LiL Pippin Padfoot
Summery: This is a Boromir/OC, but if you read 'Sweethearts' or 'Returning' you know I am talking about Miriel.
I've been requested for me to do this, and I've wanted to do, so here goes nothing.
Disclaimer: Don't wanna be you!
Boromir was fighting in Osgiliath. Osgiliath was being overrun by orcs, and Boromir was fighting furiously, then he heard a scream from somewhere on his left.
There was a girl there. She had long dark hair, and was trapped in a corner, a piece of rubble had fallen and trapped her foot. An Orc was closing in on her.
Boromir raced over to where she was.
With a quick swing of his sword, the Orc lay dead.
Just then, a soldier cried out "Osgiliath is retaken"
She was still on the ground as the soldiers cried out in happiness.
"Here." Boromir pushed the stone off her foot. "Can you walk" he asked her as he helped her to her feet.
"Let's see." she said, she took a step forward, tripped, and Boromir caught her.
"Need some help" he asked her
"Thank you." Then, she looked up, and realized who it was. "My lord." she said bowing her head.
"No need for that." said Boromir "Now let's get you to the Houses of Healing."
After Boromir had left her at the Houses of Healing, along with many others, he wandered backto Minas Tirith, were Faramir found him.
"What is wrong with you, brother" asked Faramir
"Nothing." said Boromir
"Stop." said Faramir, who walked around Boromir in a circle. "Well, you look fine. Do you feel all right" he asked Boromir.
Boromir just rolled his eyes at his brother. "Why are you so happy" he asked
"Why not" retorted Faramir "None of our soldiers died. I don't have to see Father for long time today, and I'm with my brother. Why shouldn't I be happy"
"Most people would be sad not to be able to spend time with their father." said Boromir, smiling
"Ah yes, but they do not know our Father." said Faramir "Our Father is different. He makes us act differently from everbody else."
"Our Father is the Steward of Gondor, and we are his sons, we are to act better than the common urchins that roam the streets."
Faramir looked at Boromir "I know what's wrong." he said "You read a book"
Boromir couldn't help but laugh at that. "No, little brother, I did not read a book."
Faramir looked crestfallen "I thought for sure this time..."
"No, I rescued a maid today, and I did not even find out her name." he said sadly, sitting down on a low wall in Minas Tirith.
"Your being serious." said Faramir, sitting next to him "Are you in love" he asked
Boromir looked at Faramir and shook his head "And you read to many books. No, I am not in love. I do not know what is wrong, but I can't get her out of my head."
Faramir shrugged "I have never been in love, so I would not know if that is a, let's say, symptom."
Boromir shook his head at his little brother.
"When are you leaving again" he asked Faramir
"Tonight." he answered "Before dinner. I do not want to look at Father after I was supposed to be taking care of Osgiliath."
Boromir laughed "Aren't we a mean Captain. Sending his men off without dinner. That's sounds like what a mother would do to a bad little boy."
"Well" said Faramir "They were supposing to be watching Osgiliath. This serves them right."
Boromir looked at his brother, who was being very serious about this, and laughed. He leaned over and touseled Faramir's hair. "You never cease to amaze me little brother."
"I am not that little." said Faramir, smoothing his hair.
That night, after Faramir and the Rangers had left, Boromir went to bed, but he couldn't sleep.
He kept seeing that maiden's face, and he couldn't get it out of his head.
He waited till dawn, then he decided that it was his job to go back and check on her. Make sure she was fine.
So Boromir took his cloak and left for the Houses of Healing.
Sorry, if you don't like it so far, it'll get better when they start talking, I promise.