Boromir sat muttering to himself, sometimes biting his nails, as if some restlessness or doubt consumed him, sometimes seizing a paddle and driving the boat close behind Aragorn's. Then Pippin, who sat in the bow looking back, caught a queer gleam in his eye, as he peered forward gazing at Frodo.
[BOOK > Description of Boromir on Anduin]

The boats were all huddled together.
"Hoy there, Aragorn!" shouted Boromir, as his boat bumped into the leader. "This is madness! We cannot dare the Rapids by night! But no boat can live in Sarn Gebir, be it night or day."
[BOOK > Boromir-Aragorn: Anduin]

"All together, paddle!" shouted Boromir. "Paddle!
Or we shall be driven on the shoals."
[BOOK > Boromir: on Anduin]

"What do you think?" asked Boromir eagerly, leaning from his boat, as if he was trying to catch a glimpse of Frodo's face.
[BOOK > Boromir-Frodo: on Anduin]

"I do not see why we should pass the Rapids or follow the River any further. If the Emyn Muil lie before us, then we can abandon these cockle-boats, and strike westward and southward, until we come to the Entwash and cross into my own land."
[BOOK > Boromir: on Anduin]

"But the Enemy holds the eastern bank, and even if you pass the Gates of Argonath and come unmolested to the Tindrock, what will you do then? Leap down the Falls and land in the marshes?"
[BOOK > Boromir-Strider: on Anduin]

Boromir held out long against this choice; but when it became plain that Frodo would follow Aragorn, wherever he went, he gave in. "It is not the way of the men of Minas Tirith to desert their friends at need, and you will need my strength, if ever you are to reach the Tindrock. To the tall isle I will go, but no further. There I shall turn to my home, alone if my help has not earned the reward of any companionship."
[BOOK > Boromir-Strider: on Anduin]

"Seldom in my life has any boat come out of the North, and the Orcs prowl on the east-shore. If you go forward, peril will grow with every mile, even if you find a path."
[BOOK > Boromir: on Anduin]

"That would not be easy, even if we were all Men."
[BOOK > Boromir: About Portage-Way]

"Well, here we are, and here we must pass another night. We need sleep, and even if Aragorn had a mind to pass the Gates of Argonath by night, we are all too tired - except, no doubt, our sturdy dwarf." Gimli made no reply: he was nodding as he sat.
[BOOK > Boromir: on Anduin]

Even Boromir bowed his head as the boats whirled by, frail and fleeting as little leaves, under the enduring shadow of the sentinels of Numenor.
[BOOK > Description of Boromir: Argonath]

Sam saw that while the others restrained themselves and did not stare at [Frodo], the eyes of Boromir followed Frodo intently, until he passed out of sight in the trees at the foot of Amon Hen.
[BOOK > Description of Boromir: Amon Hen]

[Frodo] sprang up and turned; but all that he saw to his surprise was Boromir, and his face was smiling and kind. "I was afraid for you, Frodo," he said, coming forward. "If Aragorn is right and Orcs are near, then none of us should wander alone, and you least of all: so much depends on you. And my heart too is heavy. May I stay now and talk for a while, since I have found you? It would comfort me. Where there are so many, all speech becomes a debate without end. But two together may perhaps find wisdom."
[BOOK > Boromir-Frodo: Amon Hen]

Suddenly Boromir came and sat beside him. "Are you sure that you do not suffer needlessly? I wish to help you. You need counsel in your hard choice. Will you not take mine?"
[BOOK > Boromir-Frodo: Amon Hen]

"Yet that strength [of men] has long protected you far away in your little country, though you knew it not."
[BOOK > Boromir-Frodo: Amon Hen]

"We shall fall in battle valiantly. Yet there is still
hope that they will not fail."
[BOOK > Boromir-Frodo: Amon Hen]

"Ah! The Ring!" said Boromir, his eyes lighting. "The Ring! Is it not a strange fate that we sould suffer so much fear and doubt for so small a thing? So small a thing! And I have seen it only for an instant in the House of Elrond. Could I not have sight of it again?"
[BOOK > Boromir-Frodo: Amon Hen]

Frodo looked up. His heart went suddenly cold. He caught a strange gleam in Boromir's eyes, yet his face was still kind and friendly.
[BOOK > Boromir-Frodo: Amon Hen]

"As you wish. I care not. Yet may I not even speak of it? For you seem ever to think only of its power in the hands of the Enemy: of its evil uses not of its good. The world is changing, you say. Minas Tirith will fall, if the Ring lasts. But why? Certainly, if the Ring were with the Enemy. But why, if it were with us?"
[BOOK > Boromir-Frodo: Amon Hen]

Boromir got up and walked about impatiently. "So you go on. Gandalf, Elrond - all these folk have taught you to say so. For themselves they may be right. These elves and half-elves and wizards, they would come to grief perhaps. Yet often I doubt if they are wise and not merely timid. But each to his own kind. True-hearted Men, they will not be corrupted. We of Minas Tirith have been staunch through long years of trial. We do not desire the power of wizard-lords, only strength to defend ourselves, strength in a just cause. And behold! In our need chance brings to light the Ring of Power. it is a gift, i say; a gift to the foes of Mordor. It is MAD not to use it, to use the power of the Enemy against him. The fearless, the ruthless, these alone will achieve victory. What could not a warrier do in this hour, a great leader? What could not Aragorn do? Or if he refuses, why not Boromir? The Ring would give me power of Command. How I would drive the hosts of Mordor, and all men would flock to my banner!"
[BOOK > Boromir: Amon Hen]

Boromir strode up and down, speaking ever more loudly. Almost he seemed to have forgotten Frodo, while his talk dwelt on walls and weapons, and the mustering of men; and he drew plans for great alliances and glorious victories to be; and he cast down Mordor, and became himself a mighty king, benevolent and wise. Suddenly he stopped and waved his arms. "And they tell us to throw it away! I do not say destroy it. That might be well, if reason could show any hope of doing so. It does not. The only plan that is proposed to us is that a halfling should walk blindly into Mordor and offer the Enemy every chance of recapturing it for himself. Folly!"
[BOOK > Boromir: Amon Hen]

"Surely you see it, my friend?" he said, turning now suddenly to Frodo again. "You say you are afraid. If it is so, the boldest should pardon you. But is it not really your good sense that revolts?"
[BOOK > Boromir-Frodo: Amon Hen]

"Then you will come to Minas Tirith?" cried Boromir. His eyes were shining and his face eager. But you will come, at least for a while?" Boromir persisted. "My city is not far now; and it is little further from there to Mordor than from here. We have been long in the wilderness, and you need news of what the Enemy is doing before you make a move. Come with me, Frodo. You need rest before your venture, if go you must." He laid his hand on the hobbit's shoulder in friendly fashion; but Frodo felt the hand trembling with suppressed excitement. [Frodo] stepped quickly away and eyed with alarm the tall Man, nearly twice his height and many times his match in strength.
[BOOK > Boromir-Frodo: Amon Hen]

"Why are you so unfriendly? I am a true man, neither thief nor tracker. I need your Ring: that you know now; but I give you my word that I do not desire to keep it. Will you not at least let me make trial of my plan? Lend me the Ring!"
[BOOK > Boromir-Frodo: Amon Hen]

"It is by our own folly that the Enemy will defeat us! How it angers me! Fool! Obstinate fool! Running wilfully to death and ruining our cause. If any mortals have claim to the Ring, it is the men of Numenor, and not Halflings. It is not yours save by unhappy chance. It might have been mine. It should be mine. Give it to me!!!!"
[BOOK > Boromir-Frodo: Amon Hen]

"Come, come my friend!" said Boromir in a softer voice. "Why get rid of it? Why not be free of your doubt and fear? You can lay the blame on me, if you will. You can say that I was too strong and took it by force. For I am too strong for you, halfling!" he cried; and suddenly he sprang over the stone and leaped at Frodo. His fair and pleasant face was hideously changed; a raging fire was in his eyes.
[BOOK > Boromir-Frodo: Amon Hen]

The Man gasped, stared for a moment amazed, and then ran wildly about, seeking here and there among the rocks and trees. "Miserable trickster!" he shouted. "Let me get my hands on you! Now I see your mind. You will take the Ring to Sauron and sell us all. You have only waited your chance to leave us in the lurch. Curse you and all halflings to death and darkness!" Then, catching his foot on a stone, he fell sprawling and lay upon his face. For a while he was as still as if his own curse had struck him down; then suddenly he wept.
[BOOK > Description of Boromir: Amon Hen]

He rose and passed his hand over his eyes, dashing away the tears. "What have I said?" he cried. "What have I done? Frodo, Frodo!" he called. "Come back! A madness took me, but it has passed. Come back!"
[BOOK > Boromir-Frodo: Amon Hen]

"Begging your pardon", said Sam. "I don't think you understand my master at all. He isn't hesitating about which way to go. Of course not! What's the good of Minas Tirith anyway? To him, I mean, begging your pardon, master Boromir," he added, and turned. It was then that they discovered that Boromir, who at first had been sitting silent on the outside of the circle, was no longer there. "Now where's he got to?" cried Sam, looking worried. "He's been a bit queer lately, to my mind. But anyway he's not in this business. He's off to his home, as he always said: and no blame to him."
[BOOK > Sam About Boromir: Amon Hen]

At that moment Boromir reappeared. He came out from the trees and walked towards them without speaking. His face looked grim and sad. He paused as if counting those that were present, and then sat down aloof, with his eyes on the ground. "Where have you been, Boromir?" asked Aragorn. "Have you seen Frodo?" Boromir hesitated for a second. "Yes, and no," he answered slowly. "Yes: I found him some way up the hill, and I spoke to him. I urged him to come to Minas Tirith and not go to the east. I grew angry and he left me. He vanished. I have never seen such a thing happen before, though I have heard of it in tales. He must have put the Ring on. I could not find him again. I thought that he would return to you." "Is that all that you have to say?" said Aragorn, looking hard and not too kindly at Boromir. "Yes. I will say no more yet."
[BOOK > Boromir: Amon Hen]

"Half an hour, maybe. Or it might be an hour. I have wandered for some time since. I do not know! I do not know!" He put his head in his hands, and sat as if bowed with grief.
[BOOK > Boromir-Strider: Amon Hen]

Fainter now, and desperately the horn was blowing. Fierce and shrill rose the yells of the Orcs, and suddenly the horn-calls ceased. A mile, maybe, from parth Galen in a little glade not fare from the lake he found Boromir. He was sitting with his back to a great tree, as if he was resting. But Aragorn saw that he was pierced with many black-feathered arrows; his sword was still in his hand, but it was broken near the hilts; his horn cloven in two was at his side. Many Orcs lay slain, piled all about him and at his fee. Aragorn knelt beside him. Boromir opened his eyes and strove to speak. At last slow words came. "I tried to take the Ring from Frodo. I am sorry, I have paid." His glance strayed to his fallen enemies; twenty at least lay there. "They are gone: the Halflings: the orcs have taken them. I think they are not dead. Orcs bound them." He paused and his eyes closed wearily. After a moment he spoke again. "Farewell, Aragorn! Go to Minas Tirith and save my people! I have failed!" "NO!" said Aragorn, taking his hand and kissing his brow. "You have conquered. Few have gained such a victory. Be at peace! Minas Tirith shall not fail!" Boromir smiled, but did not speak again. Aragorn knelt for a while, bent with weeping, still clasping Boromir's hand. So it was that Legolas and Gimli found him.
[BOOK-TTT-Boromir-Strider: Amon Hen]

Upon [a] rough bier they carried the body of their companion to the shore, together with such trophies of his last battle as they chose to send forth with him. It was only a short way, yet they found it no easy task, for Boromir was a man both tall and strong...Now they laid Boromir in the middle of the boat that was to bear him away. The grey hood and elven-cloak they folded and placed beneath his head. They combed his long dark hair and arrayed it upon his shoulders. The golden belt of Lorien gleamed about his waist. His helm they set beside him, and across his lap they laid the cloven horn and the hilts and shards of his enemies...Sorrowfully they cast loose the funeral boat: there Boromir lay, restful, peaceful, gliding upon the bosom of the flowing water...He floated by them, and slowly his boat departed, waning to a dark spot against the golden light; and then suddely it vanished. Rauros roared on unchanging. The River had taken Boromir son of Denetheor, and he was not seen again in Minas Tirith, standing as he used to stand upon the White Tower in the morning. But in Gondor in after-days it long was said that the elven-boat rode the falls...and bore him down out into the Great Sea at night under the stars.
[BOOK-TTT-Description of Boromir: Amon Hen]

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"None of us should wander alone, you least of all. So much depends upon you. I know why you seek solitude.. You suffer...I see it day by day. But are you sure that you don't suffer needlessly? There are other ways Frodo...other paths that we might take!"
[MOVIE > Boromir-Frodo: Amon Hen]

"Warning? Against what? We are all afraid, Frodo. But to let that fear drive us to destroy what hope we have...do you not see? It is madness!"
[MOVIE > Boromir-Frodo: Amon Hen]

"All I wish is for the strength to defend my PEOPLE!" Boromir flung down the wood he had been gathering, and began to stride towards Frodo. "If you could but lend me the Ring? Why do you recoil? I am no thief. "
[MOVIE > Boromir-Frodo: Amon Hen]

"What chance do you think you have? They will find you! They will take the Ring...and you will BEG for death before the end! You FOOL! It is not yours save by unhappy chance! It might have been mine...it SHOULD be mine...GIVE IT TO ME!!!!!!! GIVE ME THE RING!" Boromir leaped towards Frodo, but his hands clasped empty space. Frodo had disappeared.
[MOVIE > Boromir-Frodo: Amon Hen]

Boromir ran about searching the trees. "I see your mind! You will take the Ring to Sauron...YOU WILL BETRAY US! You go to your ruin...and the ruin of us ALL! Curse you ! Curse you and all halflings! AUGH!" Boromir caught his foot on a stone and fell sprawling on his face in the leaves. For a moment he lay still, and then he wept. "Frodo...what have I done...come back...Frodo! Frodo!"
[MOVIE > Boromir-Frodo: Amon Hen]

Merry & Pippin stood side by side as the hideous orcs surrounded them. A huge Urk-Hai lifted his mace to crush them when bounding from the trees came Boromir, who hewed the Urk-Hai with one mighty stroke. He decapitated several orcs before calling to the hobbits, "Run! Run!" The orcs came swarming towards them, and Boromir's great sword flashed in the sunlight. It was to no avail, he was hopelessly surrounded. With one arm he lifted the mighty horn of Gondor and blew a great blast upon it. But no help came. Time upon time he blew it, but the only answer was hundreds of orcs descending upon his position. Soon he was fighting for survival, as orc-arrows collided with his chest and imbeded themselves into his flesh. Soon his strength began to fail, as the black-shafted arrows struck him time and time again. Blinded by blood, sweat, and tears, he fought valiantly on, but soon he was forced to his knees. The orcs seized Merry & Pippin as Boromir finally collapsed in the midst of the orcs. Lurtz, a mightly Urk-Hai came within several feat of the great warrier, and bent his bow for the final stroke. Boromir could do nothing but glare at him under his dark brows. But at that moment, Strider broke through the company and after a mighty battle, sent Lurtz's head flying.
[MOVIE > Description of Boromir: Amon Hen]

Boromir lay with his back to a tree, arrows sticking out everywhere. His face was ashen pale, and he clasped his broken sword in his bloodstained hand. Aragorn rushed to him and knelt beside him. "They took the little ones! Frodo, where is Frodo?" "I let Frodo go..." "Then you did what I could not...I tried to take the Ring from him...Forgive me...I did not see. I have failed you all. Leave them [arrows] it is over...the world of men will fall...and all will come to darkness...my city ruined."
[MOVIE > Boromir-Strider: Amon Hen]

"Our people.....I would have followed you my brother.....my captain.......my king!"
Boromir's eyes slowly closed, as Aragorn wept beside him.
"Be at peace..son of Gondor..."
[MOVIE > Boromir-Strider: Amon Hen]

A lonely boat drifted down the Anduin. Boromir lay with his shield at his head, his sword in his hand, and his locks arrayed carefully. The boat tipped over the Falls, and made its way down the Anduin to the sea where it floats even now in the starlight.
[MOVIE > Description of Boromir: Anduin]