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Six Days of Spooky: Day 5
A little ficlet tonight!
Silenced
by illwynd
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG
Summary: AU. In the back of Boromir's mind, something is happening...
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Somewhere, in the back of his mind, something was happening. It felt like something scuttling around in the darkness, something small that might be crushed underfoot. It made him uneasy.
He tried to remember the things that he used to do… the things that once made him happy. Food was savorless now, and wine without taste. The joy he had once had at practicing with the blade was gone, and the activity left him weary only. And the people he had liked to speak with were gone—where? He couldn’t remember, and this made the shuffling in his thought grow louder. All that was left was walking in his beloved city, so this he did. He left the Citadel, wandering on a route his feet remembered, though the city was much changed. The few huddled people that he saw seemed to cringe away and scurry out of his path like beaten dogs. At first this had alarmed him, but now he barely noticed.
How he loved his city! This was what he had fought for, gathered an army greater than any Gondor had known since the days of its ancient glory. Men had flocked to his banner, just as he had said. And the victory had come so easy he had almost doubted it, but no more: they had won finally, he was certain of it. He placed his hand on the wall. The white of the stone under his palm was stained dirty grey by the twilight shadow that lingered at all times, and something in his thought grew restless at the sight, but he shook the feeling away. The dimness was comfortable, like a darkened chamber for rest after toil. The silence was the quiet of peace. He patted the wall absently and went on his way.
Even in the darkness, he cast a long shadow on the ground behind him. It grew against his fading form, against the glint of gold that lay on the loose chain around his neck. It grew with every passing hour, finally silencing even the last desperate portion of his true thought, as it slowly, inevitably, engulfed him.
Silenced
by illwynd
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG
Summary: AU. In the back of Boromir's mind, something is happening...
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sons_of_gondorSomewhere, in the back of his mind, something was happening. It felt like something scuttling around in the darkness, something small that might be crushed underfoot. It made him uneasy.
He tried to remember the things that he used to do… the things that once made him happy. Food was savorless now, and wine without taste. The joy he had once had at practicing with the blade was gone, and the activity left him weary only. And the people he had liked to speak with were gone—where? He couldn’t remember, and this made the shuffling in his thought grow louder. All that was left was walking in his beloved city, so this he did. He left the Citadel, wandering on a route his feet remembered, though the city was much changed. The few huddled people that he saw seemed to cringe away and scurry out of his path like beaten dogs. At first this had alarmed him, but now he barely noticed.
How he loved his city! This was what he had fought for, gathered an army greater than any Gondor had known since the days of its ancient glory. Men had flocked to his banner, just as he had said. And the victory had come so easy he had almost doubted it, but no more: they had won finally, he was certain of it. He placed his hand on the wall. The white of the stone under his palm was stained dirty grey by the twilight shadow that lingered at all times, and something in his thought grew restless at the sight, but he shook the feeling away. The dimness was comfortable, like a darkened chamber for rest after toil. The silence was the quiet of peace. He patted the wall absently and went on his way.
Even in the darkness, he cast a long shadow on the ground behind him. It grew against his fading form, against the glint of gold that lay on the loose chain around his neck. It grew with every passing hour, finally silencing even the last desperate portion of his true thought, as it slowly, inevitably, engulfed him.
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At first I thought it was Zombiefied!Boromir, and that was cool (and creepy), but this is...wow. Just "wow".
*Stands and applauds your creeperifical skills*
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The silence was the quiet of peace.
K, that's creepy. Considering how much that's really probably not why it's quiet.
This is great! Great and how EVIL you are. Yay!
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Great work.
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I particularly love this bit: "the victory had come so easy he had almost doubted it." I'm sure that the part of the "old" Boromir that's still there realizes even now that there was no victory...
It's actually a very, very sad piece...
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Oh, and being inevitably engulfed. So sad. *sniff*
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