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Exile (NC-17) Print

Written by Alcardilmë

19 February 2012 | 8769 words | Work in Progress

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Chapter Thirteen

Boromir could hear the strained voices. He could not hear the words. But he knew, by the Valar, he knew who stood outside his tent. Tears fell in great swaths, running down the sides of his head and drenching his hair. Frantically, he looked about, fear clenching his very muscles into rigidity.

He cannot find me. What am I to do?

Rustling sounded from the back of the tent.

“My Lord.” Damrod ducked under the canvas and crawled to Boromir’s side. “We have come to rescue you.” Mablung joined him but a moment later.

“They are at the entrance. Hurry, Damrod, I cannot walk.”

“Never fear. We will carry you.”

Each took an arm and half-dragged Boromir under the canvas and out into the shadows.

“Hurry.” Boromir’s fear helped him stand. Damrod and Mablung, however, would not let him go.

“If you fall,” Damrod hissed into Boromir’s ear, “we will be discovered. Swallow your pride, my lord, and let us help you.”

Boromir’s arms and legs grew limp at the truth in Damrod’s statement. “Lead me on.”

They ran deep into the trees.

Boromir bit his lip, trying to stifle the moans that screamed through his body. Tears fell, but this time, they were tears of pain. I will not last another moment. His body shook as the fires of abuse pummeled him.

“Only a little further, my lord. Our horses are on the other side of this rise.” Mablung held him a little tighter.

“What of Faramir?” Damrod asked as they climbed the mound. “Will the Rohirrim hold him?”

“Have… no fear… for Faramir.” Boromir could not spare breath to speak.

The horses stood at ease. Mablung helped Damrod put Boromir on his horse. “I will hold you. I think you too weak to stay ahorse by yourself.”

Boromir did not reply, saving his strength to hold on until Mablung settled behind him. The warmth of the man eased his spirit. For a brief moment, he felt safe. And loved.

Mablung clicked and the horse started forward. “Faramir will know we head back to Minas Tirith. He will find us, my lord.”

Boromir swallowed. I will stop them from taking me back, but only after we move far from Théodred. And Faramir.

He closed his eyes at the smell emanating from the man. So different from the… another pain-filled swallow… the Drúin. And the Rohirrim. The smell of Gondor and soldiering and the city. To be home again. He damned his own weakness. He could not return to Minas Tirith. Especially now. Now that he had been violated and ruined. He didn’t suppose he could ever… It is fitting. Useless, as I should be. The Valar have taken their revenge on my twisted thoughts. He sobbed and Mablung held him a little tighter.

“It will be well, my lord Boromir. Your father awaits your return. Their will be a feast laid out.”

He misunderstands, Boromir thought, but there was no relief in the thought. Better he continues this confusion. I must break away from them. Somehow. But his head hurt and his eyes closed. He fought to keep them open, but there was no hope. His body could no longer endure the harsh treatment of the last hour.

“We will wait a little further along the road,” Damrod said. “Faramir will not forgive us if we leave without him. He was waited too long to be denied Lord Boromir’s presence.”

Boromir stirred, fighting to stay awake. “Must… not…. wait.”

“Have no fear, my lord. The Rohirrim will not find us. Faramir will hide his tracks.”

He struggled, struggled to release Mablung’s hold and flee, flee from his brother. He cried out in despair.

“My lord, please do not struggle. You will only injure yourself further.”

Boromir’s body screamed in agony. The short struggle had exhausted every bit of strength he had left. He slumped forward. He heard Mablung say, “Sleep while you may,” before he lost consciousness.

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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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