Narrator: Three quick
moving shapes track the band of Saruman's orcs and uruk-cows that have
abducted Pippin and Merry. Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli follow the obvious
trail of foot and hoofprints along the river Anduin. Unexpectedly, they
come across the shattered body of Boromir.
Legolas: Look! Is it not Boromir lying broken on the
rocks there?!
Gimli: It would appear he must've ate a few to many
Lembas and didn't clear the river when he was cast from the Falls of
Rauros Bridge.
Aragorn: Brave, brave Boromir, you shall not have died
in vain!
Boromir: Uh, oh, hello guys. I'm not quite dead, actually.
Legolas: What miracle is this?!? He yet draws breath!
Aragorn: Well, you shall not have been mortally wounded
in vain!
Boromir: I—I—I just have a few, minor,
er really trifling, compound fractures of my legs and arms... a bit
of internal bleeding. I think I could—I could pull through...
Aragorn: Oh, I see... and the arrows?
Boromir: Uh, well, there was this band of orcs that
came by with Pippin and Merry... they sort of thought it was funny to
use me for as a pin cushion. Then they—they broke my horn.
Aragorn: Curse those that would despoil a noble warrior
of Gondor so! My kinsman, I swear to you that you shall be avenged for
these foul deeds!
Boromir: I, I think I'll be fine. I'm hardly bleeding
at all any more..
Legolas: He has lost a staggering amount of blood.
Gimli: Well, those arrows and the bones poking out
of him probably have a lot to do with that, you know.
Boromir: Actually, I think I'm all right to come with
you—
Aragorn: No, no, valiant Boromir! Stay here! We will
send help as soon as we have accomplished a daring and heroic rescue
of Pippin and Merry in our own particular...
[sigh]
Boromir: Idiom?
Aragorn: Idiom, right!
Boromir: Honestly... I feel fine. If you could just
see your way clear to setting these really very minor fractures—and...er,
possibly spare a few pints of blood, actually I'd—
Aragorn: Yes, that's as may be, but the trail of orc
footprints and cow droppings turns west from here onto the plains of
Rohan. There is simply no way to take you with us.
Gimli: What about putting him in one of those boats
over there, then?
Aragorn: Excellent idea, Gimli! The river will take
you on to Osgiliath, dear Boromir. From there, the sacred Valar willing,
we should meet up again in Minas Tirith.
(sometime later, a boat is readied and Boromir is loaded into it)
Aragorn: Farewell, gallant Boromir!
Boromir: I'll, um... I'll just stay here in the boat,
then, shall I?
Legolas: Ummm... Aragorn? I just thought of something
we might have overlooked in our haste.
Aragorn: Oh, really, what was that?
Legolas: Wasn't the whole reason we got out of the
boats when we did because we didn't want to die going over the always
fatal Falls of Rauros?
Aragorn: Uh oh—
Boromir: AAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
[thud]
[crash]
[whoomp]
[splash]
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