Such a lovely, lovely tale, Alex. The way you write Boromir, so young and yet so full of worry, also so determind to take care of his brother.
Better he dies than you, brother. And still Boromi=r is willing to send out Faramir alone.
He began to hum an air, something soft and melancholy his mother had sung when the snows blanketed the fields and the nights grew long. He had no voice for singing, but the man seemed soothed, though still he clung to Boromir’s hand. Beautiful.
He inspected the stranger’s still, white face. He was not, Boromir decided, unpleasant to behold. Certainly not.
So good that they manage to get Aragorn to Minas Tirith and Boirom ir visiting him. Also such a shame that He has to leave in the night to avoid a meeting with Denethor. Then that wonderful ending, meeting again and Aragorn saving Boromir this time. So very beautifully written, alex, wonderful.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2012-01-02 09:00 am (UTC)Better he dies than you, brother. And still Boromi=r is willing to send out Faramir alone.
He began to hum an air, something soft and melancholy his mother had sung when the snows blanketed the fields and the nights grew long. He had no voice for singing, but the man seemed soothed, though still he clung to Boromir’s hand. Beautiful.
He inspected the stranger’s still, white face. He was not, Boromir decided, unpleasant to behold. Certainly not.
So good that they manage to get Aragorn to Minas Tirith and Boirom ir visiting him. Also such a shame that He has to leave in the night to avoid a meeting with Denethor. Then that wonderful ending, meeting again and Aragorn saving Boromir this time. So very beautifully written, alex, wonderful.