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Breathe no More
0 ReviewsSongfic. The moments before, during and after Boromir's death
LOTRBreathe No More
Breathe No More
Rating: PG-13/T (For death, one or two censored words, and talk of gore)
Genre: Drama/Tragedy
Summary: The moments before, during and after Boromir's death
Author's Note: Got the song from Evanescence. Don't own it or LOTR. (Wails)
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I've been looking in the Mirror for so long
That I've come to believe my soul's on the other side
All the little pieces falling, shattered
Shards of me, too sharp to put back together
Boromir was a wreck.
What have I done? He thought. What have I done? /The Ring corrupted him. It took a hold of him and wouldn't let go. It almost made him kill Frodo. Frodo! The Hobbit he had sworn to protect! /How dare I? He thought. How dare I attack him? How dare I try to hurt him?
"Frodo! I am sorry!" He howled, his head bent toward the ground. "I'm sorry..." He whispered. It felt like the guilt would kill him. The shame that hit him... The terrible shame...
Too small to matter
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces
If I try to touch her
Boromir didn't know how long he knelt there, sobbing to himself in shame and guilt. The same question repeated in his head: What have I done? Then he heard shouts. The shouts were from both his friends... and from the Uruk-Hai. Boromir could recognize the sound of Uruks from miles off.
The Hobbits! He thought. Guilt or no guilt, he had to help them. He wouldn't allow them to die because he was too busy wallowing in self-pity. Yanking out his sword, Boromir charge towards the shouts. A good thing he did. Merry and Pippin were trapped on a stone bridge, Uruks on either side of them.
While hacking his way to the Hobbits, Boromir thought to pull out his horn. He gave it a quick blast and then went back to fighting.
And I bleed, I bleed
And I breathe, I breathe
No more.
Just when it felt like the battle was taking a turn in their favor, Boromir heard a snapping noise, and then felt an excruciating pain in his chest. Nearby, Merry and Pippin stopped dead. "NO!" Merry cried. The Captain of the Uruk-Hai party had shot Boromir with its crossbow. Boromir fell to his knees. Pain took over his thoughts. But then he remembered Pippin and Merry.
I will not leave them, He thought. Hauling himself up, he attacked the approaching Uruk-Hai with all he had. There was another snap, and another unbearable pain in his chest. He was shot again.
Take a breath and I try to draw from my spirits well
And yet again you refuse to drink like a stubborn child
Lie to me
Convince me that I've been sick forever
Again, the pain hindered him for a moment. He almost fell. But the sight of the Hobbits fear-stricken faces was what kept him up. Boromir gritted his teeth with resolve and killed another Uruk. He tried to ignore the pain and focus on keeping the blood-thirsty creatures away from his friends. There was another snap, and another arrow was imbedded into the Gondorian.
Boromir was brought to his knees. And this time, he did not rise. The loss of blood was weakening him considerably. Behind him, Pippin and Merry realized that Boromir was not going to get up. They let out battle cries and charged forward, attempting to attack the Uruks, which were at least four feet taller than them.
And all of this will make sense when I get better
But I know the difference between myself and my reflection
I just can't but wonder:
Which of us do you love?
The Uruks caught the Hobbits as they approached, and slung them over their shoulders. The Uruks carried off the two thrashing Hobbits as they cried for their friend. "Boromir!" Pippin yelled. "Boromir!" Boromir did not move. He couldn't. When all the Uruks were gone, he still knelt there, the pain of failure overtaking the pain from the arrows.
The Uruk-Hai Captain stood over him, crossbow in hand. Boromir knew what would happen. The Uruk raised his crossbow, and prepared to fire.
"NO!" Aragorn came charging out of nowhere and attacked the Uruk. There was a great fight. Somewhere in the middle of it, Boromir collapsed against a tree. The strength was leaking from his body along with his blood. Aragorn made quick work of the Uruk, and immediately ran over to Boromir afterwards.
So I bleed, I bleed
And I breathe, I breathe
No-
Bleed, I bleed
"Boromir!" He gasped, kneeling down next his friend.
"They-" Boromir choked. "They took the little ones." He gasped. "Frodo- where is Frodo?"
"I let Frodo go," Aragorn said, examining the wounds left by the arrows. Boromir shook his head.
"The you did what I could not. I tried to take the Ring from him." He coughed.
"The Ring is beyond our reach now." He grasped one of the arrows and made to pull it out.
"No," Boromir said, grabbing his arm. "It's over." Aragorn was saddened at his friend's decision to die. "I have failed." Boromir muttered, shutting his eyes.
"No," Aragorn whispered, clasping Boromir's shoulder. "You fought bravely, my friend." Legolas and Gimli appeared several feet behind Aragorn. It didn't take them long to realize what was happening.
"I would have followed you to the end, my friend. My Captain. My King." Boromir whispered. He barely heard Aragorn's words as he faded into death.
And I breathe, I breathe,
I breathe, I breathe...
No more
"Be at peace, Son of Gondor."
Breathe No More
Rating: PG-13/T (For death, one or two censored words, and talk of gore)
Genre: Drama/Tragedy
Summary: The moments before, during and after Boromir's death
Author's Note: Got the song from Evanescence. Don't own it or LOTR. (Wails)
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I've been looking in the Mirror for so long
That I've come to believe my soul's on the other side
All the little pieces falling, shattered
Shards of me, too sharp to put back together
Boromir was a wreck.
What have I done? He thought. What have I done? /The Ring corrupted him. It took a hold of him and wouldn't let go. It almost made him kill Frodo. Frodo! The Hobbit he had sworn to protect! /How dare I? He thought. How dare I attack him? How dare I try to hurt him?
"Frodo! I am sorry!" He howled, his head bent toward the ground. "I'm sorry..." He whispered. It felt like the guilt would kill him. The shame that hit him... The terrible shame...
Too small to matter
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces
If I try to touch her
Boromir didn't know how long he knelt there, sobbing to himself in shame and guilt. The same question repeated in his head: What have I done? Then he heard shouts. The shouts were from both his friends... and from the Uruk-Hai. Boromir could recognize the sound of Uruks from miles off.
The Hobbits! He thought. Guilt or no guilt, he had to help them. He wouldn't allow them to die because he was too busy wallowing in self-pity. Yanking out his sword, Boromir charge towards the shouts. A good thing he did. Merry and Pippin were trapped on a stone bridge, Uruks on either side of them.
While hacking his way to the Hobbits, Boromir thought to pull out his horn. He gave it a quick blast and then went back to fighting.
And I bleed, I bleed
And I breathe, I breathe
No more.
Just when it felt like the battle was taking a turn in their favor, Boromir heard a snapping noise, and then felt an excruciating pain in his chest. Nearby, Merry and Pippin stopped dead. "NO!" Merry cried. The Captain of the Uruk-Hai party had shot Boromir with its crossbow. Boromir fell to his knees. Pain took over his thoughts. But then he remembered Pippin and Merry.
I will not leave them, He thought. Hauling himself up, he attacked the approaching Uruk-Hai with all he had. There was another snap, and another unbearable pain in his chest. He was shot again.
Take a breath and I try to draw from my spirits well
And yet again you refuse to drink like a stubborn child
Lie to me
Convince me that I've been sick forever
Again, the pain hindered him for a moment. He almost fell. But the sight of the Hobbits fear-stricken faces was what kept him up. Boromir gritted his teeth with resolve and killed another Uruk. He tried to ignore the pain and focus on keeping the blood-thirsty creatures away from his friends. There was another snap, and another arrow was imbedded into the Gondorian.
Boromir was brought to his knees. And this time, he did not rise. The loss of blood was weakening him considerably. Behind him, Pippin and Merry realized that Boromir was not going to get up. They let out battle cries and charged forward, attempting to attack the Uruks, which were at least four feet taller than them.
And all of this will make sense when I get better
But I know the difference between myself and my reflection
I just can't but wonder:
Which of us do you love?
The Uruks caught the Hobbits as they approached, and slung them over their shoulders. The Uruks carried off the two thrashing Hobbits as they cried for their friend. "Boromir!" Pippin yelled. "Boromir!" Boromir did not move. He couldn't. When all the Uruks were gone, he still knelt there, the pain of failure overtaking the pain from the arrows.
The Uruk-Hai Captain stood over him, crossbow in hand. Boromir knew what would happen. The Uruk raised his crossbow, and prepared to fire.
"NO!" Aragorn came charging out of nowhere and attacked the Uruk. There was a great fight. Somewhere in the middle of it, Boromir collapsed against a tree. The strength was leaking from his body along with his blood. Aragorn made quick work of the Uruk, and immediately ran over to Boromir afterwards.
So I bleed, I bleed
And I breathe, I breathe
No-
Bleed, I bleed
"Boromir!" He gasped, kneeling down next his friend.
"They-" Boromir choked. "They took the little ones." He gasped. "Frodo- where is Frodo?"
"I let Frodo go," Aragorn said, examining the wounds left by the arrows. Boromir shook his head.
"The you did what I could not. I tried to take the Ring from him." He coughed.
"The Ring is beyond our reach now." He grasped one of the arrows and made to pull it out.
"No," Boromir said, grabbing his arm. "It's over." Aragorn was saddened at his friend's decision to die. "I have failed." Boromir muttered, shutting his eyes.
"No," Aragorn whispered, clasping Boromir's shoulder. "You fought bravely, my friend." Legolas and Gimli appeared several feet behind Aragorn. It didn't take them long to realize what was happening.
"I would have followed you to the end, my friend. My Captain. My King." Boromir whispered. He barely heard Aragorn's words as he faded into death.
And I breathe, I breathe,
I breathe, I breathe...
No more
"Be at peace, Son of Gondor."
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