Fellowship of the Mutants: 6. The Return of Boromir

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6. The Return of Boromir


The Return of Boromir


The horn-blast rang out through the trees. Boromir fought like the warrior he was, defending Merry and Pippin with all his strength against an onslaught of orcs until finally his horn was cleaved, his sword broken, and he fell at the feet of the two hobbits, pierced by many arrows.

“No!” shouted the little ones, raising their voices and their swords against the crashing waves of the enemy. But to no avail. After a fierce, but ultimately futile struggle, alone against an overwhelming foe, the hobbits were hefted, one after the other, into the hard, greasy arms of orcs.

Merry flailed about, striking where he could, but no vulnerability was clear to him. The orc answered his blows with a terse smack to the head. It was light for the orc, he could tell, but he reeled from it and felt blood stream down his face. His consciousness nearly slipped from him, and as he struggled to hold onto it, he was faintly aware of something. The orc had stopped moving.

It stood there, mid-stride, with a blade protruding from its back. No, wait. Three blades. Merry craned his head to see and he thought he must already have fainted. What he saw there must be a dream, for it was Boromir, alive, and angry. Suddenly, Merry fell from the orc’s grasp and landed hard on the ground.

When he looked up, Boromir had his fist pressed against the orc’s chest, and as he watched, the man swiped his hands around, punching at the foe in a strange way. It’s then that Merry noticed that the three blades he had seen were attached somehow to Boromir’s hand, and the other hand bore three more.

He watched as Boromir slashed at the orcs, realizing that Pippin was already safe on the ground nearby, and that the man was slaying any orc that came near them. Boromir was as a madman, with a ferocity he had as yet hidden. In a slow moment, he pulled the last arrow shaft from his body and Merry gaped as the wound closed almost instantly. After Boromir had finished off every orc in sight, he stood, panting, and the blades retracted into his forearms. Finally, from the head trauma and the shock, the hobbit passed out.

This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

Story Information

Author: Samus

Status: General

Completion: Complete

Era: 3rd Age - Ring War

Genre: Drama

Rating: General

Last Updated: 02/19/04

Original Post: 02/08/04

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