Jealousy?s poison

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He grabbed the sword forcefully from its sheath almost forcing hilt and blade to part company but the sword was made true and so Boromir turned and faced the ranger now sleeping at his feet. ?This day Aragorn everything you are, everything you aspire to be will be taken from you and I am the one who will do it.? He kicked out at Aragorn the satisfying crunch of a rib beneath his foot fuelling the hatred already at boiling point in his breast. ? Get up you mangy coward lest you feel that you could not defeat me!? The sleeping form moaned once, twice a third time and then sprang to his feet lightly as if nothing had happened. He eyed the Gondorian from head to foot from the blazing malevolence in his eyes to the knuckles strained white on the hilt of the sword he had one word to say. ?Why? Why Boromir? I have done everything in my power to aide you and this quest.? It took the furious Gondorian a few moments to answer in these moments he did two things. One was to spit fully in the face of Aragorn and the other was to drive his sword into his leg seeking the force and power in those tense muscles, which began to leak their blood onto the soft grass. ?If you do not know Aragorn then you are a bigger fool than I ever took you for. If only your precious father could see you now.? Boromir?s venomous tone changed mockingly at the mention of Argorn?s father.
This was the last straw for the ranger for although he could not remember his father he knew he was a valorous man who put his fellows before himself. Aragorn lunged knocking the sword from Boromir?s hand and locking his fist against the jaw of Boromir. ?Don?t. EVER speak of my father in that way again or it shall not be my blood spilt!!? His voice was black and threatening and for a second Boromir believed that the ranger would carry out his threat but then he remembered the only weapon that Aragorn carried was the shards of Narsil. Boromir bowed his head a moment before bursting into a peal of malicious laughter that echoed around the campsite disturbing the silent slumber of the halflings and causing the elf to emit an eerie squeal which was not unlike that of the Ulari (Nazgul). Aragorn pressed his fingers deeper into the grove under Boromir?s neck; forcing the man to draw his breath in short painful gasps. ?You will never be the king. Gondor needs no king.? He jammed his jaw down unhooking the calloused fingers from their deathly hold around his throat. ? Now who?s the best fighter?” The Gondorian launched his whole weight on the slight frame of the ranger, slamming him into the ground.
Aragorn forcefully knocked into the ground his head cracked off the boulders that ringed the long dead campfire. The night closed in around him and he felt blood starting to trickle down his temple. The Gondorian lent over him leering unpleasantly his sword newly replaced in his hand. ?Boromir what have I done to deserve this?? Aragorn asked calmly though inside a dark simmering rage brewed and was suppressed by the ranger for he knew if he lost his temper that there wouldn?t be enough of Boromir to identify who he was. Finally the ranger drew his spare sword and the devilish grin on the face of the possessed man vanished. Aragorn let out a strange, almost sadistic laugh as he thrust the sword upwards. Boromir dodged it easily swinging his own sword low at Aragorn who was trying to right himself on his injured leg. The ranger supported himself on his sword, his leg convulsing dangerously beneath him all its strength staining the ground around it. He shook dangerously for a moment and almost fell but instead of collapsing he caught hold of the Evenstar and his eyes glazed over as if remembering something beyond the infinite pain that was coursing through his body. Faintly he remembered some thing he?d told Arwen: Do not fear that the night shall swallow my soul for your light will always guide me and without it I should be a lesser man. Boromir heard his fervent whispering and paused to listen before smirking widely at what he heard. He swung knocking Aragorn flying his leg crumpling beneath him. Aragorn let out an excruciating cry and fell. The man of Gondor wrenched the Evenstar from around his neck and pocketed it. ?As I said lord, everything you are and everything you aspire to be.? Boromir glared evilly down at the ranger soaked in his own flowing tides of blood. ?This is your downfall Boromir; those who forsake life?s brightness for it dimmest shall meet their end by purest light.? His voice was cracked with pain but he was still calculating Boromir?s next move. But where was he? The Gondorian warrior was nowhere to be seen, and then it happened. A splitting wrenching feeling as though someone were trying to tear his heart out and he plunged into dark oblivion the pain manifesting itself in everything that he thought. Aragorn peered upwards to see Boromir pushing his sword deep into his chest searching for his life force. The sword twisted harder and harder tangling itself in the organs and blood vessels within. Though his blood thickened eyes Aragorn could make out Boromir?s victorious smile as he twisted the sword one last time. Isildur?s heir gave a guttural groan that sent Boromir?s hand flying from the sword as he realised what he had just done. Aragorn lay in a lake of crimson flowers that bloomed more by the second his eyes were glazed and his form stiff. Aragorn was dead.
Boromir raised his head and stared unblinkingly at the stricken form that he had called to its end and for once in his life he knew that he should have stilled his sword. Another voice woke in the darkness of his tainted mind. Now he could be steward there would be no line of kings to end the rein of his family. In the darkness of the early morning he rejoiced. Isildur?s heir was dead and now he?d show them true mettle of Gondor?s warriors. A cold hand gripped his heart and he lay still uttering a shriek that only elfish ears could hear and this awoke Legolas. His eyes snapped open knowing that something was terribly wrong for once the ranger did not sit at the side of a newly kindled fire, and Boromir was not snoring. Alone these factors would be meaningless but in this situation they were not, in an instant the elf knew what had happened. Before the true dawn the whole camp was awake. Frodo and the other Hobbits were knelt in the crimson lake that surrounded their friend Strider, on which the sword marks were still fresh. No one knelt by the Gondorian, as his stench alone was overpowering not unlike that of a morgue. They buried Aragorn with the crimson sun on the very spot where he fell prone to the jealousy that his lineage endowed. The funeral was sombre with not a dry eye in the whole fellowship including the elf. When their companion had been buried Legolas went to find Boromir whose sight was more appalling than his stench. Brown mucus oozed from between his half parted lips while his face had a greenish tint and a hew of death. From his ears and nose a black substance made way into the air above and his tongue was swollen and lolling. Nobody could understand how someone could live in such a state and yet he breathed. At first no one noticed it until Pippin strangely decided to open the hand of the putrid being and inside it laid the Evenstar. The Hobbit jumped back in shock while Legolas stood by his side and gasped. In the end he spoke: ? Learn from this my friends for the poison of jealousy has done this to him. By the light of the purest star those that seek to destroy it shall perish. Even those that seem harmless may be tainted by the shadow that swirls around in fears and doubts. Look upon this my friends and know that if envy makes enemies out of your friends then to what shall it transform your enemies. Remember darkness cannot claim what the light cannot give you must disregard the shadow and let your spirit soar.? With that they left Boromir alone without even the Evenstar for company. The grief and disbelief heavy on their hearts, they continued on their now doomed quest