A Little Bit of Light - A canon gap-filler with Boromir and everyone's favorite Ringbearer.

As the last embers of the fire died out, I stirred from my position on the rock I had chosen to keep watch upon. I looked up at the stars shining down on the camp. The moon was hidden behind a thick layer of clouds. Trying not to stumble in the dark, I slowly made my way over to the sleeping form of the hobbit I hoped was Frodo. Crouching down, I lightly nudged his shoulder. As he stirred and rolled over onto his back, I was glad to find that the hobbit in question was in fact Frodo. I was at once relieved that I had not awakened the wrong hobbit, for all the little ones had suffered severe lack of rest, and angry that I had to wake Frodo from what had obviously been peaceful sleep; his sleep had been troubled since we left the serenity of the Golden Wood. But now that I had woken him, I might as well tell him that it was his watch. Although myself and the other members of the Fellowship had protested profusely, he had insisted that he do his part to protect the camp. His argument had been that he would "hardly sleep anyway", and he "might as well do something productive, besides counting stars." He had been asleep, contrary to what he thought, but now he was awake and staring questioningly up at me.
"Come Frodo, it's time for your watch," I said, offering him my hand. He took it and I hauled him to his feet.
"I thought as much. Thank you for waking me. You can rest now," he said sleepily, and started towards the small wood pile at the edge of the camp, presumable to start up the fire again. I felt so ashamed that I could feel my cheeks beginning to flush.
"Wait Frodo. You could use the sleep more than I could. Let me take your watch."
He turned toward me, and I could hear the smile in his voice.
"That is very kind of you, Boromir, but I won't be able to sleep again tonight."
"Then at least let me keep you company, for I will not sleep this night either."
"If that is what you wish..." he said reluctantly, stepping to the fire and depositing his armful of twigs on the few glowing embers.
"Really, it would be better for both of us," I replied, and walked back to my rock, Frodo following behind me. As I situated myself on the rock, he climbed up beside me and directed his gaze toward the river, while I turned and watched the trees. Thus we sat for a time, until he looked upwards and let out a small sigh of contentment.
"You know," he said suddenly, "I used to dream when I was small of setting off on an adventure, like Bilbo, and returning to the Shire as a hero. And now, the adventure has come. But for me, there will be no welcome anywhere," he finished with a sigh, this time of sorrow, and I caught a gleam of gold on his chest.
"How do you do it?" I asked, suddenly seized with a desire to know how this small, frail, innocent creature could carry such a horrid burden. He sat up and looked at me.
"Do what?" he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Carry the fate of the world around your neck."
"Oh." he said, and looked angrily down at the chain around his neck.
'I would have despaired long ago, little one.' I thought, and for a moment was glad I did not have to carry it; but images of Gondor and the Neverending War soon replaced those thoughts and I once again lusted for the power to set my country free.
"I can see no hope. This quest is futile!" I said despairingly, thinking out loud. Frodo looked at me sympathetically and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"Sometimes I feel that way also, Boromir. But when the darkness tries to cover my heart, I think of what I am fighting for, and there I find my strength." he replied sadly.
"But what are we fighting for?" I asked, and thought of what Middle Earth had become. "A land devoured by war, blood, and hatred? Is that even worth risking our lives to save?"
"In the Shire, we are uneffected by the darkness in the South. Life continues on without so much as a thought about war. There is no hate, no blood, no fighting, no darkness in the Shire. Most hobbits have no idea that Sauron even exists, much less that their very lives are even in danger. And I don't want them to have to know. That is what I am fighting for. The bit of light in a whole world of darkness."
As I contemplated the hobbit's words, he fell silent. When I looked down at him a while later, I found that he had fallen asleep against my arm. As I pulled him closer and wrapped my cloak around his small body, the first light of dawn crept through the trees and reflected off the river. I heard Gimli's snoring cease, and judging by his grumblings, he was awake and fully capable of watching the camp. I leaned closer to Frodo and fell asleep to the first chirping of the birds and the cleansing rush of the Anduin.
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