Story Summary:
The story of Boromir and his
true love (my version at least) and what happens to her when Boromir
never returns to her. Starts four-five years before the War of the Ring
and ends shortly after it. Rated: R |
Chapter 10
Three Arrows
The next morning Legolas was coming out of his room when he saw
Lillianna coming out of her own. It was the first time he realized she
was next door to him. Smiling at her, he said greeted her as she
approached him. She smiled but then a look of pain crossed her face and
she cried out. Moving towards her quickly he caught her as she fell.
“Lillianna?”
He said then realized she had passed out. Looking down, he saw a blood
stain forming on her skirt. Picking her up in his arms he went to the
room on the other side and kicked Éomer’s door.
When Éomer came out he said “Get Faramir and Aragorn and bring them to the House of the Healing.”
As Éomer went the other way, Legolas quickly took her to the house.
They ushered him in and he laid her on the bed. By this time blood was
covering her skirt. Backing out of the room, he stood in the hall
waiting for Aragorn and Faramir. Faramir had gotten Éowyn on the way
and the two of them showed up at the same time as Aragorn and Éomer.
When Legolas told them what happened, Aragorn knocked softly on the
door. The door opened and a healer let him in. Going towards her, he
saw how pale she was.
“My King, I think she is losing her baby. We cannot stop the blood.”
Closing his eyes, he was silent for moment before saying, “Do what you
can and come get me when you are finished. Try to save the baby. It is
very important to save both her and the baby.”
Leaving the room, he told the others. Faramir held Éowyn as she cried. The others left the hallway to wait outside.
Faramir said to Aragorn, “You healed both Éowyn and I, can you not do something for her?”
Aragorn paused for a minute then went back inside.
The baby was born dead and they were still trying to stop her bleeding.
Aragorn knew she was on the verge of dying but he wasn’t willing to let
her go. He was surprised when she opened her eyes.
Looking at him, she said softly “My baby?”
He shook his head and said, “I am sorry. We lost him.”
“Him?” She said crying.
He nodded and said “Lillianna, you will have time to grieve for your
son. Right now I need you to focus on your own self. I am trying not to
lose you as well. You are bleeding a lot.”
She reached up and took his hand. Looking into her beautiful blue green eyes, he tried to look positive.
She whispered softly, “Please let me go.”
Shocked he argued “No, I can save you from this. Do not lose faith in me yet.”
She squeezed his hand slightly and said softly, “I do not want to be
saved. I want to be with Boromir and my son. Without the baby, there is
nothing left for me.”
“You have friends who care about you. I care about you. You are not alone.”
“Aragorn, I will never get over him and I cannot be happy without him.
Please do this for me. Tell the others you tried but you could not stop
the bleeding, but just let me go in peace.”
He struggled with his emotions then he told the women in the room to
leave them. They had not heard their exchange and he wanted her to be
alone with him.
“Do you want to say goodbye to your friends? At least to Faramir and Éowyn?”
“No. I cannot. Tell them I woke up and said I loved them.” She smiled.
“I am glad you are here with me in the end as you were for Boromir. It
seems right.”
Leaning forward, he kissed her on the head and then held her hand. They
sat together for an hour or more. She had grown so weak she closed her
eyes but he could still see her breathing. He felt like his heart was
being ripped out of his chest. To watch Boromir die, then his son, and
now her was overwhelming. He felt her hand go limp in his and looking
up he realized she was gone. He struggled to hold back the tears that
were stinging his eyes. Looking at her once again, he reached down and
grabbed another blanket to cover the blood soaked sheets on her. She
looked so peaceful as if she were only sleeping. He knew he was putting
off telling the others but he just watched her for a long time. Finally
he stood up and walked out of the room. He asked the women outside to
take care of cleaning her up. Washing his hands, he looked down to make
sure he had no blood on him. Taking a deep breath he walked outside.
Faramir looked at him and Aragorn shook his head softly.
“The baby?” He said softly.
“We lost him.”
“Is Lillianna alright?” Éowyn asked quietly.
“No. She lost too much blood. I could not save her. I am sorry.” He said with guilt.
Faramir and Éowyn held onto each other tightly as they cried. Éomer
looked devastated as well. Merry and Pippin had come to check on her as
well as Gandalf and Gimli. Gandalf comforted the two hobbits who were
very upset. Legolas was sad as well; his elfin features in shock and
sorrow.
Finally, Faramir looked at Éomer and said “Will you take her back to
Rohan with your uncle? Since she cannot be buried with Boromir, there
is no reason to bury her here when she spent most of her life in Rohan.
At least she was happy there. She was only happy here for four short
years.”
Éomer nodded sadly.
Eventually everyone started drifting off until only Legolas and Aragorn
remained. Legolas looked at Aragorn who looked very tired and sad and
said “You did everything you could. Do not feel guilt.”
“No. I did not” Aragorn said softly. Looking at Legolas, he said, “I possibly could have saved her. She would not let me.”
Legolas looked shocked but then realized what Aragorn was saying.The elf struggled with what to say.
Finally he said “Often, an elf loses his or her true love and their
immortality holds them to their grief. They have no choice but to live
alone because they are bound to their love. She had a choice and she
was so close to dying anyway I am sure she felt it was the right
choice. Who are we to question her?”
Aragorn nodded sadly. “I do not question her. She made her choice and
she was at peace with it. Living had gotten so hard for her she did not
want to fight to save her own life so she asked me to stop trying to
force her to live.” Running his hands through his hair, he said, “It
just seems like such a waste. First Boromir, then their son, and now
her. They could have been so happy together but it was all destroyed by
three arrows.”
“It seems so symbolic. Three arrows, three lives destroyed.” Legolas said quietly.
The two men walked up the hill quietly deep in thought.