Handing on the Promise|
Summary: Boromir lies dying, his final thoughts and request? That a promise he made to a dying woman will be honoured… something he has hardly done over all the years.
Boromir knew he was dying. Fuzzily
he saw Aragorn leaning over him trying to help.
“I do not know what strength
is in my blood. But I swear to you I will not let the White City fall…
or our people fail.”
“Our people… our people”
One person in particular. He gasped for breath, knowing what he had
to say “Thorongil. Promise me… promise me you will protect Faramir
for me, for my mother.”
Aragorn bit his lip and kissed
Boromir’s cooling forehead “Gweston, Gwador vuin, Gweston”
Boromir felt tears slipping as
his life faded, wearily he let his mind drift back into memories
The ten year old looked at his
sibling “Yes háno zîrân?”
will get better won’t she? The healers say she will be going to Mandos
Boromir bit his lip and decided
that honesty was the best policy “No Faramir, Mandos’ halls is the
place where people’s souls go after their bodies are no longer needed”
The auburn haired boy looked
close to tears “She’ll die?”
Boromir nodded slowly “Yes
Fara.” He held out his arms, feeling much older than 10 as his sibling
dived in and dissolved into sobs. Gently Boromir rested his chin on
his brother’s head, trying to give comfort he didn’t have.
“Boromir” His father’s
voice cut through the moment of affection “your mother wishes to speak
She lay on the bed, her head
turned to the southern window
She patted the bed “Come Boromir,
do you hear the gulls?”
The boy strained his ears, but
heard nothing “Bâ Ammę”
Findulas smiled “one day you
will, just as I hear them now.” Her voice grew serious “Boromir,
promise me something. Promise me you will protect Faramir with your
life, from anyone who tries to hurt him… Anyone. Do you understand?”
Boromir nodded slowly “Ni-sâphdi
Crying. That was what he could
hear, a heart wrenching sobbing. He pushed open the door to their bedchamber
His brother was laying face sideways
on the bed, his face bruised and battered beyond recognition.
Boromir ran to him “Who did
this to you?” But sickeningly, he thought he already knew “I’ll
take you to the healers”
“No Boromir, they mustn’t
know. They mustn’t know. The five year old began to sob hysterically
“Hush little brother, they
shan’t know. Ni-sâphdi”
For the first time he failed
“Boromr” The groan roused
him from polishing the sword to see Faramir staggering towards him,
arms clasped around his side “Boromr, K-iyôzahę abâr nę-nada.”
He caught his brother as the
youngster staggered “Ki-nakhahę ni-mâ.
This time we will go to the healers.
The woman turned to see the Steward’s
sons walking toward her. Or rather Master Boromir was walking, Faramir
was slumped against him, looking sick and faint.
“He fell off a horse”
“Silly boy. Bring him in here.”
She led them into a side room, just in time for Faramir to land on the
bed as he fainted. Boromir lowered his brother carefully down onto the
bed, avoiding Ioreth’s gaze.
“Will he be alright?”
“Five broken ribs, a cracked
wrist and many bruises. You’re not going to tell me this was from
falling off a horse
Faramir groaned, half concoious
Ioreth’s face darkened
“I guessed as much” Her voice calmed as Faramir flinched away in
fear “I’m not angry with you, lordling. Only with the horse
that threw you.”
Boromir spoke for both of them
“Thank you Ioreth”
But inside he was eaten with
guilt, this was the second time he’d failed his resolution.
20th June 3018
“Pull back! Pull back!
Over the bridge”
En-masse the soldiers of Gondor
bolted westward, abandoning the far side of Osgiliath. They had fought,
but the numbers against them were too great. Now the only hope was to
halt the enemy by breaking the bridge
Boromir caught sight of his brother’s
distinctive red hair “Háno! Ki-nakhahę niyad!” Grasping
his brother’s shoulder he whispered franticly “Tell Mardil to smash
the bridge. We’ll swim for it”
Faramir nodded and whistled three
notes. A single long one came in reply.
Orc roars rang out behind them
and both brothers raced for the bank side by side. Faramir tripped and
slammed into the earth, knocking all the breath out of his body.
Hearing the yelp
Boromir skidded to a stop and doubled back, heaving his brother up onto
háno zîrân, I promised mother I would protect you, and
I will. Nę-yada”
Khor-Faramir the men hollered, fear growing in their hearts
called Boromir in reply as he hauled an equally soaked Faramir out of
the river “Nakhatűn 'nNę kalâma”.
As the men drew breath and smiled,
Boromir shouted for the ale. He was light at heart for once. Perhaps
he had finally done as he was asked by his mother 30 years before.
Faramir blinked. Someone had
entered into this darkness, someone glowing with healing.
A hand reached out to him and
Faramir knew who this person was. Now he could feel air on his face
and the sweet smell of a herb hung in the air. “My lord, you called
me. I come. What does the king command?”
The voice came again “Walk
no more in the shadows, but awake!”
His eyes focused on a man above
him, a man whose face embodied the Kings of Númenor…
“Estel… why did you heal
him? You had every right to let him die, after the way his father and
Boromir both treated you.”
Aragorn swung about to face his
foster brother “I never thought I would hear you say that Elrohir
Elrondion. Faramir is young, he was likely never loved by his
father…” He sighed, shifting subject imperceptibly “It was mainly
because of Boromir… you see, I had a promise to keep.
Gweston, Gwador vuin,
Gweston= I promise, beloved sworn-brother, I promise (Sindarin)
Ammę = Mother
= I understand
K-iyôzahę abâr nę-nada
= Help me
Ki-nakhahę ni-mâ= Come
Ki-nakhahę niyad= Brother! Come here!
háno zîrân= No, beloved brother
Nę-yada= Lets go
= Lord Boromir, Lord Faramir
Nakhatűn 'nNę kalâma
meeting is a pleasure