Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| In Memoriam (Fourth Age) (Bergil, Beregond, Boromir) |
Bergil and Beregond remember Boromir's sacrifice. |
| I stood along Anduin's now-fair banks, gazing toward Minas Anor. "Aye, it is fair, father, but I do not see..." Beregond shook his head. "Not west." He placed his hand on my shoulder and faced me toward the North. "Look to the site of Gondor's victory." Of course I had heard the stories. How the Prince of the City was pierced by many arrows. How he had fallen but not faltered. And then I understood. Our horn had been cloven, our chest pierced, but still Gondor strove on. Like Boromir. The faithful jewel had not failed; he had conquered. |