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Summary:

hamartia : the character flaw or error of a tragic hero that leads to his downfall

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hamartia : the character flaw or error of a tragic hero that leads to his downfall

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The arrows come in droves. Faster. Faster. He looks back at the hobbits, so small. He feels the guilt in his chest. He must defend them.

 

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The ring gleams on it’s chain. Boromir feels the burden of his people. They die whilst he does nothing.



He lunges for the jewelry.

 

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The first arrow hits his back. He grunts. And continues to fight.

 

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He sits at the counsel, surrounded by Races he has never seen, people he has never known. He thinks of Faramir. He thinks of home.

 

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He drops the shards of Narsil. It cuts his hand. He wonders if that is a sign of something.

 

He leaves the shard on the ground.

 

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The second arrow hits his chest with a thump. He can feel it in his breast.

 

He does not stop fighting.

 

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He watches Gandalf fall into the black depths of Moria. They will not make it if they stay here.

 

He grabs Frodo and runs far.

 

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He clutches the hobbits close. The snow bites at his ears. They will not survive if they continue.

 

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The third arrow strikes. His breathing starts to slow. He doesn’t stop.

 

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He rushes forward in a blind rage. The Ring belongs to Minas Tirith! It belongs to his people! Boromir grabs at nothing and lets out a howl. His knees crush the dry leaves.

 

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He looks into Galadriel’s eyes and knows she can see his fear. He tries to match her gaze. He looks away.

 

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When he reaches into the snow his hands become cold. But the Ring is warm. He only hesitates a second before giving it back.

 

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He looks into the sky and realizes what he’s done. Frodo! He cries out. Come back! He sinks to his knees and regrets.

 

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His vision blurs.

 

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Aragorn clasps his hand, but already the warmth is fading. He tries to tell him everything.

 

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He feels the arrows in his skin and thinks about home.

 

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The Uruk-hai ignore him.

 

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He stares blankly at the ground. He can hear the hobbits screaming.

 

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My Brother.

 

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He rushes forward, his sword is raised. The hobbits must be defended.

 

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My Captain.

 

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The Horn shakes the very ground he stands upon. Help will come.

 

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The sun shines and the leaves rustle.

 

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My King.

 

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Boromir is content.

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