Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| 23 - The Sun |
Denethor watched with pride as his firstborn stepped forward to accept the baton of command from Lossenglad, taking upon himself the rank of Captain-General of all of Gondor’s forces. He smiled to see that today Boromir had chosen to wear a red mantle rather than the sober black and silver ordinarily worn by his officers, his horn hung from a new baldric, its silver accents reflecting the Sun’s beams in all directions. A new day was dawning for Gondor in its long struggles with its many adversaries. Boromir would shine like Anor herself, and would put to flight those of their enemies who preferred to strike at Gondor from the shadows. With Boromir in command, the light of victory would gleam into every hollow and fold of the land! |