Mary-Sue's Survival-Training

~Chapter IV~

~A serious Talk~

Gimli-Sue could not think of having ever slept more uncomfortably than the last few hours. It was freezing cold, they still had east wind and she did not even posses a proper sleeping back. She had had the opportunity to get closer to some of the eriadorian stones.
To come to the point; she had barely slept at all, and that was exactly how she felt. No better than a few hours ago.

She had noticed how Gandalf had relieved Aragorn and how Legolas had relieved Gandalf.
All the others slept peacefully, except one; the fair son of Gondor tossed and turned but seemed unable to find sleep himself.
‘Interesting,’ the Sue pondered ‘what is Boromir thinking about? How his people fared? Maybe about the One Ring. He deemed it foolish to destroy the greatest weapon of the enemy. Boromir just does not know better. As a book-reader, I know exactly what the ring has done and would do in the future. But he does not know. He does not realise the extend of the ring’s power. He does not know hoe easily the noblest of men can be corrupted by it when he is shown his most secret wishes come true.’

Legolas rose Gimli-Sue without a word and laid down on his on bedroll. She yawned, rose and sat on the same log that Aragorn and Gandalf had occupied. It seemed as if Legolas preferred high vantage points. Some time later in her watch Boromir rose to his feet and sat down on the log beside her.

“Not being able to sleep, Master Boromir?

“No,” he replied softly “I am not. I have been thinking, master dwarf. It is a strange group of travellers out here in the wilds. Four hobbits, a dwarf, a wizard, an elf and two men walking towards their doom. I do not see how we can achieve victory by walking into his own land to destroy this little thing.”

‘Why is he telling me that? Hm, Gimli has said nothing concerning his opinion about the fate of the ring. Perhaps he wants me as an ally?...Or perhaps he just wants to befriend this poor, lonely dwarf.’

“Well,” she tried to choose her words carefully “the Dark Lord has poured all his power in this ring. As long as the ring exists, he will also. Our only choice to win this war is to destroy him.”

“And how will you know that when…nay, I say if we managed to take the ring to Orodruin…how will you know that can win this war? He has many allies and I do not think that they can be destroyed together with their master. There are thousands of evil creatures lurking around on the vast planes of Gorgoroth. Be assured that it has earned his name well.”

“Just trust me, Boromir. If the Dark Lord is destroyed, his minions will be also. Have hope, everything will be fine.”
“Fine? If you mean these words, you prove to be ignorant and understand nothing.” He began to pace.

“Many decades my people have been fighting the ever-growing shadow of the east. They died for Gondor, for they love her. Were it not for us, the shadow would have spread all over Middle-Earth. We…”

“I’ve been present at the counsel, Boromir. I know what you and Gondor have done, but the ring would not help you, for it has only the power to destroy.”

Boromir sat back down on the log and sighed heavily.

“They are my people, Gimli. They are dying n daily combat and it is not within my power to help them. I only wish to help my people, Gimli, don’t you understand that?”

“I understand fully well, but it is not the right way to do it. Leave the ring to Frodo and give your sword to Gondor. And don’t forget that you come not alone, you bring hope back with you.”

“But even the sword reforged cannot defeat the enemy alone.”

“Nay, he cannot. But is it not a sign that at the hour of dire need does the rightful king return? You should be comforted that hope is come.”

They both looked at the sleeping form of Aragorn.
There was a moment’s silence until Boromir spoke again.

“How do you know about all these things, about Aragorn?”
Gimli-Sue had to think fast. She could not tell him, he would think she was crazy. She had to make a believable story.

“When Aragorn was ten years of age, she got to know my father Gloin. The circumstances do not matter. There was a time when both me and my father and Aragorn stayed in Rivendell. My father introduced us, and we talked a lot. He is a good storyteller, when he has the mind. He taught about the last alliance between men and elves and about himself.”
Gimli-Sue prayed he would take it.

“Why did you come to me and not to Aragorn or Gandalf? I am not learned in the lore of elves and men.”

“That is the point, Gimli. They look into history, at the wrongs of men. They forget that the present is not the past. Men are not weak, they posses a lot of strength in their hearts that you all overlook so easily. Not even Aragorn, who is a man himself, does see clearly.”

Gimli-Sue began to feel uncomfortable.
“You must understand that I cannot help you because being a dwarf I am an outsider concerning the affairs of men. I just want to destroy this cursed ring and have some good fights.”

“LYER!’ it screamed in Gimli-Sue’s head. She would rather run away screaming than fight these foul creatures. But she could not possibly tell him.
‘Oh, what about: Boromir, I have to tell you something. I come from a foreign universe and have the habits of fallen into Middle-Earth with the goal to get my lust object. The problem now is that I am in Gimli’s body and I can not wield my weapons nor judge the time.’ A part of her wondered how he would react.

“So be it, it is good to know your opinion. I had not expected that you understand me or my way of thinking. Will you leave us and return to your home or stay with this strange Fellowship. We could need the axe of a dwarf. You could come to Minas Tirith and judge for yourself. Believing what one is being told is one thing, seeing it with the own eyes an entirely other.”

Silence.

“We should wake the others now. It is time that we prepare to set out again.”