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illwyndI was skimming through the books the other day for a project I'm working on, and a couple of lines struck me and gave me some inspiration. So... I'm back out of hiding. *grin*
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cressida0201 for the quick beta job! So... gracias!
First Impression
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Rating: PG
Summary: A bit of what Boromir was thinking about at the Council of Elrond.
He listens as the history of his people is told by one who has lived since long before Gondor’s first days. He knows the tales, of course—he learned them at his father’s knee, well enough to recite each name in the lines of Kings and Stewards, to recall every battle fought to keep Gondor’s people safe. But to hear it told now, so far from home… his love for every inch of his land aches him terribly. When silence falls he cannot stop himself. He stands and speaks…
“Give me leave, Master Elrond, first to say more of Gondor.”
Of the Wisdom of Wizards
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Rating: PG
Summary: A bit of Boromir's thoughts on Wizards
Stories of Mithrandir’s wisdom were not uncommon in Gondor. The wizard was well-known, and although they had met only twice, Boromir had heard much more about him from Faramir. His brother’s fascination had not rubbed off on him, though; he had been more inclined to adopt their father’s distrust of the Grey Wanderer.
Now here they stood between wolves and wall, as he had feared. He was surprised to see the doors appear, glimmering faintly on the stone. But then, to learn this?
“But do not you know the words, Gandalf?”
He was surprised at the depth of his surprise.
ETA: Gosh, I forgot to say thanks to
cressida0201 for the quick beta job! So... gracias!First Impression
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Rating: PG
Summary: A bit of what Boromir was thinking about at the Council of Elrond.
He listens as the history of his people is told by one who has lived since long before Gondor’s first days. He knows the tales, of course—he learned them at his father’s knee, well enough to recite each name in the lines of Kings and Stewards, to recall every battle fought to keep Gondor’s people safe. But to hear it told now, so far from home… his love for every inch of his land aches him terribly. When silence falls he cannot stop himself. He stands and speaks…
“Give me leave, Master Elrond, first to say more of Gondor.”
Of the Wisdom of Wizards
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Rating: PG
Summary: A bit of Boromir's thoughts on Wizards
Stories of Mithrandir’s wisdom were not uncommon in Gondor. The wizard was well-known, and although they had met only twice, Boromir had heard much more about him from Faramir. His brother’s fascination had not rubbed off on him, though; he had been more inclined to adopt their father’s distrust of the Grey Wanderer.
Now here they stood between wolves and wall, as he had feared. He was surprised to see the doors appear, glimmering faintly on the stone. But then, to learn this?
“But do not you know the words, Gandalf?”
He was surprised at the depth of his surprise.
