Each Moment, Without End
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illwyndTitle: Each Moment, Without End
By illwynd
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Rating: PG-ish
Characters: Boromir, others
Summary: 50 moments from Boromir's life, each in one sentence.
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1character, theme set delta.
01. Blend
He had always wondered just how it was that the City shone so brightly, newly white in the distance; when you stood in it, you could see the traces of old soot and dust that were ground into the stone, the marks of venerable history.
02. Stain
Long ago he had overheard a laundress complaining of how hard it was to remove the stains of blood on soldier’s clothes, and he thought grimly of that as he picked at black flecks and sent them shivering away on the wind.
03. Island
After the bridge came down most of the stones were swallowed by the River, but a few were piled high, appearing to his weary eyes as an island in the water, a dark silhouette reminiscent of old ruin…
04. Apple
A summer apple could not rival those that came from the City’s stores in winter, he thought, for in the cold they were sweet, soft, wrinkled, and tasted of sunlight and warmth.
05. Paper
The letter was worn, creased, and often-refolded, kept safe in his pocket—it bore his brother’s admonition that he be careful.
06. Relax
The wine went untouched though his fingers clutched the cup until his knuckles were white: how could he relax, even here, with the riddle answered in such a way?
07. Leaves
He could not deny that Ithilien was beautiful in the autumn, for the colors of the trees hid the drear shadow behind them.
08. Proof
What good was speculation about whether it could be wielded, he wondered, when proof could be had with only a twitch of the finger?
09. Ugly
It turned his stomach: Orcs had camped here, leaving behind trampled mud, ruined greenery, and filth, marring the fairness of his land.
10. Book
He made his excuses and left Faramir alone in the archives as soon as he could—it was not that he disliked the books or the quiet, but merely that the dust made him sneeze.
11. Brood
When the hobbits told him, at great length, about their Shire and all their relations (siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, and on for as long as you cared to listen), he would find himself thinking back to his younger days, and wondering what it might have been like to grow up so: his world had been vast in comparison, yet somehow… so much smaller.
12. Mesh
Blue and silver—colors of Dol Amroth—glinted in the sun as the fishers drew in the net; at the sight, he knew the sea his mother had so loved was in his blood also.
13. Soft
Holding the end of the bracing bandage with his teeth, he secured it around his wrist, frowning—today’s lesson had apparently been that even practice swords are not soft.
14. Shelf
It was useless to hide sweets on the high shelves, as everyone who dealt with the brothers learned quickly, for from Boromir’s shoulders, Faramir could see them… and reach them.
15. Alone
It was several minutes before Aragorn’s footsteps rustled nearby, and in those minutes of terrible pain he was alone with dark thoughts and the distant sound of rushing water.
16. Fall
His little brother’s cry brought him running, his scraped knee and sobs wrenched him into action, and he kissed the hurt until Faramir again smiled.
17. Knot
When his mother perished, he had wept silently; a knot in his throat held back the wail that would have torn him in two.
18. Crowd
There was something restful about the commotion of the City’s market, he thought; give me a good bit of noise, and people everywhere, to remind me of what I forget out there.
19. Denial
Even he could not have told you of what he thought as they floated down the Anduin, but his chewed fingertips might have given a guess.
20. Train
Soft warm bread with butter—he spared only a moment to pity any army that fought too far from home to enjoy these simple comforts.
21. Fur
The dwarf had called this mountain cruel, and that he well believed as the storm loosed about them—he pulled his fur-lined cloak tight around himself, hefted his bundled wood higher, and hoped the mountain would not prove crueler this night than the company could survive.
22. Chrome
He had fallen in love immediately and fully: the gleam of the edge, the strength of the blade… and he dreamed of when it would be his.
23. Heart
“As Minas Tirith is the heart of Gondor, he is the heart of the City,” he had once heard someone say of him; but, he thought, they had it quite backwards.
24. Intention
He had never intended this, he thought as he stumbled among the trees, yet his intention mattered very little, and did not lessen his guilt.
25. Push
When he led, his men found that they could believe in victory, and when his voice called to them in battle, they could not but answer.
26. Look
Home at last after his first battle, he embellished the tale, drawing out the suspense and keeping silent on the parts that he himself shuddered to remember—though those seemed fewer now that Faramir was beside him, looking at him with awe.
27. Weight
When he was young, he had known not why his father was so weary at day’s end, nor why the years seemed to sit so heavily upon him: not until he felt that weight himself did he truly understand.
28. Spider
A shiver that made him think of cobwebs on his skin, and his pounding heart seemed to shake his whole frame as he pulled himself from the dream: now he knew what Faramir had meant; now he felt it also.
29. Robe
With the serious air that he has adopted in imitation, he walks behind his father when the door is opened for them, and, peering from behind his robe, sees for the first time his baby brother in his mother’s arms.
30. Umbrella
Under a low shrub in the gardens they hid from the rain and from their caretakers, who would certainly not be pleased to find the brothers, muddied but gleeful, making of the ground under the dripping leaves a whole land, the home and pride of their small toy soldiers.
31. Surface
It was a memory out of time—his mother running her fingers through the seawater, smiling.
32. Idea
He stepped forward when Denethor started to scold them both: “I’m sorry, Father—‘twas my idea.”
33. Diamond
The gaze of the Lady of the Galadrim was cold, it seemed to him, and the touch of her thought was hard and sharp, a diamond with which to cut any lesser substance.
34. Blind
Even before it was in sight, he had thought badly of passing through the blind dark of Moria, and now that they were near he liked it even less… but, of course, no one paid any heed to his objections.
35. Flow
The River carried him, and he lay as if in sleep, lulled by the slow current and the sudden spring-scented breeze that ruffled his hair, on his last journey to the sea.
36. Movement
A flicker of motion out of the corner of his eye prepared him for the sudden jolt, and he turned into it—Faramir’s ranger training may have made him stealthier, but not so much that he could give Boromir a brotherly tackle all unawares.
37. More
Chided by his father’s answer, he frowned and looked away, but he had not asked out of pride; he had only wished to be more than he was.
38. Honey
Few travelers came to Minas Tirith anymore, and he regretted this deeply when he met a lone Beorning in the crowded market, selling the most delicious honey-cakes he had ever tasted.
39. Weather
The storm shifted and swelled over the land, clouds like rounded bellies sinking low, and he watched from the safety of his chambers, chin on folded arms, grateful for the respite of oncoming winter.
40. Blue
Blue faded quickly to black in the wild, and he waited out the night as alone as he had ever been, weary, trying to remember that the same stars shone over Gondor.
41. Double
The succession of blows bent him double, the unexpected pain, the blood that began to flow thick and hot, but though arrows fell in a hail he forced himself to stand again… to stand… one final time…
42. Braid
Among the Rohirrim he rode, laughing or joining in their songs of glories and valor, his hair plaited, slapping against his back in the same rhythm—had it been flaxen or gold, he might have been mistaken for one of them.
43. Thread
He walked down the hall lined with images of his ancestors, felt himself bound up in the thread of history: would someday some other Steward’s sons feel his eyes upon them?
44. Angles
At his father’s council he listened as the others spoke, their purposes colliding and their words glancing off one another—he remembered an early and misguided attempt to cut clean through the haze, and smiled ruefully at the thought.
45. Daydream
When he found the Ringbearer at last on the slopes of the hill, words and plans fell into place too easily: he’d had this dream before, and it only waited to become real.
46. Nightmare
Though once he had felt differently, when Faramir sat there with tired, glassy eyes, his sleep disturbed again by that dream, Boromir was glad that some small part of their family legacy had passed him by.
47. Honor
This one had come to his company as a young man, green as spring leaves, and now left it only a few years later, seeming much older: his body would be returned to his family with honor, and Boromir would not forget his sacrifice—nor those of too many others like him.
48. Palm
He put his hand on Pippin’s shoulder as the youngest hobbit walked beside him, talking of something pleasant and distant: he had grown very fond of him.
49. Screen
His screening force of scouts had found them and drawn them, the might of his company had caught them, and their numbers had meant nothing; and amidst the glint of swords, his eyes gleamed with a thrill of joy.
50. Warmth
“Our Boromir,” said Denethor, accepting the bundled infant from Finduilas; both smiled, he proudly, she joyfully, and that first moment of warmth was threaded throughout his young years.
By illwynd
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Rating: PG-ish
Characters: Boromir, others
Summary: 50 moments from Boromir's life, each in one sentence.
Notes: Written for
1character, theme set delta.01. Blend
He had always wondered just how it was that the City shone so brightly, newly white in the distance; when you stood in it, you could see the traces of old soot and dust that were ground into the stone, the marks of venerable history.
02. Stain
Long ago he had overheard a laundress complaining of how hard it was to remove the stains of blood on soldier’s clothes, and he thought grimly of that as he picked at black flecks and sent them shivering away on the wind.
03. Island
After the bridge came down most of the stones were swallowed by the River, but a few were piled high, appearing to his weary eyes as an island in the water, a dark silhouette reminiscent of old ruin…
04. Apple
A summer apple could not rival those that came from the City’s stores in winter, he thought, for in the cold they were sweet, soft, wrinkled, and tasted of sunlight and warmth.
05. Paper
The letter was worn, creased, and often-refolded, kept safe in his pocket—it bore his brother’s admonition that he be careful.
06. Relax
The wine went untouched though his fingers clutched the cup until his knuckles were white: how could he relax, even here, with the riddle answered in such a way?
07. Leaves
He could not deny that Ithilien was beautiful in the autumn, for the colors of the trees hid the drear shadow behind them.
08. Proof
What good was speculation about whether it could be wielded, he wondered, when proof could be had with only a twitch of the finger?
09. Ugly
It turned his stomach: Orcs had camped here, leaving behind trampled mud, ruined greenery, and filth, marring the fairness of his land.
10. Book
He made his excuses and left Faramir alone in the archives as soon as he could—it was not that he disliked the books or the quiet, but merely that the dust made him sneeze.
11. Brood
When the hobbits told him, at great length, about their Shire and all their relations (siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, and on for as long as you cared to listen), he would find himself thinking back to his younger days, and wondering what it might have been like to grow up so: his world had been vast in comparison, yet somehow… so much smaller.
12. Mesh
Blue and silver—colors of Dol Amroth—glinted in the sun as the fishers drew in the net; at the sight, he knew the sea his mother had so loved was in his blood also.
13. Soft
Holding the end of the bracing bandage with his teeth, he secured it around his wrist, frowning—today’s lesson had apparently been that even practice swords are not soft.
14. Shelf
It was useless to hide sweets on the high shelves, as everyone who dealt with the brothers learned quickly, for from Boromir’s shoulders, Faramir could see them… and reach them.
15. Alone
It was several minutes before Aragorn’s footsteps rustled nearby, and in those minutes of terrible pain he was alone with dark thoughts and the distant sound of rushing water.
16. Fall
His little brother’s cry brought him running, his scraped knee and sobs wrenched him into action, and he kissed the hurt until Faramir again smiled.
17. Knot
When his mother perished, he had wept silently; a knot in his throat held back the wail that would have torn him in two.
18. Crowd
There was something restful about the commotion of the City’s market, he thought; give me a good bit of noise, and people everywhere, to remind me of what I forget out there.
19. Denial
Even he could not have told you of what he thought as they floated down the Anduin, but his chewed fingertips might have given a guess.
20. Train
Soft warm bread with butter—he spared only a moment to pity any army that fought too far from home to enjoy these simple comforts.
21. Fur
The dwarf had called this mountain cruel, and that he well believed as the storm loosed about them—he pulled his fur-lined cloak tight around himself, hefted his bundled wood higher, and hoped the mountain would not prove crueler this night than the company could survive.
22. Chrome
He had fallen in love immediately and fully: the gleam of the edge, the strength of the blade… and he dreamed of when it would be his.
23. Heart
“As Minas Tirith is the heart of Gondor, he is the heart of the City,” he had once heard someone say of him; but, he thought, they had it quite backwards.
24. Intention
He had never intended this, he thought as he stumbled among the trees, yet his intention mattered very little, and did not lessen his guilt.
25. Push
When he led, his men found that they could believe in victory, and when his voice called to them in battle, they could not but answer.
26. Look
Home at last after his first battle, he embellished the tale, drawing out the suspense and keeping silent on the parts that he himself shuddered to remember—though those seemed fewer now that Faramir was beside him, looking at him with awe.
27. Weight
When he was young, he had known not why his father was so weary at day’s end, nor why the years seemed to sit so heavily upon him: not until he felt that weight himself did he truly understand.
28. Spider
A shiver that made him think of cobwebs on his skin, and his pounding heart seemed to shake his whole frame as he pulled himself from the dream: now he knew what Faramir had meant; now he felt it also.
29. Robe
With the serious air that he has adopted in imitation, he walks behind his father when the door is opened for them, and, peering from behind his robe, sees for the first time his baby brother in his mother’s arms.
30. Umbrella
Under a low shrub in the gardens they hid from the rain and from their caretakers, who would certainly not be pleased to find the brothers, muddied but gleeful, making of the ground under the dripping leaves a whole land, the home and pride of their small toy soldiers.
31. Surface
It was a memory out of time—his mother running her fingers through the seawater, smiling.
32. Idea
He stepped forward when Denethor started to scold them both: “I’m sorry, Father—‘twas my idea.”
33. Diamond
The gaze of the Lady of the Galadrim was cold, it seemed to him, and the touch of her thought was hard and sharp, a diamond with which to cut any lesser substance.
34. Blind
Even before it was in sight, he had thought badly of passing through the blind dark of Moria, and now that they were near he liked it even less… but, of course, no one paid any heed to his objections.
35. Flow
The River carried him, and he lay as if in sleep, lulled by the slow current and the sudden spring-scented breeze that ruffled his hair, on his last journey to the sea.
36. Movement
A flicker of motion out of the corner of his eye prepared him for the sudden jolt, and he turned into it—Faramir’s ranger training may have made him stealthier, but not so much that he could give Boromir a brotherly tackle all unawares.
37. More
Chided by his father’s answer, he frowned and looked away, but he had not asked out of pride; he had only wished to be more than he was.
38. Honey
Few travelers came to Minas Tirith anymore, and he regretted this deeply when he met a lone Beorning in the crowded market, selling the most delicious honey-cakes he had ever tasted.
39. Weather
The storm shifted and swelled over the land, clouds like rounded bellies sinking low, and he watched from the safety of his chambers, chin on folded arms, grateful for the respite of oncoming winter.
40. Blue
Blue faded quickly to black in the wild, and he waited out the night as alone as he had ever been, weary, trying to remember that the same stars shone over Gondor.
41. Double
The succession of blows bent him double, the unexpected pain, the blood that began to flow thick and hot, but though arrows fell in a hail he forced himself to stand again… to stand… one final time…
42. Braid
Among the Rohirrim he rode, laughing or joining in their songs of glories and valor, his hair plaited, slapping against his back in the same rhythm—had it been flaxen or gold, he might have been mistaken for one of them.
43. Thread
He walked down the hall lined with images of his ancestors, felt himself bound up in the thread of history: would someday some other Steward’s sons feel his eyes upon them?
44. Angles
At his father’s council he listened as the others spoke, their purposes colliding and their words glancing off one another—he remembered an early and misguided attempt to cut clean through the haze, and smiled ruefully at the thought.
45. Daydream
When he found the Ringbearer at last on the slopes of the hill, words and plans fell into place too easily: he’d had this dream before, and it only waited to become real.
46. Nightmare
Though once he had felt differently, when Faramir sat there with tired, glassy eyes, his sleep disturbed again by that dream, Boromir was glad that some small part of their family legacy had passed him by.
47. Honor
This one had come to his company as a young man, green as spring leaves, and now left it only a few years later, seeming much older: his body would be returned to his family with honor, and Boromir would not forget his sacrifice—nor those of too many others like him.
48. Palm
He put his hand on Pippin’s shoulder as the youngest hobbit walked beside him, talking of something pleasant and distant: he had grown very fond of him.
49. Screen
His screening force of scouts had found them and drawn them, the might of his company had caught them, and their numbers had meant nothing; and amidst the glint of swords, his eyes gleamed with a thrill of joy.
50. Warmth
“Our Boromir,” said Denethor, accepting the bundled infant from Finduilas; both smiled, he proudly, she joyfully, and that first moment of warmth was threaded throughout his young years.
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Date: 2008-06-14 01:33 am (UTC)This one made me cry: The River carried him, and he lay as if in sleep, lulled by the slow current and the sudden spring-scented breeze that ruffled his hair, on his last journey to the sea.
This one made me smile: Few travelers came to Minas Tirith anymore, and he regretted this deeply when he met a lone Beorning in the crowded market, selling the most delicious honey-cakes he had ever tasted.
This one made my heart hurt: He had never intended this, he thought as he stumbled among the trees, yet his intention mattered very little, and did not lessen his guilt.
This one made my heart give a happy leap: Among the Rohirrim he rode, laughing or joining in their songs of glories and valor, his hair plaited, slapping against his back in the same rhythm—had it been flaxen or gold, he might have been mistaken for one of them.
Beautiful, every one of them.
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Date: 2008-06-14 01:58 am (UTC)This one made my heart give a happy leap
Heeh, somehow I suspected you might like that one! ;)
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Date: 2008-06-14 02:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-14 02:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-14 02:30 am (UTC)I particularly liked these two:
He walked down the hall lined with images of his ancestors, felt himself bound up in the thread of history: would someday some other Steward’s sons feel his eyes upon them?
It's very poignant...and I do hope that Boromir is well-remembered in the days after the War.
At his father’s council he listened as the others spoke, their purposes colliding and their words glancing off one another—he remembered an early and misguided attempt to cut clean through the haze, and smiled ruefully at the thought.
Ha! Not for Boromir these machinations of mere politics!
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Date: 2008-06-14 03:45 am (UTC)I do hope that Boromir is well-remembered in the days after the War.
Yeah, me too. I can't imagine that he wouldn't be (especially if Faramir had anything to say about it! ^_~ )
Ha! Not for Boromir these machinations of mere politics!
Indeed. *nods sagely*
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Date: 2008-06-14 06:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-15 01:28 am (UTC)in my head. ;)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-17 05:10 pm (UTC)Oh, I totally know what you mean because Dear Denthor lives in my head! :-D
BTW; these 50 sentences would also be perfect for the new brothers' zine (though I wouldn't object to you also writing something else.) *wink*
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Date: 2008-06-14 09:06 pm (UTC)I also really liked Double--it was chilling and sad.
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Date: 2008-06-15 01:26 am (UTC)I'm glad to hear you liked these!
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Date: 2008-06-21 04:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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