Title: Beauty and the Beast 
Author: Kame 
Author's Contact: http://www.livejournal.com/users/kame_urashima/ 
Pairing: Boromir/Lurtz (Mentions of Boromir / Aragorn, Denethor, 
Faramir) 
Rating: R, possibly NC-17 providing to mention of incest. 
Summary: Lurtz found something new to him in Boromir. 
Category: Humour, muddled up Lotr with Di*ney Princess. 
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. I'm just playing with them. No 
money made. 
Warning: Mentions of incest and non-consensual sexual situations, but 
nothing graphic. 
Authors Note: I'm not a native English speaker, so pardon me for bad 
writings. Please leave comments at my newest journal anytime, if you 
wish. 
 
 
 
 
Lurtz drew the bow irritably with his thick muscular arms. The third arrow 
aimed exactly at the middle of the brows of the human who was still 
fighting with Orcs despite having the two arrows sank deep into his body 
already. He was protecting the Halflings frantically, making the great 
Uruk-hai leader much annoyed. 

What the master Saruman said? Lurtz thought dimly. Bring the Halflings 
back. So he would. Whoever whatever on his way, he would destroy them. 
Lurtz had to make sure this arrow would slash that man into his death 
definitely. 

But when he almost let the arrow go, the man's green eyes caught his. 
Somehow they made him shiver, melting something deep down in his 
huge chest. 

Suddenly he wanted know why. He was the mighty Uruk-hai warrior, 
shouldn't be shivered in any ways. Next moment, the arrow slaughtered an 
Orc in front of the man. 

The unreasonable action of their leader made the other Orcs upset and a 
racket started. Lurtz roared to silence them and ordered to take the 
Halflings who was beginning to resist. 

When the Orcs captured them and started to move away, Lurtz walked 
slowly toward the man who was still trying to fight the Halflings back 
desperately. The green eyes were strong and sparkling bright beautifully. 
Lurtz wanted to see them more closely and properly. But the human kept 
moving pointing the sword to him even his arms and legs were not steady 
anymore. Orcs' arrows had poisons on. 

It was easy to kill him and take the eyeballs out to look. However that 
surely would ruin them. So, irritated Lurtz shoved the sword with one 
powerful strike of his huge bow that broke the Great Horn into the halves 
and threw the owner down on the ground. Then he grabbed him by the 
chest. 

The man struggled well but his eyes were losing the light. "No!" Lurtz 
shouted at the mortal. Not die yet, until he found out what bothering him. 
The great Uruk-hai tightened his grasp. 
 
 
 
 
Finally Aragorn came to the site of the fight, but there was no sign of 
Merry, Pippin or Boromir. Only Orcs' bodies and the broken Horn were 
there. 
 
 
 
 
The gentle hand kept stroking his forehead. He was very ill, but felt 
wonderful having his beautiful mother beside him. The chicken pox hit 
older strong Boromir much harder than usually fragile baby Faramir. 
Father was worried sick to gather all the healers in the Middle-earth, but 
Mother's hand made him most comfortable. 

"Mother..." whenever Boromir was about to fell asleep, he called her to try 
keeping himself awake. It was rare those days Finduilas was well enough 
to be with her children, especially Boromir. He was the heir of the 
Steward of Gondor. Denethor always kept him close to educate him. It 
was very fortunate for him she could be there at such time. He didn't want 
to miss her presence, while he was allowed to be weak and spoilt because 
of the illness since he always had to behave decently among adults. 

"Shush, Boromir. Sleep, Love." The soft voice whispered. "I promise I 
will be here when you open your eyes again." "Yes, but Mother..." 

"Boromir, sleep..." Then she started to sing the most beautiful lullaby to 
make her son forget all the pain he had. And it did. 

"The pain..." He suddenly felt violently. She was no longer there anymore. 

"Water...." Boromir muttered. But almost no sound came out from his 
mouth. He was in agony. The whole body was screaming with the burning 
pain, especially the chest ached unbearably he couldn't breath let alone 
speak. 

However a response came reasonably quick. A rough edge of a wooden 
bowl pushed to his lips while someone holding the back of his neck to 
support. Boromir took a sip of lukewarm water with a great effort and 
groaned. Even drinking water gave him a sharp pain. 

At least the water made him gain some consciousness, although he 
struggled to open his heavy eyelids. "Mother." Still half dreaming, he 
called her as a young child expecting her to keep the promise. 
So Boromir was almost choked what he saw instead of the beautiful 
mother. The Orc. The most hideous face he had ever seen was staring at 
him. It was the one trying to kill him. A split second of unconsciousness 
must have given him the sentimental dream. Reality the nightmare seemed 
far from over. 

He gasped, screamed if he could, and tried to punch it. Even he didn't have 
any weapon, he was a warrior, the Captain-General of Gondor. He 
couldn't possibly just surrender without doing anything. But he was badly 
injured and poisoned. When the Orc slammed him on the ground to avoid 
his fist, the shock made him faint again. 
 

The next time Boromir gained his consciousness, it seemed easier than 
before but only slightly though. He was still in great pain, at least not in a 
panic state. Without moving even eyelids, he tried to check his body in his 
mind. He had a high fever caused by the poison of Orc's arrows and the 
terrible wounds on the chest by them as well that seemed pulled away 
somehow but not treated properly. They were not good news, however he 
seemed survived. 

How long had he slept? Hours? Days? More like felt weeks. Boromir 
slowly opened his eyes. It seemed he was lying on soft mosses in a cave. 
He could feel the warmth of a campfire and heard the sound of whittling 
nearby. Someone was there. He cautiously turned his head a bit and 
stunned. The other side of the fire, the huge Orc was sitting and making 
arrows from woods with a sharp knife. 

What's happened? Boromir thought hastily. Merry, Pippin! Where are 
they? And where were the other Orcs vanished? It seemed only the giant 
Orc and him there. But there were no point of panic. After all, he was the 
Captain-General of Gondor, he could force himself remain calm at any 
incidents if he was awake properly. 

He looked around with a great care not drawing its attention, to find out as 
much information as he could gather. There was a rough wooden bowl, 
which maybe it made, with water in it and some berries, nuts and a dead 
rabbit directly on the ground beside Boromir, as if the Orc tried to feed 
him. Apart from those, there weren't much. He lost the sword, shield, knife 
and Horn of Gondor, virtually everything except his life. Even that seemed 
hanging at the very edge. 

Why the Orc hadn't killed him was a great mystery. He heard Orcs 
captured humans and brought along on move as a food, but it didn't seem 
the reason since Boromir couldn't move. Maybe Saruman wanted to 
torture him to death as the enemy leader killing thousands Orcs. But while 
they seemed not to be in Mordor yet, he would have a chance to escape. 
Boromir didn't want to move, so the Orc wouldn't notice him awake. But 
he was thirsty. The fever dried him up completely. The water in the rough 
bowl seemed the best nectar in the world for him at that moment. 
Couldn't resist the thirst, he quietly stretched out his arm and reached the 
bowl. However his hand was trembling by the fever and he let the bowl 
turn upside down. It made a small but enough sound. The Orc was reacted 
immediately, stood up tall behind the fire. 

It was huge, gigantic looking up from the ground. In the dark, shone by 
the flickered fire light from at his foot, he looked almost like legendry 
Barlog. Boromir shook with a fear. He had never felt vulnerable like that 
before with no weapon and strength to spare. Only his pride forced him to 
glare back the fierce beast. 

The monster stared at him and then walked toward him with long strides, 
while Boromire struggled to move back. It was an enormous task for him 
even to crawl a little bit under his awful condition. 

Boromir was ready to die always, but not without a sacrifice. He 
frantically searched something suitable for a fight. Even a humble stone 
was better than nothing as a weapon. 

But the beast seemed to have another idea than fighting. It took the bowl 
and filled with water from his skin sack, then offered it to Boromir. 
Boromir was reluctant to take it, but the Orc insisted with grunts. After 
while he accepted it and doubtfully brought near the face, it smelled clean 
enough to drink. He took a sip. It was lukewarm but not mouldy or 
poisoned. Once he started, the demand of his body took over. He drank it 
all at once and wanted more. 

The Orc must have realised his eager look for the water sack, because it 
grinned showing the yellow fangs and throw the sack to Boromir. He 
gulped the water from the sack directly. His whole body was dried up by 
the fever and poison. He physically felt the water sank deep into the flesh 
and reviving it. 

When he finished drinking, Boromir collapsed to the ground panting. He 
was too busy to take water even forgot to breathe. But he didn't forget to 
keep an eye on the Orc. It was watching him almost anxiously. 
Before long the Orc sat down nearby and tore the rabbit in half, then throw 
one piece to Boromir. "Eat." The gravelly voice said. Boromir couldn't 
move so busy to pant. The monster must have thought he didn't 
understand. It started gobbling the other half as if showing to him how to 
eat. It was disgusting the Orc ate like beasts dripping blood and crunching 
bones with the fangs. Boromir felt sick than ever. 

But he had to eat, so that he would regain the strength. He looked at 
alternative options. The nuts he didn't have energy to crack but the berries. 
Boromir took some and beginning to nibble. The berries were sweet as 
usual even picked by the Orc. Among them, he found the one Finduilas 
liked. When Boromir put it in his mouth, a tear dropped on his cheek. 
 
After while Boromir fell asleep again, his body needed rests to recover 
even though he disliked the idea having the beast around at sleep. But by 
now he was sure the Orc was ordered to keep him. What else explained its 
behaviour? So he decided to rest, recover and seek a chance. 

The third time he opened his eyes, the Orc was not there. It must have 
gone for searching water or foods. Boromir didn't know how long he was 
asleep, or the Orc had been out. However it must have been his best 
chance to escape, since it could change its mind to kill him anytime. 
Boromir forced himself to stand, although he had to crawl to the cave wall 
and lean on it, and made painful steps for the freedom. Outside of the cave 
was full of the sunlight, the trees rustled with soft wind and birds were 
singing. It was too peaceful to believe the monster out there. 

But it was. So Boromir kept walking. He had to be as far away as possible 
from there. It was great struggle because of his condition. His legs were 
not steady, the chest hurt constantly and his sight was hazy. The things he 
could do easily usually like running through the woods, was impossible 
task now. 

He stopped at a tree, breathing heavily and dripping with sweat. The 
wounds started bleeding again. His legs and arms were heavy like iron and 
head was splitting. Everything around him seemed spinning. Boromir 
wanted just to curl up and cry like a little child, but he would never give in 
the weakness. He was born and brought up to be a proud man. 

When he clenched his teeth, the terrible roar from not so far away shook 
the air. The monster must have found out Boromir's absence already. How 
far had he come? Half mile? There was nowhere to hide and seemed no 
hope. He desperately looked around and grabbed a stick knowing it would 
be useless as a weapon. 

He leaned on it and moved as quickly as he could even though it was a 
snail pace. Just he was afraid if he stopped, he would never move again. 
Then he slipped and saw the raging torrent from a sheer cliff. 

The stick fell and so he would. But a strong hand caught him and pulled 
back just in time. However it was far from a relief. How much Boromir 
wished he had been embraced by the cold water rather than angry monster. 
The ugly face was an inch away from his. The yellow eyes were flashing 
with a rage and the sharp fangs almost bit him with a yell. It squeezed 
Boromir so hard, he was losing consciousness again. Please! He thought. 
Let me die as a worrier. Not like this...  
 
 
Boromir was ending up in the same cave once more. He didn't bother 
thinking how long he was in a coma this time. He already lost a track of 
time. There were just the beast and he, left form the rest of the world. He 
was worried about everyone and Gondor, however under the 
circumstances, first priority for him must have been getting better, then the 
chance to escape would come. 

He nibbled some berries. When he woke up, there was a mountain of 
berries beside him. After while he fed up with berries and ate the leftover 
nuts cracking with a small stone since he was gaining a little bit strength 
back, then a mountain of nuts was appeared. 

The Orc neither killed him nor took him to Mordor. Boromir didn't 
understand its intention and was getting curious as he getting better. 
Nowadays the monster tied him to a rock while it was out, but it didn't 
harm him. Just looked at him, sometimes even stroked him when he 
pretended to be asleep. 

Boromir decided to do something he never thought he would. Talked to 
the Orc. He killed thousands Orcs and captured some to study, but never 
had a conversation with them, well, pleasant ones anyway. But if he could 
make it feel more comfortable with him, surely the chance to escape 
would increase. 

"What's your name?" He asked over the fire one night. The Orc stared at 
him long time. When Boromir started wondering if it didn't understand the 
language or wanted to have no chat, it answered with a gravelly voice. 

"Lurtz." So the Orc had a name. Trying to show a respect, he introduced 
himself too. "I'm Boromir, the Captain-General of Gondor." He observed 
Lurtz with anxiety. However the ugly face didn't show any emotions. 

"Boromir..." Just it murmured. 

"Who ordered to keep me?" Boromir continued. "No one." The answer 
came when the question was almost forgotten. It seemed to need a lot of 
patience having a conversation with the Orc. "Then why are you keeping 
me?" Somehow his next question made Lurtz lost. It irritably slammed a 
piece of wood into the fire. "You ask too much!" Shouted Lurtz. 

There were sparks of fire and awkward silences. Boromir regretted to start 
a conversation. But after nearly an eternity, "Your eyes..." Lurtz said 
stiffly. "I like them twinkle." 

What? Boromir thought. It liked his eyes so kept him, like children 
keeping shiny beetles. He didn't know he should be angry or laugh. But at 
least he was alive because of that, so he decided to give a better smile to 
Lurtz. " Thank you." The Orc grinned back. 
  
It was a small step, but the beginning of some kinds of relationship with 
the monster. Boromir started to talk to it. "Morning, Lurtz." "Give me 
water, please." "Thank you for the berries." Using simple wards and a lot 
of patience, as if trying to talk to a young child or tame an animal, 
although it was more likely a big vicious wolf. 

Lurtz seemed enjoying the new stimulations. Sometimes it lost tempers 
though, when Boromir talked too much which it couldn't understand. 
Day by day, Boromir's condition was getting better. The fever was gone 
and the wounds were healed. Thanked for his amazing strength. If he had 
been an ordinary parson, he would be definitely dead by then without 
proper treatments. Although he was not in a best shape, he was ready for 
the next step. Now he just needed to get his strength back and wait a 
chance to escape. Yes, he needed much more strength. 

When Boromir was tired of berries and nuts, Lurtz brought back a fawn 
and tore it to eat by itself as usual. The Orc always ate disgustingly, but 
the tender meat looked mouth watering. " Could I have some?" Boromir 
asked. "You eat animal?" Lurtz replied curiously. "Of cause, I do. I am not 
an Elf. Give me the stick." He laughed and pointed the half made arrow. 

Lurtz hesitated a little bit, but gave him it with a piece of meat. Boromir 
stuck it on the stick and roast it on the fire. The meat he hadn't had long, 
tasted good even without spices. Boromir asked more, and then realised 
Lurtz's puzzled look. "Try it." He offered roasted meat to the Orc. Lurtz 
tried it and spat out with a grunt. "Hard." It gobbled the raw meat again. 

"Why you spoil it? Much softer like this." 

Boromir smiled. "I could cook better, if I had herbs out there." As a leader 
of an army, he had leaned survival skills. He could survive alone at 
forests, snow-mountains and deserts, in fact anywhere in the world quite 
sufficiently. 

The Heir of the Steward of Gondor and the favourite son of Denethor, he 
was not spoiled as some people believed. Of cause he was a proud man 
and firm when he had to insist on his belief, so sometimes surely difficult 
to deal with, but one thing he was not was spoiled. The truth was far from 
it. Denethor had made sure bringing him up very strictly, otherwise he 
couldn't possibly be the Captain-General of Gondor. Who would follow a 
spoilt leader? 

Then Lurtz said something unbelievable. "Go and get." "What?" Boromir 
opened his eyes wide. Would it let him go outside after all that? But Lurtz 
stood up already and held up the bow to him. "You run, I kill!" It declared 
and started to walk toward the entrance of the cave. 

He wouldn't run, anyway not yet. Beside the skilful archer was keeping 
sharp eyes on him form the right next, Boromir realised he was still weak. 
After the injury and long hold-up, even walking around woods leisurely 
made him tired easily. He hadn't got enough strength to run yet. But the 
fresh air he hadn't had long time, made him feel better a lot. 

After a while, they came across a clear stream. It was a warm spring day. 
Boromir wanted to bathe eagerly at once. He had tried to keep the wound 
clean, however he couldn't take care the rest under the circumstance. 
Suddenly he felt filthy. Even he was used to outdoor lives in army, he 
liked to keep himself decent as a human. But the state he was in by then 
was almost animal like. 

"I'm having a dip." He told Lurtz. "What for?" The yellow eyes' 

sharpened. "To be clean." Boromir took all the stuffs off and went into 
water. The water was cold but refreshing. "You should try it as well, 
Lurtz, since you smell foul..." He looked back laughing, and froze. 

The arrow Lurtz drawing was exactly pointed at him. Boromir couldn't 
move. Lurtz seemed too serious. Did he offend it? Or didn't it like he had a 
bathe without its permission? Was it his illusion some kid of relationship 
was forming between them? After all, it was a just Orc? 

Thousands of thoughts went through his mind until Lurtz let the arrow go. 
"!" Boromir gasped, expecting the shock. Surely that was it this time. 
But there was no pain for him. Instead the arrow went right next to his 
cheek, and he heard a horrible roar and heavy noise from behind. The 
great Uruk-hai warrior ran there with splashes. As he turned around 
chasing it with the eyes, Boromir saw a huge stray Warg was lying dead 
half in the water with the arrow sank deep into the middle of the forehead. 
How could he not have noticed it? Boromir shivered. If not Lurtz, the 
Warg would have killed him. Boromir realised he was not fit yet at all. 
Lurtz made sure the Warg was dead then shoved away, and came back to 
Boromir. "Mine," said the Orc putting the hand on his bare chest. That left 
a black smudge of Warg's blood on the fair skin of Boromir. Lurtz noticed 
its hands were dirty and started to wash them. But Orc's skin didn't look 
clean even how long it kept washing. 

Irritably splashed water with a grunt, Lurtz went back the bank and sat 
down to watch Boromir with the eager eyes. Boromir felt uncomfortable. 
He supposed to be no care being naked in front of the Orc and anyway 
was proud of the body with hundreds old wounds from battlefields. But 
the way Lurtz looked at, was as if.... 

He decided to stop thinking about it and quickly finished his bath. 
 
 
 
 
Adding meats on the diet made Boromir recover more quickly. Even no 
salt but only herbs on them, fresh meats tasted well. Lurtz preferred raw 
though. 

Now, he really just waited a chance to escape. But the beast knew that too. 
The Orc didn't seem let the favourite toy go so easily. There was no 
weapon for him, so the chance was very slim. And the Orc seemed to need 
far less sleep than human. Boromir tried to talk a sense into Lurtz, but it 
neither understood nor cared. After all, it was in the other side of the war 
anyway. 

The tension started mount. What am I doing here when my country is in a 
great danger? Boromir was getting irritated and angry. But the monster 
just wanted to keep him. 

However one day, Lurtz seemed in the very different mood. It howled and 
howled and howled at the just outside of the cave and ran into the woods, 
coming back like wind. The Orc was enjoying something special. 

"What's happened, Lurtz?" Boromir couldn't help to ask. "The big master 
is dead! I'm free now," answered Lurtz, sounding clearer than usual. The 
big master? Thought Boromir. "Saruman?" Lurtz said, "No. His spell over 
me was broken, when I saw your eyes first time. It's Sauron this time." 

"What!" Boromir was stunned. "Sauron...dead? How do you know?" "I 
can feel it. He had strong hold on Orcs. Now he doesn't." Lurtz replied 
rather joyfully. Boromir was curious from before how anyone could 
organise selfish Orcs for battles, but then understood Sauron had a strong 
black magic on them. Lurtz said that vanished. So he must have gone. 
You did it, Frodo. Boromir cried in his mind. He almost had destroyed the 
chance to save the world, but the little one did it. He was deeply moved. 
But hearing such things made Boromir want to go back to Gondor than 
ever. He wanted to know and see what happened to his county by himself. 
He was restless than ever. Of course Lurtz was reluctant to let him go. The 
only hope was its head was clearer than before since Sauron's gone. It 
seemed to start understanding his feeling. 

Then one night, Lurtz said its prisoner hesitatingly, "You have to go, 
Boromir, don't you?" " Yes," Boromir declared eagerly. "You must let me 
go." "But I can't," cried Lurtz. "I will lose mind." 

Somehow Boromir had to convince the Orc, so he told it. "I will be back, 
once I find out everything alright, I promise." He pointed the night sky. 
"Look at that beautiful full moon, Lurtz. It will change the shape and back 
again, you know, that the time all I need. Then I will be yours forever." 
Boromir knew it was a white lie. But he believed it himself at that time. If 
he could see what happened to his beloved Gondor now, he wouldn't care 
what's going to happen to him afterwards. 

Lurtz was thinking all night. And the next morning, it told Boromir. "You 
may go." "Lurtz!" Boromir almost embraced the Uruk-hai warrior with a 
joy. "But if you not come back at the next full moon, I shall find you and 
kill you. Kill a lot of humans on the way!" Lurtz drew the sword and hold 
it up high. "I will be yours." Boromir promised anything for freedom at 
that moment. 

"Here, take it." Lurtz offered the sword. "There are thousands of Orcs lost 
the hold of Sauron out there. They are dangerous." Boromir was 
astonished, however Lurtz was right. If he went out without weapons, he 
wouldn't reach Gondor. Boromir accepted the heavy sword with a little bit 
worry." But Lurtz, you are..." " I have this. Go! Before I change my 
mind." Lurtz hold the bow as if clinging on to it and turned away from 
Boromir. "Thank you, Lurtz." Boromir showed a last respect to the great 
Uruk-hai warrior's back, and started to run. 

Boromir ran. His mind was already in Gondor. The river Anduin and the 
stars would show his way to there... 
 
 
 
 
However Boromir didn't go to Gondor straightway. He knew he would be 
in a delicate position once a king retuned. He was almost certain Aragorn 
claimed back Gondor, since Frodo succeeded the mission. Although 
Boromir was a soldier, also trained to be a good politician for all his life 
under the one of best Stewards of Gondor. So he could see it. 

As the Steward and the heir, Denethor and Boromir had made sure they 
had a very strong hold on the court of Minas Tirith to rule the great 
country without a king. But that meant they would get in the way of the 
new king. Some people might use them against the new ruler. That was 
not his intention. 

Sure, Boromir was shocked by the identity of Aragorn at first, but soon 
realised he would be a great king while travelling with him. Otherwise he 
didn't ask to come to the city. 

Boromir had to find out exactly what's going on now. But he was too 
famous to sneak around the city. So he went the village nearby at night, 
and visited a small cottage on the outskirt. 

"M'Lord!" A retired servant of the white tower was literally crying eyes 
out when he saw Boromir. "I've never believed you are gone, Lord 
Boromir! Never!!" "It's alright, Old Jon." Boromir comforted the old man. 
He was old from Boromir's childhood and very old now. He was always 
fond of Boromir and so Boromir him. 

At his retire, Boromir rewarded him very generously and kept contacts 
with him. Not only sentimental reasons but also he needed as much as 
spies, informers and getaways. So anyone reliable and even slightest 
possibility to be useful, he had to keep. 

Old Jon was from the traditional servants family of the white tower and 
had a lot of relatives still there. He must have known what was happening 
inside. 

"I was badly injured, and couldn't move until now. Please tell me, Old Jon, 
what you know all," asked Boromir. And then he heard about the worst 
battle ever Minas Tirith faced to, his father's bitter death, the king and the 
Elf wife, and Faramir was now with Eowyn. 

Merry, Pippin, everyone... Boromir was deeply relieved hearing all the 
fellows survived. Although it was very regrettable he couldn't be there for 
Father and Gondor at the tragedy, but at least Faramir remained. 

"Thank you, Old Jon, for gathering the information for me." Boromir 
appreciated the faithful ex-servant. "I can not reward you like before 
anymore since I am a ordinary man now. But I will never forget your 
cooperation." "Won't you return the city, m'Lord?" Old Jon cried with a 
surprise. "I don't want any reward. You did enough for me. But the dream 
of this old man is you, my Lord rule the country. Lord Boromir, you know 
Gondor better than the new king who knows where come form!" 

"Watch your mouth!" Boromir warned. "Aragorn...King Elessar is a 
rightful king, and I respect him without any doubt." "M'Lord..." Old Jon 
started to sob again, so Boromir patted his shoulder. "I have no desire to 
challenge him because strongly believe he will bring the glory back to 
Gondor. I'm sure you and everyone in the country will share the view with 
me soon." 

"Then, what are you going to do from now on, Lord Boromir?" After 
while, Old Jon was calm down and asked the former master. "Well, I'm 
intended to be a ranger to keep eye on the country anonymously," smiled 
Boromir. " But you are the heir of the Steward!" He told the crying old 
man, "It's Faramir, the Steward of Gondor now. I don't want to get in their 
way, so please do not tell anyone I was here." 

"M'Lord, that's almost cruel for Lord Faramir. How he would be delighted 
if he knew you are alive!" Boromir shook the head. "No! It's for the best. 
Promise me, Old Jon, for my sake!" The eagerness of Boromir eventually 
made him nod with a sigh. "The secret is going to the grave with me near 
future." "Don't be silly. I want you to be my friend for long time yet," 
laughed Boromir. 

"Give me the gear I left with you." Boromir was a noble man with a long 
family history in politics. He prepared for the every kind of scenarios in 
well advance. There were several points like there around the Middle-
earth he hid everything he needed for a getaway. 

"Are you going now?" The old man cried. "Please rest at least one night in 
my humble hut, Lord Boromir. Here, let me prepare hot water for you and 
trim your beard." He started to hustle Boromir like when they were used to 
be at the white tower. "I don't need to trim my beard anymore. Just cut it 
short's enough," Laughed Boromir. "But I will be thankful for hot water." 

Boromir cleaned himself with the ex-servant's help, and changed the well 
worn-out clothes to a simple dark travelling wear, then tied the rather 
getting long blond hair. When he put a black cloak on and take a sword 
and a knife, he looked a decent ranger already. 

"Oh, Lord Boromir!" wept the old man. "You are the man should be 
standing beside the king proudly with a golden emblem of Gondor on your 
chest." "Don't moan, Old Jon. Please be happy for my newly gained 
freedom," smiled Boromir. "I'm sure Aragorn...King Elessar will envy me 
in a couple of years, since the responsibility of ruling Gondor is not 
something you could take lightly." 

Old Jon insisted Boromir to rest, so he had a midnight feast and rest a bit, 
and left the cottage before the sunrise. "Please drop in again anytime, 
m'Lord. I will do anything for you. But don't make me wait too long, since 
I don't have much time left." "Thank you, Old Jon. I will show you my 
face soon. Take care yourself for me." The tearful old man was looking at 
the back of his Lord forever at his doorstep. 

 
 
 
 
Boromir went to the hill nearby Minas Tirith, and saw Tower of Ectherion 
shining in the rising sun. It was a beautiful sight he would never forget. 
Farewell, my country, my city, my home. He cried in his mind. I will be 
back someday, but not now, not yet. My return will be after long time. 
However at least he knew she was safe in King Elessar's hand. One regret 
was he couldn't tell Aragorn that he accepted him as a king. But Boromir 
was almost certain Aragorn knew his feeling after the passionate night at 
Lothlorien. 

You will be a great king ever, Aragorn, having the wise Elf queen. He 
cheered them from far away, thinking about his family's tragedy started 
when Denethor and Finduilas fell in love each other. 

Despite people believed Denethor took an advantage on young maiden, 
they were deeply in love. Finduilas respected the intelligence of her 
husband dearly, and Denethor cherished the innocence of the young wife. 
Boromir remembered the happy time his parents had. Father was ever so 
gentle, and Mother was brightly beautiful. They were so happy together. 
But the threat of Mordor started creeping into their life. Finduilas was not 
the first lady who fit at wartime, since she was so naive and weak. Being 
wise and seeing the dreams, Denethor knew the war was coming and he 
shouldn't have married her. But once in his life, he let himself follow the 
heart. He possibly couldn't have made beloved Finduilas cry marrying 
other lady for the political reasons. 

It was beginning of the tragedy. The threat getting serious, Finduilas was 
losing her health worrying about her beloved husband and sons' lives. And 
one day, she couldn't take anymore and left, leaving Denethor to 
desperation. Only Boromir knew how desperate Father was, otherwise 
Denethor didn't make mistakes with the elder son when he looked most 
like the mother at his early teens. 

One night, Boromir woke up in the dark and found Denethor was staring 
down at him with tears on his cheeks. Father was not himself. He grabbed 
the son and... No! It was forgiven. He just lost his mind at that moment 
because he loved Mother so much. Boromir shut out the bitter memories 
from his mind. 

Denethor blamed young Faramir for her death since she fell in ill after the 
birth and he couldn't love him. It was a most stupid thing the wise man 
did. But love could make anyone blind. Boromir thought Denethor 
actually hated himself because he couldn't save her. He was just looking 
himself in the young son since Faramir was more like the father inherited 
the appearance and ability of dreaming. 

Poor Faramir, he couldn't get the rightful love from parents as a child, 
turned to the brother who was the only one gave him an attention and 
desperately clung to him. After Denethor, the ordeal with Faramir was 
waited for Boromir. But he couldn't refuse the poor baby brother in 
anyways. The forbidden relationship continued until Boromir went to 
search Rivendell. 

But now... Boromir shut the eyes. Faramir had Eowyn to love and be 
loved. He finally found the right love he deserved so much. Eowyn was 
young, but a strong lady. They would be an ideal couple. Boromir was 
very happy for the young brother and didn't want to get in the way in any 
case. If Boromir turned up now, Faramir might hesitate to marry her since 
he was the one forced the elder brother into the wrong relationship. 

Faramir, do you know how glad I am you are alive and found a love? 
Boromir opened his eyes as if seeing and talking to the brother from a 
distance. It was wrong Denethor tried to take the son with him, even 
Boromir wanted to believe it was the fatherly love at the last moment. 
Boromir was sure Denethor decided to die, since he had more getaways 
than him. The wise Steward of Gondor must have known a king would 
return, his responsibility for Gondor was over and he had to be vanished to 
avoid getting in the way of the king. It was sad for Boromir losing Father 
like this way, but there was no ill feeling against anyone. Because 
Denethor was well tired waiting to join his wife and took the first 
opportunity to do so. Boromir should be happy they were resting in peace 
together. 

While Boromir was away, everything seemed to settle where should be. 
Arwen and Eowyn could support their husbands much better than 
Finduilas, not repeating the tragedy of Denethor. Now, it was his turn to 
be vanished. Even humble Old Jon thought he should be the ruler, how he 
could stay in Gondor without obstructing the new king. Boromir took a 
last good look of Minas Tirith, and turned away from her wiping the tears 
with his fist. 

Let start my first job as a ranger, He held the two hilts of the swords. One 
is his from Old Jon's place and the other was the Orc's. To kill the Orc. 
Boromir started a step toward the cave. He would give back the sword, 
challenge it and win to kill. Lurtz seemed to be tame enough to Boromir, 
but it was an Orc and unpredictable. It threatened him to kill humans 
already. Boromir felt it was his responsibility to deal with the beast. Lurtz, 
I will be back for you! Boromir told it in his mind. 

 
 
 
 
The cave Boromir was held as a prisoner looked empty. The fire was out 
and the air smelt damp and mouldy. Had the monster started a massacre 
already? Couldn't it wait his return? Boromir rushed to the inside. "Lurtz!" 
echoed his voice loudly. 

Getting used to the darkness, Boromir saw something moved at the very 
end of the cave. "Boromir, you came back..." It was a painful whisper. The 
ranger found the Orc was curling up there. "What's happened, Lurtz? Are 
you injured?" He couldn't help worrying it. The beast seemed so weak. 

"No, but I'm dying," Lurtz struggled pushing out the words beneath the 
heavy breathes. "Are you ill?" Boromir was wondering if Orcs ever had 
illnesses. "Maybe. I thought I would never see you again. Then the pain 
started mount inside here." Lurtz pointed the huge chest. "I couldn't eat or 
rest... I think I will die soon." The yellow eyes were filled with tears. 

"I told you I would be back, Lurtz." Boromir felt pity for it. He didn't want 
to end with the Orc like this. He wanted to give the Uruk-hai warrior a 
respectable death. But there was no choice. He drew the sword. "Here, Let 
me have the honour to give you a rest." 

"I know you came back to kill me." Lurtz grinned sadly. "And I am 
honoured by accepting it. But could you take one last wish I have, 
Boromir?" " Of course, Lurtz." Boromir was so moved by the brave 
warrior and prepared to do anything he could for the last wish. 

"Thank you." Lurtz cried. "Then, Boromir... Let me touch you, feel you, 
and fill you..." Boromir opened his eyes wide. He was not that innocent if 
he couldn't understand what the beast was talking about. Lurtz wanted 
Boromir. 

In fact, he had known the monster's desire for ages. Just he didn't want to 
admit it. It was so creepy to be a sexual object of the ugly Orc. Could he 
go through that even it was the last wish? "If I touch you once, only once, 
I can die without any regret and with a beautiful memory in my heart," But 
Lurtz continued to beg. How Boromir could refuse the dying beast's wish. 
He got too much respect for the Uruk-hai warrior. And he was the man to 
keep his words. 

Boromir took his clothes and stood naked in front of the Orc. "Very well, 
Lurtz. Take me." Lurtz crawled at his feet and looked up with the tearful 
eyes. " You are so beautiful, Boromir!" The beast held Boromir standing 
up on its knees. "I'm not that beautiful. You don't know Elves." Boromir 
told the Orc stroking the tangled dark hair gently. Protecting vulnerable 
was his nature. That was the reason he could have never refused young 
Faramir or Hobbits. "I killed several Elves." Well, Lurtz was not exactly 
vulnerable but he was ill at the moment. "They are cold, but you are 
warm." Lurtz rubbed the cheek on his stomach and sniffed. "You smell 
like sunshine." 

They lay on the soft bed of the moss. Lurtz was trying to be gentle, but its 
sharp fangs and claws were not made for making love, and keeping 
Boromir hurt unintentionally. Even its skin was too rough to rub against 
humans'. After making Boromir groan painfully for a while, Lurtz realised 
it and started to use just the tongue that was an only organ not to hurt him. 
The long thick slimy tongue wandered all over Boromir. It was not 
something he could enjoy. His body didn't react at all. Even it came to his 
manhood. But when Lurtz held his hip, split the legs wide and started to 
lick the tight opening, Boromir couldn't help writhing. It crept into the 
inside of him and wiggled like a snake. The tongue was so long to reach 
the sweet spot and touched there over and over again making Boromir 
groan with pleasure. 

"Lurtz, please!" His toes were fidgeting in the air. Boromir begged to 
finish the soft torture and wanted to be filled. "I'm huge..." Lurtz hesitated. 

"Come slowly." Boromir encouraged. At least, its member looked much 
smoother surface than the rest of its body. 

Lurtz started carefully pushing itself into Boromir. It was certainly huge, 
hard and rough like a rock. They had to stop several times to rest and give 
Boromir's body to adjust. When finally the whole was in Boromir, Lurtz 
cried. "I'm melting. You are so hot, Boromir!" 

"You are burning me from inside, Lurtz." Boromir cried back as he was 
filled more than completely. He was dripping with sweat, even couldn't 
breath properly. But when Lurtz started thrusting cautiously, soon 
Boromir was moaning uncontrollably. "Oh, Lurtz! Yes, yes!! More, 
harder... O, please!!!" Once his body accepted it, the pleasure was 
unbelievable. 

It came deep where nobody had ever reached and the hard rough surface 
rubbed the exact spot where made Boromir's back arch sharply. "Boromir, 
Boromir!" Lurtz called him at every stroke with tearful voice. Lurtz... 
Boromir was touched greatly by the beast. HE really loved him. 

The thrusts getting harder and faster, Boromir forgot how ugly creature the 
Orc was. Finally he could see the pure heart beneath the hideous 
appearance. Boromir was filled with love, the love for the world. If Orcs 
could learn to love, what a beautiful place the world was. 

Boromir would never forget the Orc who loved him. Lurtz were going to 
live in his soul as Boromir promised he would be his forever before, even 
he would have to kill him... When they were coming to climax together, 
Boromir embraced Lurtz and whispered, "I love you, Lurtz." It was more 
like friendship than actual love, but he wanted to give the beast best 
farewell. At that moment, the Orc's body began to glow. 

It glowed and glowed, brighter and brighter. Lurtz screamed painfully and 
writhed away from Boromir. "Lurtz!" Boromir tried to help, but now the 
bright light holding the beast was too strong he couldn't even keep the 
eyes open. "Lurtz, Lurtz!" called Boromir helplessly. 

At last the light started ease off, there was no agonized roar of the beast 
anymore. Boromir stared there with the fear the monster was dead. 

"Lurtz?" But when he called him timidly, something moved where the 
beast was supposed to be. 

Someone was crouching there. Boromir could see the fair back of his 
panting. "Lurtz?" The moment he called curiously, a last light of the 
sunset shone on him through the entrance of the cave and he stood up 
turning to Boromir. 

"Boromir!" cried the clear deep voice. Boromir opened his eyes round 
with astonishment. There stood an Elf, a beautiful male Elf. He was tall, 
firm, and very fair. The skin was white as snow and smooth as silk. The 
long raven black hair hung straight shining like satin. The handsome face 
was as if made by a most skilful sculptor. The violet eyes were bright, yet 
so gentle. 

Boromir hadn't known any Elves until recently, however he was a 
definitely most beautiful Elf he ever seen. He thought him fairer than 
snobbish Elrond. But where was his beast? 

"It's me, Boromir. Your Lurtz!" cried the Elf. "Lurtz? No..." Boromir 
murmured as if lost any emotion. His Lurtz was an ugly Orc not a 
beautiful Elf. "But I am! What's happened to me?" He was looking down 
his hands and body confusedly. 

If Orcs were made from Elves, would they turn back to Elves? Boromir 
thought. Is it a miracle of love? He didn't have answers. 

"You don't like me anymore, Boromir?" asked Lurtz almost crying, 
realising Boromir's puzzled look. Boromir was thinking for a while. He 
never fancied Elves. Well, he hadn't had exactly good relationship with 
them from the little experience he had, considering the encounters with 
Elrond, Legolas and Galadriel. And they were too perfect to be attractive 
for humble humans. They were almost just dolls like for Boromir as if 
having thousands years of lives made them lose any feeling or passions. 

And Boromir was a man no interest in dolls. 

But the Elf in front of him was different. He looked like a lost child. 
According to Lurtz, he was less than one year old anyway even he was an 
evil magical creature. However why he had to change into something 
beautiful now, Boromir finally got over the ugliness of the beast, and 
could see through the pure heart of him at last. He had a confidence to like 
him without the Elf look. 

"Boromir..." Lurtz started weeping, getting no reply from beloved 
Gondorian. "Come here." Having a protective nature, Boromir instantly 
gave up thinking, and stood up with a smile. "Look at you!" He patted the 
broad shoulders of the Elf with his hands. "Don't cry, Lurtz. You are 
beautiful. Who wouldn't like you?" And kissed him very first time. There 
were no fangs to get in their way. Lurtz didn't stink anymore. He smelt 
like fresh morning field and the mouth tasted like the spring fountain. 

"Boromir..." When the kiss was broken finally, Lurtz smiled dreamily. 
The face was so beautiful and bright, but Boromir knew he was his beast 
inside. Suddenly the appearance was not important anymore. Boromir was 
very glad anyway he didn't need kill him now, because he was an Elf not 
an Orc, well, at least outside. Just in case he needed to keep eye on him 
from now on. 

"Lurtz, would you help my new lifework as a ranger?" asked Boromir. 

"Yes! I'll be with you forever. You are mine now, you said so before." 

Lurtz held Boromir tight with his fine muscular arms. There were no 
claws to hurt anyone anymore. 

They smiled each other and kissed once more. 
 
 
 
 
Once upon a time, there was a blond ranger with a beautiful Elf, who 
helped people from evils. It was a long long time ago, when the legendary 
High King Elessar ruled Arnor and Gondor peacefully. 
The End. 
 
 
 
 
Well, it was a Boromir-Belle's story. 
What's next... 
‡@ Sleeping 100 years? No problem. Beautiful blonde and dark eyebrows 
look alike, Legolas the Princess Aurora. 
‡A Kicked out from the castle by the cold mother in law Elrond, dark 
wavy haired dainty Snow White-Aragorn wandered in woods and met 
some Little folks. Who would kiss him to wake up? Perhaps, Prince 
Arwen? 
‡B The horrible mother Denethor hated poor Cinderella-Faramir so much, 
didn't allow him to go to Elrond's ball with the big sister Boromir. But in 
the end, he was the one standing next to Prince Charming-Aragorn. 
Which would you like to read? (Non, I guess...)