Women in the Fellowship

Eglaneth

I watched as El and Aragorn sped into the woods for Frodo. Sam goes in after them, alone. Before anyone else can go in, I say

"No. We need to stick together. Something is tracking us. I can feel them drawing closer."

We wait for their return, and Legolas and Amaya see something.

"Uruk-Hai." They say dreadfully. They are coming toward us. Legolas pulls Merry and Pippin behind a log and tells me and Amaya to stay with them and protect them, ignoring our protests as they speed toward the beasts. Amaya, being Amaya, runs after them as soon as they leave.

I look at our surroundings and find Frodo and Elemmire. Sighing in relief, I motion for them to come toward us. Frodo shakes his head.

"What's he doing?!" Asks Pippin.

"Leaving." I reply. Probably not my wisest decision.

"No!" Pippin exclaims as he jumps up. Merry follows suit. This gains the attention of the Uruk-Hai.

"OI!" I yell at them. By some miracle, the hobbits realize that we are trying to distract them, and yell

"OVER HERE! THIS WAY!"

"Its working!" Pippin says.

"I know! Run!"

"Go!" I hiss at Frodo and Elemmire as I speed after the other two. We find ourselves in a confrontation with the Uruk-Hai at an old, stony bridge. We draw our swords and attack. As we fight, I hear The Horn of Gondor behind me. Boromir is here.

"Run!" We yell to the hobbits as we keep fighting. As I stab one, and arrow flies through me. I watch in horror as it embeds itself in Boromir's shoulder. He fall to his knees. But in an amazing display of strength, he gets back up. I stab and slice toward him. I look to Merry and Pippin, who haven't moved.

"Go!" I yell desperately.

I am helpless as another arrow buries itself into Boromir's stomach. He sinks to his knees, blinking, but despite the pain he forced himself to stand. We are clearly outnumbered- by a lot. As we fight, yet another arrow hits Boromir- in the chest. I let out a yell as he falls to his knees. But this time, he doesn't get up. Merry and Pippin yell and charge at the orcs, and I am too late to save them. They are picked up and rushed away by the enemy, kicking and screaming.

I race toward Boromir and kneel at his side. An orcs looms above us with an arrow notched in his bow. Thus was the one who had shot him three times. Did he really think he could come in to deal the fatal blow? In a fit of anger, I drew my swords and decapitated it. Aragorn runs to Boromir.

"No!" He exclaims.

"Where is Frodo?" Boromir demands. My tears fall silently onto his face and dissipate.

"I let Frodo go." Replies Aragorn

"Then you did what I could not. I tried to take the ring from Frodo. I deserve this fate."

'No!' I think to myself. Boromir can't be dying. I began to sob. He doesn't deserve this.

"The ring is far from our grasp." Aragorn assures him.

"Forgive me. I did nont see it. I have failed you all."

At these words, I somehow compose myself enough to speak.

"No Boromir, you have fought bravely. You have kept your honor."

Aragorn reached to take the arrows out, but Boromir snaps.

"Leave it! It is over. But who now will save my people? The white city shall fall." He despairs.

"I know not what strength is in my blood, but I swear, I will not let the White City fall, or its people fail." Promises Aragorn.