Aoi Dragon: I finally found my original draft. I had it labelled as something else. Stupid me. So here's the next chapter. Enjoy! It's a little longer, although I'm not sure if I've kept some of the characters… IN character. So please, your feedback would be excellent help. I haven't touched this story editing-wise in a few years to due changes in muses, so any feedback my readers can give me would be most appreciated.

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That evening they camped at a place called Parth Galen. James confronts Boromir during their watch about what he had seen that day, "Boromir, I have to talk to you."

"What is there to talk about, James?" The Gondorian looks to him as his phrasing makes James think of Alec.

The MI6 agent sits next to his new friend, "Do you still think the Ring should go to… your city?"

"Minas Tirith," Boromir frowns, "I do not know anymore, James," the Gondorian grimaces, "It calls to me… It says that it can save my city, my country… I do not believe its lies, but… I have doubts, James. What if the Ring IS the answer to all of Gondor's problems? What if it can make my father well again? The Ring promises all that and more… It promises to restore Gondor to her former glory before the line of Kings fell," Boromir stares out across the river, "I do not know what to do anymore."

James glances to Maura. The MI6 agent has heard and ignored the Rings promises to him, but he needed to reassure Boromir, "You're not the only one the Ring makes promises to, Boromir."

"What?" The Gondorian stares at James, "Why? You have nothing to do with Arda… You are not FROM Arda."

"It promises me a way home. All I have to do is bring the Ring to Sauron in Mordor, and I can go home."

"Do you miss it? Ig-land?"

"England," James corrects, "I miss some of it… I miss having a woman in my bed."

"Your wife?" Boromir asks.

"No… just a woman."

"WHAT?!"

James smirks, "Yes, and that's what I miss."

"I see… So that is why the Lothlórien Elves were so annoyed with you."

The MI6 agent grins, "Ah yes, many of those ladies were lovely," then he frowned, "but none would come to me."

"The hearts of the Elves do not beat the same as the hearts of mortals," Boromir says softly, "Elves do not lust."

"Ah… that would be it then," James leans back against a tree, "I miss Pam… and Lupe."

"Two? I am surprised at you James," Boromir gives the MI6 agent an amused, yet bewildered look, "I have bedded a few willing women, but I doubt there have been as many as you have encountered. I get the feeling you charm them into your bed, chivalry thrown to the fire."

"Well, it usually involves me saving their lives from the current villain I am pursuing," James smirks, "The ladies just seem to love me."

Boromir chuckles, "I know the feeling. The ladies seem to think that I am the savior of Gondor. They flock to me."

"I wouldn't doubt it," James grins, "The ladies loved Alec as well. We sometimes competed or shared…"

The Captain General snorts, "Faramir is too shy with the women. Even though several have thrown themselves at his feet, he has taken none into his bed," Boromir laughs softly, "He is a hopeless romantic, my little brother. He believes in true love."

"I use to believe in true love," James says softly. The Gondorian looks at him, puzzled, "She was murdered in front of me just after we were married."

"I am sorry," Boromir murmurs.

The MI6 agent sighs, "Well, that's all my work brings… death and destruction. I have to suppress all emotion; everyone I get close to gets badly hurt or dies."

"When we arrive in Minas Tirith, would you like to have a position in the Gondorian army?" Boromir asks, changing the dreary subject, "Perhaps a captain in the south… It would give you a place in this world."

James smiles, "I'm sure I'll find a way home before then."

"And if not?"

"I'll consider it, but only if you try to resist the call of the Ring."

"I AM trying," Boromir says defensively.

The MI6 agent nods, "Well, try harder. It is calling you, and I do not want to lose another friend to something small and deadly."

"Like Alec…"

"Yes, like Alec."

"I shall try harder, James," Boromir nods, "but if I do fail, I will not be myself. I know that Ring is dangerous; I know it must be destroyed in Orodruin. I have vowed everything to protecting Maura, and unless the Ring drives me mad before the end, I will not betray this Fellowship. Gondor will see it done… Gondor will see the Ring destroyed."

In the morning, Aragorn gathers the Fellowship, "It is time to decide which direction we go. Do we cross the river and go west to Mordor or do we continue south to Boromir's city?"

The ranger-king looks around the Fellowship, "We all know which way Boromir chooses, but I think we should let Maura decide."

The kuduk stands, "I think I need a few hours alone to decide our course," He leaves the Fellowship to sit by the fire as the kuduk walks towards Amon Hen.

A few moments later, Boromir stands, "We should go to my city," He says, "It is the safer road, and from there we can gather troops to march to Mordor."

"Wouldn't that be like ringing the door bell saying 'Here's your Ring, use wisely'?" James asks as the Fellowship stares at him, confused, "I guess you don't have door bells…" He corrects himself, "Wouldn't that be like knocking on Sauron's door…"

Aragorn nods, "I agree. Taking troops to Mordor along with the Ring would not help in destroying it. Sauron has nearly unlimited forces. We need to rely on stealth, not strength."

Boromir frowns at Aragorn, "I shall go find Maura," James starts to get up, "alone," And the Gondorian disappears into the woods.

"All we can do is sit and wait," Legolas says, "but we must leave soon. We should not linger here any longer than we have to."

"For once I agree with the Elf," Gimli says, "We have to decide which way to go soon or we will become breakfast for the orcs."

James grimaces, "A very unpleasant thought, thank you Gimli."

Only moments later does a disheveled Boromir running towards them, "Did you find Maura?" Aragorn asks.

"Yes… and no," The Gondorian hesitates, "He… disappeared."

"We must find him," Aragorn says as everyone else gets up, "Boromir, you go with Kali and Razar. James, you are with me. Legolas, Gimli, guard each other."

James glances at Boromir, "Are you alright?" The Captain General looks away causing James to frown, "We'll talk afterwards," The MI6 agent runs after Aragorn.

They go to the Hill of Sight where Aragorn sits for a while, seemingly to either meditate or brood. James scowls and crosses his arms thinking that doing this when Maura is out alone in an orc-infested wood is an idiotic thing to do at the time. Moments later they hear the sound of a horn, "ORCS!" Aragorn cries, jumping to his feet, drawing Andúril.

James follows suit, drawing Veriol. Orcs barge out of the trees waving their swords and roaring a battle cry, "I have your back if you have mine!" James calls to Aragorn.

"Of course!" The ranger-king blesses his sword, "Elendil!" he cries as he and James run full force into the attacking orcs.

The two Dúnedain hack and slash their way through the orcs. They meet up with Legolas and Gimli soon afterwards. Then they hear a different horn blast, a desperate cry for help, "The Horn of Gondor!" Legolas informs everyone, "Boromir needs aid!"

"I will go!" James says as he notes Aragorn is three steps ahead of him and already running in the direction of Amon Hen.

When they arrive James freezes. Boromir is on his knees and a huge orc is standing over him, pointing an arrow at his head. Alec is on his knees with Ourumov standing over him, pointing a gun at his head. The similarities were too much; James charges at the orc as Aragorn goes to tend to Boromir's other wounds.

This orc is different than the others, stronger than the others, and more malicious. As James and the giant orc fight, the MI6 agent gets stabbed three times before he finally gives the fatal blow to the orc. James stands over his fallen foe, breathing hard, trying to catch his breath, before turning to Boromir, "No! Not again!" James drops his sword and runs to his friend, "Boromir."

"James, I am sorry," The Gondorian says, "I did not see. I failed in my vow to you…"

"What's done is done, Boromir. We can't go back and fix it," James says, kneeling, "I forgive you anyway."

"Aragorn," Boromir chokes, "Find the little ones, tell them I'm sorry."

"I am sure they have already forgiven you."

"Do not… do not tell them what I did, please… I want them to remember be as I was before the Ring took me."

"I am sure they will, Boromir," Aragorn replies softly, clasping his friend's hand.

The Gondorian smiles, "You will make a great King, Aragorn. I hope that James can be your Captain General… that is all I request…" Aragorn nods as James bows his head, "Aragorn, I would have followed out into the very fires of Orodruin… my brother, my captain… my King…"

The light from Boromir's eyes fades and Aragorn leans forward to kiss his brow, "There passes Boromir, son of Denethor. Be at peace, son of Gondor," Aragorn stands with a grim look on his face, "They will look for his coming from the White Tower, but he will not come…" Legolas and Gimli appear in the wood and bow their heads upon seeing Boromir slain.

James stays near the body of his dead friend, "Not again… I swore… that it wouldn't happen to him," The MI6 agent swiftly stands, taking one of his daggers from his boots and, in a rage, goes to the already dead orc captain's body. James starts stabbing it as unbidden tears slide down James' blood spattered face.

"JAMES!" Aragorn yells at him, but the MI6 agent does not stop. The ranger-King grabs James' wrist, he swings around and punches Aragorn. He falls to the ground as James continues to stab the dead orc. Aragorn draws his sword and puts it to James' throat, "Do not make me do this, James."

The MI6 agent freezes and drops his knife, shuddering, "He died again… right in front of me, and I could do NOTHING! AGAIN! He died TWICE, and I did NOTHING!"

"We all grieve for Boromir, but he died a warrior's death," Aragorn lowers his sword and puts a hand on James shoulder, "Do not blame yourself for anything that happened this day. Do not blame yourself for anything that happened when Alec was slain. None of this was your fault, James. There was nothing you or I could do to help Boromir. His wounds were too grave, and he would not allow me to help him."

Legolas comes forward and kneels beside James, "We all could have been here to prevent this, but no one is to blame, James, least of all you. You have come far in a world not your own. You have been thrown into a war that you do not understand. We could expect nothing more from you, and yet you still amaze us with your loyalty and fighting abilities," The Elf smiles sadly, "This is only the second time I have witnessed the death of someone close to me. I do not understand why the Valar would want their creatures to die, but Boromir has traveled to the Halls of Mandos. He will find peace there; he will watch over our Fellowship and protect us from beyond the veil."

"I will avenge his death," James grips the soil in his hands, "I will carry out his task and make sure that Gondor will see the Ring destroyed. I will make sure of it."

Aragorn puts a hand on James' shoulder, "Help me carry Boromir to the boats. We shall give him a warrior's funeral."

"Something Alec never got…" The MI6 agent murmurs.

"Legolas, Gimli, pick up the weapons of the fallen. We shall put them in the boat with him."

At the river the remaining four of the remaining members of the Fellowship lay Boromir's body in one of the Elven boats. The set his broken sword and horn at his right side and spread the swords of his fallen foes beneath his feet. Aragorn and Legolas sing a lament as they sent the boat down the river. James does not understand half of it because his mind is elsewhere, playing scenarios over and over as to how he could have done things differently with both Alec and Boromir, but they always ended up the same in the end. The death of his friend.

As Boromir's boat floats towards the falls, James takes out a dagger and cuts his hand, "I will get avenge your death, Boromir, and I take your burden as my own," He clenches his fist over the water and lets a few drops of blood travel in the current.

"It seems that Maura and Ban crossed the river," Aragorn says as he puts on Boromir's vambraces, "I think it is best that we let them go on alone."

"Then the Fellowship has failed!" Gimli frowns.

Aragorn puts a hand on the Dwarf's shoulder, "Not as long as we stay true to each other. We shall go after Kali and Razar; I will not let Boromir's death be in vain," He looks to James, "Are you fit to travel, James?"

"I am ready," He turns a steely cold gaze towards the Fellowship, "I will make those monsters pay."

Legolas nods, "We all wish that James."

"Let us hunt some orc," Aragorn smirks and puts a hand on James' shoulder.

Gimli grins, "My axe hungers for orc blood! Let us go!"