Boromir...
Boromir...
Silence! The man of Gondor shook his head in a futile attempt to silence the voices that called him name. They whispered things --promising that which he had always wanted. They whispered things about his family.
Boromir... take the ring... rule the white city... use its power to save your brother...
Boromir froze in his tracks, glancing at the ring bearer. What does the ring know about Faramir?
No!
Lies! They must be lies! He shook his head again.
"Are you alright Boromir?"
Boromir looked at the man who asked the question. "Yes." He answered, but the whispers continued.
Boromir... take it... destroy the foes of Mordor... all will look up to you... Your father will be proud of his oldest son...
No! He yelled in his thought again. But the whispers were persistent, not giving in until they had their victim in their control.
Boromir... your brother will fall... take it! Save him from evil... all will look to you for safety and you will be more powerful than any man in Middle earth...
No. He said again. But they were slowly becoming harder to ignore. He fought, but somehow--though he tried to believe otherwise--he knew it was a losing battle. Deep down inside of him, he knew he would be put to the test, and he would fall...
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Dabbles In Ink: Lord Of The Rings One-Shots
FanfictionTitle self explanatory. Some of these are AUs. I am writing these for fun, but also because I want to become better in the art of creative writing. That being said, any constructive criticism is welcome and greatly appreciated! TABLE OF CONTENTS 1...
