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Riders and Stewards	By : Orial Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2002 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two: The White Rider
It was several weeks before Boromir was finally up and walking; but the valar protected the rogue riders in a valley, and they were able to hunt for food and set up a base of operations, so much as it was. Boromir stood watching the riders from his tent, dressed in clothes that had been refitted for him that would no longer fit �omer. The pain from the arrows as well as the long scar in his back would occasionally put him in bed for a day or two, but beyond that and most of the rider�s concerns he worked around as much as his body would let him.
�He�s lame on the left side, only slightly, but he�ll need to be rested well.� �omer went over to the young man who was riding his horse and helped him down, gently tending to the horse�s lame side. Boromir watched quietly leaning up against a stone near the horse stalls and working areas. The young man was probably only just of age, and watched the older man intently for tips on how to care better for his horse.
�He�ll be fine...a splint should help a bit. It could be a minor brake or a tear. Take him to his stable and rest him.� The young rider nodded and took his horse gently into the stables. �omer got up and brushed himself off and saw Boromir out of the corner of his eye and smiled.
�Up and doing your rounds again, Boromir?� �omer said with a smile. Boromir walked over and nodded breathing in the fresh air.
�Of course, it�s the only thing that keeps me sane. Other than you, of course,� Boromir laughed warmly and sighed content in being able to walk about in the sunlight.
�Not that you had much sanity left in you, my dear Boromir. Taking on how many Uruk-hai? You truly are a man above men,� �omer said softly and he walked closer to the man of Gondor. Boromir smiled and shook his head.
�Those are for the D�nedain, I am simply a steward�s son.� �omer laughed warmly at Boromir�s words and put a warm hand upon his shoulder.
�That may be, but you do have the blood of the elves in you, as do I. Though it is faint, we still have a line similar to the Kings of men. Come Boromir, let us take a walk. I do not wish to reek of horse at dinner later tonight.� �omer walked along quietly waiting for Boromir to catch up. Boromir smiled and followed the younger man. It surprised many that he and the captain of the Mark were but thirteen years apart in age. Many said they looked no more than two years apart, but the blood of elves was in them.
Boromir recalled his time in Rivendell and remembered long ago when he and his father went there to seek answers. Boromir was but a child but he knew he was different from other men�s children, yet he feared the ageless Elrond; and feared to ask him a burning question.
* �My lord, Elrond,� he said quietly looking up nervously at the raven haired elf. When Elrond turned and smiled at him, it quelled some of the young Boromir�s worries.
�Yes young one?� Elrond knelt down in front of him and smiled. Boromir fidgeted and looked up again into the ageless gray eyes that knew more than he would ever hope.
�Why am I different? From other men, that is.� At first Boromir was afraid the elf would rebuke him for such a silly question, but no. Elrond smiled warmly and rubbed his head and sat down in a chair and patted the seat next to him.
�It is a long story, little Boromir; but I will tell it to you, if you wish to listen.� Boromir nodded eagerly excited to hear a story from an elf, who no doubt had lived it.
�Oh yes, sir!� Boromir was excited beyond measure of a boy.*
�Boromir...?� �omer�s voice came through Boromir�s memory diving and shook him from the once kind face of the lord Elrond.
�Sorry, off day dreaming, I suppose.� Boromir turned his head slightly to look into the north.
�Of what?� �omer followed his eyes and imagined he could see the Misty Mountains in the far off land, but it was not so.
�Of the first time I went to Rivendell; and how I thought I knew the Lord Elrond there. He has changed greatly. He...� Boromir paused and looked into �omer�s eyes. �He is more human now. Easy to anger, and his eyes have lost the love I thought he looked on me with when I was but a child. Perhaps it is the sea longing in him, I do not know.� Boromir sighed deeply and winched and held his side where the one arrow pierced his lung.
�Time has caused us all to change Boromir. Who can fathom the ways of the elves? A century to us might be but a day to them. I do not think he looks on you with the distaste you think. Elrond has always been...moody, to say the least; but perhaps that is because of his upbringing.� Boromir was once again reminded of the past of Elrond and nodded.
�This is true...� Boromir meant to speak more, but a sudden call from the riders below of a white rider caused all to stop. Both he and �omer reached for their swords in nervousness as the great white horse and the rider atop came into view. They both stopped short, seeing the eyes of a long time friend and Boromir saw the form of a ghost in front of him.
�Mithrandir,� �omer gawked and looked over Shadowfax and Gandalf. Boromir stumbled back and shook his head.
�You fell, I saw it with my own eyes. You fell with the Balrog!� Gandalf simply smiled and dismounted.
�So did you, by orc arrows, yet here we are. Come I will explain in privacy.� In confusion, both Boromir and �omer followed. Boromir watched the wizard carefully, wondering if this was some trick by the evil Saruman.

�So I have been sent back, until my task is completed; but more pressing matters are at hand now. �omer, your uncle is in great need, you and your men are their only hope for defeating the armies of Saruman. We must ride within the hour, lest we arrive to late to be of aid.� Gandalf looked over at the two men who were seated across the table.
�My men will be prepared to go within a half of that time. Come Boromir, I have an extra set of armor you can use.� As �omer got up to leave with Boromir, Gandalf spoke up again.
�Boromir, I am concerned about your injuries that you have described. Perhaps you should not join in this battle,� Gandalf spoke quietly looking over the man of Gondor. Boromir looked over the wizard with a dark frown.
�I am perfectly fit to fight, Mithrandir. I owe my life to �omer and the men of the Mark. I fought a hoard of Uruk-hai single handedly. I know I am mortal, but I will not leave �omer�s side. I am perfectly fit for battle,� Boromir said standing close to �omer, his pride and love for the Rider not allowing him to leave while his best friend and lover went into battle.
�It seems that it is impossible to separate you two when you find each other. At least take council, Boromir and don�t do anything rash. I sense that you may have a larger role to play in this quest yet again.� With the words said Boromir and �omer gave their parting respects to the wizard and left him to his musings.

�omer undressed with speed and determination inside the tent he shared with Boromir. No one ever asked questions about why the Steward of Gondor�s son and the Captain of the Rohirrim were sleeping in the same tent; and no one truly ever cared. Boromir winched and undressed slightly slower but with no less purpose. He reached for the clothes that �omer had gotten refitted for him.
�Do you really think Mithrandir thinks me unfit to fight, �omer?� He looked to the man of Rohan his eyes unconsciously settling on his perfectly round ass. �omer looked over and smiled.
�No, I think he�s worried about you is all.... You did take a bad hit to the back. Mithrandir is just concerned is all. And will you stop staring at my ass? You�ll get to get a taste of it after the battle. I promise.� Boromir coughed and looked away casually clearing his mouth from the drool that was rolling down the corners of his smile. He looked innocent and tried to get the heavy mail shirt on over his under shirt.
�Let me help, Boromir, you idiot.� Boromir smiled and let the rider�s hands take over the menial task. �omer smiled and gently let his hands linger over Boromir�s crotch before helping him dress in the armor of Rohan. While Boromir was used to the beautiful silver and white armor of Gondor, he wasn�t too unfamiliar with Rohan�s rustic reds and golds. As they finished dressing Boromir handed �omer his tall helm with the horse hair tassel on the top.
�Have I ever told you, you look absolutely fetching in your armor, love?� Boromir asked with a smile gracing his features. A blush rose slightly on �omer�s face and he chuckled.
�Many times. Here...you�ll need this...� the blond offered Boromir a helmet but Boromir declined.
�I�ve been to battle many times and I never wore a helm. I�m not about to break my old tradition now.� The look upon the younger man�s face almost caused Boromir�s heart to leap into his loins. ��omer...if I�m going to die in battle, then I will. Thank you for the offer but...I cannot take it. I�m old and set in my ways.�
�At least take it with you Boromir, for my sake. I would not want to see your beautiful face harmed by harsh blows from the enemy,� as he spoke he gently stroked the older man�s face and cheek, feeling the coarse hair of his beard. Boromir kissed his hand gently and took the helm and looked it over before putting it on.
�Besides, I look stupid in helmets.� �omer chuckled and kissed him lovingly.
�No you don�t. Now come on...we need to tell the men to get ready to move.� Boromir nodded and sighed.
�Then let�s go. We have a large group yet to get ready to move.� �omer nodded, leaving the tent and Boromir following shortly after.

�The men are ready, Mithrandir,� �omer said, concern for his men lacing his voice as he walked his horse towards the white wizard. Boromir followed slightly behind walking a large powerful war horse that had no rider any longer. The two were dressed for battle, Boromir wearing a Rohirrim helm at the request of his lover.
�Good...then we must make haste. We must make Helms Deep in two days time. Sound the call...we must leave!� Gandalf took no more time and mounted Shadowfax and rode off towards the south and Helms Deep. Boromir and �omer quickly mounted and the call was brought up to follow the wizard without question. No questions were asked and none were needed as the group of Rohirrim numbering almost three thousand rode off after the stunning figure of Gandalf.
The ride was long and hard but by the dawn of the second day from leaving their protected valley they rode into Helms Deep. With the rising sun at their back, Boromir and �omer led the charge into the hoard of Uruk-Hai along with the shining form of Mithrandir. Boromir cried out in the tongue of Gondor while �omer and the Rohirrim cried out in the voice of Rohan. The dark beasts were blinded by the light of the new white wizard and of the dawning sun.
Boromir quickly drove towards the center of the field where a large Uruk-Hai stood on a large boulder ordering the others. He knew that if you took the captain the rest of the beasts would flee and loose all courage. His sword loose and his battered shield that had been recovered by Gandalf were blocking and slaying the horrendous creatures left and right. The once speedy gallop had now all but slowed to a walk in a nightmarish valley. Boromir sheathed his sword as he neared close enough to the boulder and hefted a spear and through it, skewering the Uruk below the neck. As the beast fell, the battle tide turned into the favor of Rohan.
Within the hour that �omer and the men of the mark came to Helms Deep, the beasts from Isenguard were fleeing towards �home�. As the men of Rohan rode out to make sure that the beasts would not return, Boromir noticed the sudden tree-line that had appeared below them. �omer was the first to act upon it.
�Stay out of the trees!� he called as he rode his war horse across the gap between the mountains in which Helms Deep was sheltered. The men stopped and watched as the last of the Uruk fled into what they thought was a sheltered forest. Within moments, their screams could be heard and the trees began to move again. Their cries sent a cheer from the men that the beasts were finally taken care of.
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