You dodged an Uruk's swing of his dirty sword, pulling out a dagger from your boot and embedding it in its back then shoved it to the ground. Immediately you swung your knife around, slicing the neck of another Uruk coming up behind you. You frantically looked around for your sword that was so rudy hit out of your unsuspecting hands. A flash of metal grabbed your attention, pulling you to the base of a tree where your sword was laying.

You rushed over to it, dodging your Fellowship friends as they took care of their own Uruk-hai. Diving for your sword, you heard an Uruk's growling close behind you. Throwing your back to the ground you tried to get your sword in front of you but you weren't fast enough. Ditching your weapon, you grasped both of the Uruk's arms, scrunching your nose at its stench as you tried to keep it from stabbing you.

Right when you thought your arms were going to give out, the sound of an ax hitting bone made the body go limp followed by the sound of Gimli letting out a shout of satisfaction. With a grunt, you shoved the disgusting body off of you, rolling over and grabbing your sword before popping up on your feet, nodding to Gimli in thanks. 

Legolas finished off a few more Uruks running off as Aragorn took care of the two by him. Gimli disposed of one more and you looked around to where the rest of the Uruk-hai were running off to. Suddenly there was the sound of a horn, a horn you knew all too well.

You took off running, pumping your arms and legs as fast as you could, Legolas' voice sounding in the distance as he recognized the horn. But you were already gone, Aragorn taking off after the call for help too.

But you were faster, years of being teased and chased after by the very man who was calling for aid. Not taking your eyes off the ground in front of you, you flew past Uruks as they tried to find any member of the Fellowship to dispose of. But you took no notice of them, dodging trees and fallen Uruks, leading you to a mournful sight.

Boromir stood guarding Merry and Pippin, two arrows protruding out of his chest as he continued to fight the nasty bastards off, his voice shouting out with anger and pain. You would have stood there in shock for much longer had an Uruk not try to clip you from behind. Without even turning, you swung your sword blindly behind you, decapitating your assailant. You would have gone ham on the rest of the Uruk-hai rushing after you but a much larger, much more intimidating Uruk had grabbed your attention, it's grotesque bow and arrows giving it away as the one to die next. 

Clenching your jaw, you took your sword with both hands and ran after the Uruk as it knocked another arrow. You purposefully placed yourself in front of the Uruk, his arrow pointed right at you. Boromir called after you, the two younger hobbits shouting their protests. But you didn't listen, your blood boiling with anger.

The Uruk released his arrow but you didn't flinch, hitting it out of the air with blind ease. But that didn't faze the Uruk at all, its face snarling in a ghastly smirk as he knocked another arrow, firing again. This time you weren't so lucky, the foul projectile embedding itself in your shoulder. With just a wince, you pulled it out and used it to stab the Uruk as you finally got close enough to hit it, stabbing it in its thigh. That took it by surprise. 

Wasting no time at all, you lifted your sword and stabbed it in the chest. The Uruk yelled, throwing its head back before leaning forward and taking a nasty bite out of your upper arm, your yell filling the air. But that only invigorated you.

With both hands you took your blade out of its chest in an upward motion, slicing it all the way up it's front the whole length of your sword. It flailed, trying to hit you with its bow and a dagger but you wouldn't have it. You knocked its head with yours, throwing it back just enough for you to kick its legs from under it, bringing up your sword and hitting its back with the hilt. Once it was on the ground, you straddled it, turning your sword upside down and stabbed down, pinning the large Uruk into the dirt with a cry of success.

You let out a breath, whipping your brow as you stepped away from the dead body. Looking up you saw the Hobbits holding Boromir's shoulders as he slowly started to fall backward. More Uruks were still spilling out of the woods. But before you could grab your sword and come to their aid, you felt a sharp pain in the back of your head, your vision going dark as your knees buckled.

You fell to the ground, catching yourself on your hands and knees, blood dripping down your back and the side of your neck onto the ground. Looking up, you saw blobs of Merry and Pippin leaving Boromir for you, reaching out to you but only to run into the arms of approaching Uruk-hai. You tried to call out to them but you couldn't focus, making it hard to do much of anything else. Blinking, you shook our head instantly regretting that. But you needed to get your vision back before the Uruk behind you killed you. Lucky for you, Aragorn showed up, killing it easily.

You felt arms gently lift you up, fingers stroking back damp hair from your face. You pushed the person away, your mind only thinking of Boromir with at least two arrows in his chest, your own wound already starting to ebb away with priority.

Stumbling, you rushed to Boromir's side. He looked terrible, but not past saving. Had he got hit with that third arrow he would not have had a chance. A chance you knew you could give him but those hobbits weren't going to make it if no one came after them. But you already had an idea for that.

"Boromir," you cooed.

Boromir took your hand as you knelt down next to him, one hand on his chest the other on his hairline, stroking his hair from his face. You smiled down at him, his green eyes looking around frantically before taking hold of your (e/c) ones, where you saw pure concern and not for himself.

"They took the little ones."

"Shhh, they are not yet lost."

"Frodo! Where is Frodo?"

"He continues on. Now be still."

Aragorn made his way over to the two of you, Legolas and Gimli close behind. But before any of them could say anything you turned to them, your eyes hard and your voice firm.

"Go. Go after them."

Aragorn stepped forward, his face full of concern. You shook your head, turning your gaze back to the Gondorian prince fighting for his life in your hands.

"He will survive but I cannot say the same of the Hobbits if you do not make haste."

"(Y/n), you yourself are injured. We can spare-"

You turned back to them, your eyes full of fire. "Must you make me repeat myself, brother?" You looked up at the three of them, your gaze softening as you saw their own disheveled state, the pain of the situation evident on their faces. "I will manage. I have dealt with worse. Now go, those halflings will be far beyond terrified."

Aragorn nodded but before he turned to go he moved to you, pressing a hasty kiss to the top of your head then rested a hand on Boromir's arm. "You are in good hands. I will see you again, my brother."

Boromir nodded as best he could, his hand squeezing yours a bit tighter. "My king."

"We will find them, Lassie." Gimli voiced, making you smile weakly.

Aragorn stood, nodding before turning to Legolas and Gimli. "Let's hunt some orc."

And with that they took off, leaving you with Boromir and a field of dead Uruks. Quickly you turned to his wounds assessing the damage. But a hand on your cheek gave you pause. Looking up at Boromir's face, you were surprised to see a small smile on his lips.

"You were always beautiful, but at this very moment, you must be an angel."

You paused a moment, blinking, but you quickly shook your head knowing he wasn't in his right mind. But you winced having forgotten about your own wound. Boromir dropped his hand, your blood coming away with it. His eyes grew wide but you took his hand before he said anything.

"Yes I am wounded but I will manage. You come first. Now I need you to sit up."

The man nodded, his face pinching in pain as he sat up with your help, leaning on a rock covered in vines. Reaching up you stroked away hair that had fallen into his eyes, your hand lingering on his temple.

"I hope you are not holding not only Frodo's fate but Merry and Pippin's fate against yourself." Your voice came out quietly, your brows pinched in question and worry.

Boromir coughed with a smirk, his face growing pale. "I fear I will not last much longer for such sentiments."

Your eyes narrowed and lips puckered in frustration. "Speak like that again and I will not be so gentle."

You reached for the first arrow, glad it was nowhere near his heart. It didn't look too deep, neither did the other one so that gave you hope. Carefully, you held the shaft closest to his chest, quickly snapping off the rest of the arrow being sure to leave yourself enough to pull it out. But you needed his shirt off. The man groaned as you snapped the other shaft and started to pull the shirt over his wounds. Once his shirt was off, Boromir leaned his head back, closing his eyes as you stood.

You kicked his foot making his eyes open wide. "Don't sleep. I need you awake."

"I fear I have no control over that in this state. I have never felt so tired in all my life."

"Well if you close your eyes now you will never know if that statement would stay true here on after."

With that, you scoured the area looking for anything to patch up the red-headed soldier. Your eyes widened when you saw your pack and Merry's tossed by a tree, no doubt brought up by and Uruk who hoped for something useful. Lucky for you, Merry was in charge of the medical supplies. Reaching for the pack you found it nearly empty but save for a few rolls of bandages, a flask of disinfectant, and a clean undershirt. Taking the pack with you, you hurried to Boromir, relieved to see his eyes open.

Kneeling down beside him, you readied some bandages, placing them in his hands. "I need you to press these to your wounds as soon as I pull the arrows. It will be most painful but I need to take these out."

Boromir nodded, grasping the bandages. "Be sure to warn me when- AHHHH!"

You winced as you pulled out the first arrow, taking his hand to place it over the bloody wound. "Surprise makes it hurt less."

Boromir grunted. "And where, pray tell, did you hear that from?" He breathed heavily.

You took hold of the other arrow. "My brother."

"Ah yes, why am I not surprised. He probably told yo- AHHHHHH!"

You pulled out the second one, taking his other hand and pressing it on the second wound. "There you are, they have been removed. Now hold still as I wrap your chest so we can move you somewhere more comfortable while I go look for provisions."

You quickly wrapped his chest, his hands now free to suddenly take your own. You looked at him, your heart glad that his color had returned. He held your hands in both of his, his eyes searching your own.

"Thank you, (Y/n). Thank you. I know not how I will ever repay you."

You reached up and stroked his cheek lightly, smiling. "By remaining alive." You then leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his temple, a slight fever warm on his skin. "Just a few moments longer then you can rest. Let's get you up."

Carefully you helped him stand, his arm around your shoulders as you wrapped both arms around his middle. Boromir looked down at you, a faint smile on his lips. "Had I known I was to be copped up with a woman for a long period of recovery time, I would have packed wine."

You scoffed, shaking your head. "Don't make me regret doing this."

"never," he whispered as he too pressed a kiss to the top of your head but it felt much different than the one your brother gave you just moments before.

I am highly debating doing a part two to this...