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Exile (NC-17) Print

Written by Alcardilmë

19 February 2012 | 8769 words | Work in Progress

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Chapter Ten – A Grisly Discovery

My spirit is crushed. I placed such hope in finding Boromir near the quarry that when we found it desolate, my heart all but sank. The Drúadan Forest likewise proved of little worth. I know not where to look.

“Both the quarry and the forest helped our search, Faramir. We know where Boromir is not.” Mablung pulled back. “I am sorry. I did not mean to read your journal.”

Faramir faced Mablung. “The despair I write of is writ upon my face.”

“But the signs show the Rohirrim battled the Drúin2 in the cave. I think we should look to Rohan.”

“The battle appears to have occurred only two or three days ago.” Damrod added.

“But we know not if Boromir was there. What would the Drúin want with Boromir?” Faramir’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I cannot believe Théodred would ever let me suffer as I do now. There is no excuse for what Théodred has done.”

Damrod held Faramir’s horse as his lieutenant mounted. “Théodred would not hide Boromir from you. Let not your fears for Boromir sully your friendship with Théoden’s son, Faramir.”

“For myself, I hope you speak true, Damrod.” Faramir breathed a weary sigh, “If you are ready, let us on to Rohan. I am tired of this riddling.”

They turned east. As they rode, Faramir kept a watch on the path before them. The signs of the Rohirrim were everywhere. He chuckled. “They hide not their presence.” The next moment, his face turned grim. “I thought at first that the tracks were from Walda’s company. They are not. Look here. It is at least an éored riding towards the forest. Walda only rode with a dozen men. And he insisted they used the Great West Road. They did not ride here, amongst the trails of the Drúadan.”

“There!” Mablung shouted and spurred his horse southward.

Before Faramir and Damrod reached him, Mablung slid from his horse. “It is a grave,” he whispered.

Faramir jumped from his own horse and fell to his knees. “No. Not Boromir.”

“Take heart, Faramir.” Damrod knelt next to his lieutenant. “The Rohirrim would never bury Boromir. They would bring him to your father.”

“By Varda’s light,” Mablung gasped. “It is a child. The grave is new, perhaps a few weeks. The bodies have been dead at least three months.”

“Not a child. Some kind of abomination.” Faramir looked away.

“A mongrel of some sort, but not Orcs. I think it is half human, half Drúin. There is another body underneath. A woman.” Mablung gasped. “Mother and child.”

“The Rohirrim would not leave their dead in a hillside grave. Would the Drúin?”

“No.” Faramir sat back on his heels. “I do not understand this.”

“If the Drúin captured her, they would have eaten her when she died.” Faramir stood. “But it is not our concern. Cover the bodies. We ride west to find Boromir.”

Mablung and Damrod replaced the dirt and mounted.

As nightfall crept closer, Faramir called a halt. “The Rohirrim camped here. Search the area for signs of Boromir.”

“An éored, no doubt, Faramir.” Damrod knelt by a spent campfire. “But it has been weeks since they were here. The bodies we found were dead longer than that.”

Faramir knelt next to his friend. He studied the tracks. “We have another riddle here. This is not Walda’s camp. We know that. This is a full éored’s. But the tracks we have been following were those of perhaps fifty riders. What has happened?”

Faramir sat back on his heels. “I read this and beg your thoughts. An éored, probably led by Théoden’s son, left Aldburg or Amon Anwar, headed eastward. They camped here, found the bodies and buried them, then continued on. Somewhere along the way, they split. For what reason I cannot fathom. One half returns this way. I cannot believe they lost half their men in the battle in the forest. Where were the bodies? No. Théodred triumphed.” His brow furrowed deeper. “Where is the other half of the éored?”

2 A/N – Drúin (plural) Dru (singular) – Sindarin for the native Drughu.

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19 Comment(s)

Very interesting beginning! Please, continue!

— Anastassiya    Monday 12 July 2010, 6:13    #

Chapters 2, 3 & 4 are already in the can…. Glad you found this interesting.

Alcardilmë    Tuesday 13 July 2010, 3:52    #

It is so fascinating to see angst explored from inside Boromir’s head. Few authors tap into the elder brother’s thoughts and feelings.

— trixie    Thursday 22 July 2010, 5:54    #

Many thanks! I do so love getting into my character’s heads! giggles Rather naughty, don’t you think!

Alcardilmë    Sunday 25 July 2010, 4:11    #

Greedily waiting for chapter 3 and on! Great beginning, love the angsty Boromir. So far you do not betray what Faramir might be thinking on a certain matter, so it’s all doubly intriguing.

December    Thursday 29 July 2010, 18:55    #

Bless you! You know I am such a fan of yours. I cannot believe your tale, ‘Oxygen’ – just blew me away – incredible writing. I am soooo pleased to think something of mine makes you greedy! Again, bless you!

Alcardilmë    Friday 30 July 2010, 5:26    #

Yey, first to comment on chapter 3! I felt so sorry for Boromir reading this chapter, what with his misery and all, and I so wished something nice would happen to him – and then there’s this ending… Well, what can I say: again, I’m waiting for more, naively hoping something nice would happen to him in the next chapter…

December    Thursday 5 August 2010, 9:52    #

We can only hope that something nice will happen to Boromir and Faramir… both suffering in their own ways. Boromir has been fighting something he cannot see; perhaps this new enemy will clear his head! Thanks ever so much for commenting. Most appreciated.

Alcardilmë    Thursday 5 August 2010, 22:12    #

Great, great, another chapter!
I wonder if Boromir had given it any thought how insane with worry everybody would be made by his disappearance… And I really-really wonder what Faramir would think – and do – if he were to know the truth… And, naturally, I wonder what is going on with the unfortunate heir and his new er… acquaintances.
Glad to have had this update, and of course much looking forward to the next one!

December    Thursday 26 August 2010, 13:38    #

Thanks, December, for continuing to comment… and read… Poor Boromir – honor is of the utmost importance. And Faramir’s honor is to be guarded with his life… which he has now, in his mind, failed miserably.

Alcardilmë    Sunday 3 October 2010, 7:16    #

Oh, poor baby Boromir! I just discovered this story and it is FANTASTIC! :)

— cecilia    Sunday 3 October 2010, 8:57    #

Many thanks, cecilia, I’m enjoying writing this.

Alcardilmë    Monday 18 October 2010, 23:20    #

Alrighty, finally worked up the courage to read what happens to Boromir…
Er… I probably got one of those shock-resistant minds: it just refuses to fully take in everything that’s happened to him. The magnitude of it just won’t sink in… There’s still this thought that if now he’s treated with care, he’ll come to be just as before – which is obviously not how these things work… I mean, a single dose of what he’d been through can easily leave one messed up for life – and he’d been there, what, weeks? And so many people, too… He must be quite destroyed, although I can see how seeing it all as a deserved punishment would in part help him come to acceptance. And I’m wondering, too, what about… well, the physical side of the healing. The treatment he’d been subjected to is bound to have left his body in a rather irreparable state – what is he going to do about that…? One would think he’s already more than paid his due for putting Faramir’s honour in danger – I wonder if that’s occured to Boromir, too…

December    Tuesday 18 January 2011, 17:16    #

Gonna be a long haul on the healing end – but don’t you think Theodred might have what it takes to help our dear man? Wait till Faramir finally finds him, too.

alcardilme    Saturday 22 January 2011, 5:26    #

Yea, Theodred’s a good character: we know hardly anything about him, so really, one can make him into pretty much anybody. And anyway, that talk about healing is purely theoretical for now: I mean, I don’t even know whether you actually do plan for Boromir to get healed ;) What with Boromir being the tragic hero he is, it could go in any direction for all I know :) I just hope that, you know, he won’t have to go through the “axe” thing again…

December    Saturday 22 January 2011, 9:32    #

Hey, darling! How’s it going with this one?
After what poor B’s been through, I’d really love to see him on a happier path :)

December    Monday 11 July 2011, 7:53    #

Woohoohoo, call me cynical, but I’m getting the feeling Theodred’s going to make Boromir’s already somewhat miserable life only the more difficult XD How can Boromir handle so much love now, especially from someone who isn’t Faramir? Because, cleanse you inside out – that means what I think it does, does it…?

December    Saturday 19 November 2011, 9:14    #

More! More!
Also, me enjoy the dialogue :)

December    Wednesday 30 November 2011, 0:47    #

My dear, are you well? And… will there be more…?

I have commented on this story before, but now I am more on the edge than ever. I’ll be honest, I had expected a more straightforward development of events at the point where Faramir tracks Boromir down, something about healing, etc.
What I have found instead is more complicated, and more interesting to me, and also what I find to be much more real-life. Many shadowy issues they have, both the brothers. And Theodred… he knows Boromir well. Maybe too well for Boromir’s comfort. I don’t feel Boromir would be thankful to him for speaking to Faramir thus and treating Faramir thus. Especially since this chapter reveals to us that Faramir is still very young. He is spirited, and passionate, and very devoted, but… maybe he’s a bit too young to deal with all of this?
And what is his standing on Boromir’s feelings for him? So far we have heard nothing on this, except that what he has learned has not stayed him from searching for Boromir, and apparently has not cut off his love for his brother. But… I don’t know, I don’t like Theodred doing what he does, even if eventually it will lead to the brothers’ benefit. Boromir has suffered much, and Faramir has endured much worry, and no doubt he will be greatly pained when he learns what depths of suffering Boromir had been subjected to. I guess we could say Faramir too will sustain a mental trauma – and amid all of this, Theodred seducing/taunting him? Come on, Theodred, is this really what the young man needs at the moment?

December    Sunday 29 July 2012, 7:34    #

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