he wouldnвЂ™t-.вЂќ you sighed as you felt tears build up in the corners of your eyes, your gaze turning from Boromir as you closed your eyes.

I only wish I could have helped him against the Balrog, maybe with my powers combined with his we. saw him as a sort of father, I thinkвЂ¦ he raised me, took care of me, took me on his travels, taught me everything I know, but I never believed I would succeed himвЂ¦ we are both immortal, orвЂ¦ wereвЂ¦ so I always imagined it would be him and I forever, as childish as it seems. In a short time I was able to travel with him, learn from himвЂ¦ I. I grew quickly, by the time I should have been one year, I was more like five. I was created as a childвЂ¦ Gandalf raised me as his own. And, GandalfвЂ¦ IвЂ™m sorry for your lossвЂ¦вЂќ you listened, eyes on the grass in front of your feet, after a while you turned and looked at him вЂњIвЂ™m an Istari, a spirit, but for some reason I. forgive me, I assumed you were incapable of protecting yourself and I was wrong, IвЂ™m sorry. You felt someone sit besides you, but it wasnвЂ™t who you expected, the red haired man, Boromir, was sitting beside you with a sad look on his face вЂњin the minesвЂ¦ I. You sat down on the soft grass, watching the trees surrounding you, the trees of LothlГіrien had always amazed you, even when you were younger. When you reached the others, you gently smiled at the Hobbits, giving Frodo a warm smile, one he returned, but it held the same sadness yours did. вЂњThank you, My Lady, I hope that when this is all over, I can grieve him properlyвЂќ Galadriel gave you a small nod, gently cupping your cheek before letting you go join the rest of the Fellowship, your eyes less dim, a small, barely there spark having been lit in your eyes. You knew it was Galadriel using a small amount of her power to keep you going, and you were thankful for it, it gave you a tiny amount of hope that everything would be alright, and that was all you needed to keep going. You kept your eyes on the ground as Galadriel approached you, gently placing her hand under your chin, lifting your eyes to meet her own вЂњNeth er(Young one), I can see the grief in your eyes, but you must remember, he was, and always will, be proud of you.вЂќ you closed your eyes at her words, feeling a tear roll down your cheek as you tried to keep your composure вЂњMy Lady Galadriel, thank you, but it is not my doubt that he would be proud of me, it is that I will never hear it from him againвЂќ you opened your eyes and saw a sad smile on her lips, she leaned down and gently kissed your forehead, and you felt a power run through you, like embers being stirred alive, brought to flames.

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