Taranor || Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring

The Final Farewell

Taranor began running back to the place she left Boromir but he wasn't there. She could now hear the growls from further up the hill and the distinct sound of metal clanging against metal. Someone was up there fighting whatever enemy had come their way!

She started running as fast as she could up the hill until she ran into a something sending her hurtling toward the ground.

"Taranor?" A familiar voice questioned just as she had sprung to her feet and drew her sword. She looked down to find Frodo standing at a safe distance from her, watching her with wary eyes. She knew what happened, it didn't take a wizard to know.

"Where is he?!" She shouted, Frodo took a quick step back and said, "He tried to take it! I ran."

"No...." She breathed just as the rumble of footsteps sounded through the trees. Looking up she spotted several Uruks heading their way.

"Go, I'll hold them off. Run, Frodo!" She shouted as she shoved him down the hill. He quickly turned and ran.

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Taranor brought her sword up to block an incoming swing from one of the giant Uruks that would have taken her head with it.

She easily dealt a fatal blow to his throat before turning to another one. Her mind went back to the drills Boromir and Faramir had taught her when she was young. Her body was on repeat as her sword moved swiftly through the air cutting down anything in its way.

She was small and fast, which was an advantage on her part, she had learned how to use it against almost any opponent. Her arms never tired as she fought the enemy which was something new. In Moria her arms had gotten tired well before the fight was over but now she felt renewed, like nothing could stand in her way.

A familiar sound in the distance caught her off guard long enough for an Uruk to slash her arm, blood spilling out over her sleeves.

The Horn of Gondor!

Only one of them had one, and that was Boromir.

Quickly reaching behind her Taranor pulled out one of the blades that Galadriel had gifted her and easily cut the Uruk's head clean off before she started making her way down the hill again, her wound long forgotten.

'Please be alright!' Taranor begged as she continued to fight her way down. Hopefully Aragorn or Legolas had come to help him and he was now as safe as any of them could get.

Taranor let out a sigh of relief when she could see the distant figures of Boromir and two of the Hobbits, though from this distance she couldn't identify who they were.

She continued fighting her way down only now with more strength and vigor. Her brother was just within her grasp, all she had to do was get down to the foot of the hill.

Just as she finished off yet another foe she turned to make sure her brother was alright but they were gone. She couldn't see them anymore but she continued to fight her way down. She knew that they were at the foot of the hill somewhere so thats where she was going. 

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Boromir collapsed to his knees, he couldn't fight anymore. Three arrows had hit their mark. He barely felt the pain but his strength had faded as his sword fell from his hand. There was nothing he could do as he watched the Uruks take Merry and Pippin, and there was even less he could do when an Uruk stopped infront of him, it's bow at the ready.