Oh, this is lovely! I love Aragorn's determination to honour Boromir - and what a perfect exchange when he tells dream Boromir that he will make him look like a king, and Boromir says no, make him look like a soldier, because that's what he was. That just seems so right. And while Boromir being gone always makes me sad, how wonderful that Aragorn can still see him in dreams. I'm sure they will meet again!

Such a lovely, tender fic. And the references to Aragorn being a bit of a grimy sod (and actually missing being grimy) added a great bit of humour to offset the sadness. Thanks for sharing this! :)