This is chapter is so very emotional. The part where Faramir finally gets to say farewell to his brother just reduces me to tears every time. It's such a happy yet terribly sad scene at the same time. Well done.

Wonderful story! I read it in a whole sitting.

"Haunted?" scoffed Eomer as he sat heavily down on his blanket and reached down to pull off his right boot. "What pathetic spirit would choose to roam this horrid place?"

"Hello," said Boromir.

With a strangled cry of shock, both men jumped to their feet, staring at the apparition that had suddenly appeared before them, sitting quite naturally on a log with hands folded and a bemused smile on his face. After scrambling several feet away, they stopped, eyes still popping, jaws agape; Eomer tripped over a very large rock and tumbled backwards, landing with a thud and apparently deciding it was better if he didn't move again right away."

Best part right there ^

~Raz

Eowyn chuckled and turned her face to the door, replying, "Since he remembered to knock this time, yes."

Oh my, so funny!

I usually go in for more romance-driven fanfic (which is totally the opposite of my normal novel-reading practices, strangely), but the way you've captured the personalities of these men has me in awe. I read "Walls" last week and was thoroughly impressed.

Eowyn and Faramir are two of my favorite characters, and I can easily see them interacting the way you've written them...in private. ;) I'm very grateful to Deandra for sending me your way. Thanks to you, as well! Keep up the excellent work!

Whoa, awesome story! I loved it!
I would mention the more memorable times that I nearly died of laughter, but seeing that other reviewers already have... I'll just asume that you can make a pretty good guess.

But anyway, like I said before, this was AWESOME! It was so great the way you worked Boromir into this, and then Legolas and the 'Army of the Dead.'*Even though there were only 4 of them*

Love your work ^^

~ithilien~

Most certainly excellent! How awesome that Boromir and the Dead Army (yes, all four of them!) came back! That was one twist I never expected! I liked the stories told and Eomer's temper (which I find quite fascinatingly similar to mine. Well, maybe that's not such a good thing...). This kept me absolutely hooked! Wonderful imagery and descriptions of places, etc. A job well done!

The Editor of MBDTA

Oh I liked this story very mugh, it was very well written. I'm not usually the type of reader that likes the Boromir, comes back to life stories, but this was an exception. I adored every minute and I hope to see more stories of the like from you in the near future. ANd I also have to tell you I love the name of the story it's hilarious once you've read it.

A John Wayne western had a mud slide in it. They had
to import special gray mud which had lots of clay
in it because the regular mud wasn't slippery enough.
I've always thought mud with grass and water made for
a very slippery combination. Thank you for a very
humorous time! My only comment? Wish Legolas could have
stopped by!

Nice story. Some places made me almost cry with laughter:

"At least we haven't encountered any ghosts," he offered. "In north Ithilien, it was always said among the Rangers that the South portion of the land was haunted."
"Haunted?" scoffed Eomer as he sat heavily down on his blanket and reached down to pull off his right boot. "What pathetic spirit would choose to roam this horrid place?"
"Hello," said Boromir.

Aragorn gasped, astonished. "The Army of the Dead!" he repeated in a hoarse murmur.
One of the formerly cursed warriors bowed to Aragorn. "We have come to serve you once again, Heir of Isildur."
The King of Gondor blinked as he looked over the soldiers, then licked his lips, his brows knitting a bit. "Um, Boromir?"
Boromir looked over at him. "Hm?"
"There's only four of them."

"No, no," said Aragorn quickly, holding up one hand as he scanned the area. "Boromir was here, as a spirit..."
Legolas sighed. "It was the pipeweed Pippin gave you, wasn't it?" he asked quietly.
Aragorn gave him an exasperated glance. "No," he replied sharply.
The Elf responded with a shake of his head. "He warned you about it, you know..."
"My apologies for that," said Boromir, appearing suddenly not three feet from where Legolas was standing.
"AI!" cried the Elf, stumbling (gracefully) back, his blue eyes enormous.

Well done!

Aw, poor Ch. 2 didn't get any reviews! So I decided to review here and not have it feel left out.

Just stumbled on your story via somebody's (maybe smor) Favorites list, and since there isn't much new showing up that I'd bother with I was looking to see what others recommended. Normally I wouldn't probably have read this other than it being recommended and me being desperate for a good read, so I gave it a shot. And I'm very glad that I did.

First of all, it is extremely well written, for which I am eternally grateful! (That is REALLY rare!) The humor grew naturally from the circumstances and didn't feel like the guys were trying to be the Three Stooges or something. And the plotline was so believable, that ghostly Boromir and clean Elves and such rang true. I felt the characterizations of all the guys were dead on.

I especially liked this little exploration of "life after war". It is hard for me to imagine that these three consummate warriors just happily settled down into bureaucratic drudgery without so much as a whimper. I would just have to think they would all jump at the chance for a little "gettin' dirty" adventure!

Anyway, I suppose it's rather obvious that I really liked this story, and intend to check out your other LOTR stuff first chance I get - maybe over the weekend.

- Deandra

Very interesting story... seas of mud! Whee!

You scared me. It might as well have been Boromir's ghost in front of me when I read his name. I almost screamed. Keep writing!

That was a very wonderful story! Nice plot too!

This is going to be so funny!!

Cant wait to read the rest of it

BORO-KUN!

*dies of happiness*

You've just made my day. I honestly wasn't expecting Boromir, seeing as it's a post-Ring-War fic, but. . .*fangirlish squee*

Absolutely wonderful fic. I

>>Boromir gave them a look of slight irritation as he turned and hastened back to Faramir. "You could have at least let me kill him," he mumbled to Aragorn as the King of Gondor drew near. "You should have heard the vile things they were going to do to my brother."

(snickers) Truly a Boromir thing to say. Love that line.

>>Faramir was staring at him sideways, a slight trace of fear in his eyes. "And...what is the message?"

The specter took a deep breath and looked straight into Faramir's eyes. "He wanted me to tell you," he said, "that he's very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very..."

"Gods," muttered Eomer, impressed.

"... very, very, very, very, VERY sorry he was such a horse's ** to you."

(giggle, snort) Goddess, I LOVE that section! I can just see all of their expressions. . .Boromir kind of rolling his eyes in exasperation at his father, Faramir in shock, Eomer with his eyebrows raised at all the 'veries.'