it to crack him over the head.

He collapsed in the snow, in a heap.

Aragorn spun around and looked at Boromir lying in the snow.

“What happened?” – he asked, looking back and forth wildly.

I shrugged my shoulders, “He just collapsed!”

Aragorn looked at me with one eyebrow raised, “Well get him up then!”

I couldn’t tell if Aragorn knew what I did, but I walked over to where Boromir lay, and rolled him over onto his back. He was knocked out that was for sure. Shit. I hadn’t thought I hit him that hard! Just hard enough to get him to stop that infernal muttering.

I picked him up (difficulty) and swung him over one of my shoulders. Then I started to carry him up the mountain.

‘Good job!’ one of the little voices said sarcastically. ‘Remind me not to let you solve a problem for me anytime in the next ten centuries!’

I rolled my eyes and continued to march.

‘It shut him up, didn’t it?’ – I told them.

‘Yes, but now you have to carry the great lump!’ – they said, and I could almost here it rolling their eyes.

‘He’s not that heavy!’ – I huffed, trying to get my breath back.

‘No?’ – the voice asked me sweetly. ‘So why has your heart rate double, almost tripled since you started to carry him?’

I thought hard. ‘I am simply trying out a new technique for slowing or speeding up your heart!’ – I explained to the voice.

‘Oh.’ – they said, but I could almost here the snicker.

‘Shut up!’ – I whined at them, and luckily they did.

After a while Boromir came to, and luckily he was back to normal.

I put him down, huffing for breath.

“Next time I am leaving your sorry ass!” – I told him, doubled over clutching my knees.

“If I remember correctly, which I think I do!” – Boromir told me, “It was you who knocked me out, wasn’t it?”

I was puffing to hard to answer.

“A-ha!” – Boromir chortled, “You don’t deny it! I win!”

I flipped him the bird, which was as much as I could muster – energy wise.

“Well I am not carrying you, so lets get moving!” – he told me cheerfully, dragging me along by the arm.

The snow was falling, and by the time we had walked for another hour, it was so thick we could barely see anything.

We pushed through the snow, but it was getting deeper, and soon it was almost waist deep!

“Gandalf! We must turn back!” – Boromir yelled over the roaring wind.

“We must continue!” – Gandalf yelled back, so he could be heard.

Then I heard a weird crack, and the sky lit up by a lightening bolt.

“Saruman!” – I cried to Gandalf.

He whipped his staff through the air, and started to chant, in a sort of language that I hadn’t heard before.

The snow stopped for a moment, and Gandalf took a breath.

Suddenly a lightning bolt cracked (even though they don’t crack) across the sky, and then struck Frodo in the chest.