Merry gasped as a second arrow plunged into Boromir’s heart. The mighty warrior flinched in pain as the arrow came to meet the first one. The man of Gondor still had his sword in hand, and was willing to do anything to save the Hobbits.
Merry tried to race to Boromir’s side, but was grabbed by a hairy arm and tossed violently to the ground. He heard Boromir yell in anger and a sword meet the Uruk-Hai’s stomach.
Merry rolled onto his back and gasped as an Uruk tightened its filthy hands around his neck and arms. He struggled wildly, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Pippin being knocked to the ground and Boromir franticly trying to help him.
Another arrow soared into Boromir. The brave man’s body was pushed away by an Uruk as the horrible beast ceased Pippin and knocked him over the head.
Merry wouldn’t give up so easily. He scurried out of the arms of his captor and ran to Boromir’s side. Before he was ceased again, he was able to speak with Boromir for the last time.
“Boromir!”
“Merry? I am so sorry,” he answered weakly. He tried to reach for his sword to manage one last fight but the blade was quickly stepped on by a tall, dark, grinning Uruk.
Merry was grabbed again from behind. He screamed and began to struggle wilder than before. Boromir lay there helplessly, watching the Hobbit’s being carted away against their will.

Some time later, Aragorn jumped through the trees, killing the last group of Uruks and kneeling down to the remains of Boromir’s broken body.
“Boromir? Boromir!” Aragorn cried, sitting Boromir up against a tree.
“Aragorn?” He answered weakly. “They took them…took the Halflings.”
“Boromir…” Aragorn said as he reached for an arrow on Boromir’s chest to pull up.
“Leave it! Save them, Aragorn…leave me here and save them!”
“I swear on the crown of Gondor I will save them, Boromir.”
Boromir nodded wearily as Aragorn bent down and kissed his forehead.
“Boromir? Did they take all the Hobbits? Was Frodo part of it?”
But Aragorn could get no answer, Boromir faded away in his arms like a star when the sun rises.
“I swear I will find them…”

“Merry? MERRY!” Pippin screamed loudly, not knowing what serious danger he was in. He learned to quick that what was happening to him and his cousin was dead serious as a whip dug into his back. The young Hobbit screamed in pain.
He was lying down, several yards away from Merry who lay weakly and not moving. The Uruk hissed loudly and kicked Pippin’s side.
“YOU! Don’t bring attention to your pitiful little self. Hear?”
Pippin began to cry…with fear and pain. The Uruk smirked at the emotional and physical breakdown he had caused and marched away. Pippin began to shiver violently as the wound on his back seemed to overtake his whole body.
“Pip! Don’t cry!” A harsh whisper demanded. “They only enjoy seeing you pain.”
“MERRY!”
“Shush! Yes, of course its me. Can you move at all?”
“Yes…but when I do it hurts,” Pippin said, trying to roll onto his side to face Merry.
“If it hurts than don’t move! Lay still! I can manage to move a little, but not much and not far with these tight bindings.”
“Merry…I am scared. Where are you, I can’t see anything!”
“Pip, its pitch black and I am terrified too. I do wish I could see around me, but I can’t so I’ll manage…like I said before.”
“But where are you?”
“I moved a little closer to you, they can’t catch me when its dark like this. Listen, I want you to stay put, ok? I know your scared, but who wouldn’t be? SHH! Here they come.”
“You miserable little rats best not be talking! You won’t speak to one another…yes…no speech!” An Uruk who had approached them demanded furiously. He kicked Pippin in the jaw…a warning that the Uruk could break his jaw and could cause the poor youngster possibly not have the gift of speech.
Pippin gasped in pain as his teeth clamped down on his tongue and blood squirted from his lips and mouth. The Uruk stamped off.
Merry bristled with anger, but restrained himself from yelling out and getting both of them in trouble. If any one had to be kicked in the jaw, it should have been him; he started the conversation. But it was obvious they were fiery mad at Pippin for calling Merry’s name at the top of his lungs, and wouldn’t hesitate to give him more punishment than just a whip on his back.

Me: To be continued…

You: GAH!