Tolkien Fan Fiction^Forgotten Flowers
By:faramir_boromir

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Dirt falls from my hands, as I shift some closer to the plant’s base. It blooms with small, off-white flowers, fragrant. The scent reminds me of…family. Mother. And, peculiarly enough, Boromir. She kept their dried petals in an open box, on her writing desk, something I do not remember but have been told so many times. Boromir told the gardeners to bring him their first blooms every year, to lie atop his room’s mantelpiece. Romantic: he would choose to remember Mother in that fashion. No more romantic than you tending a garden to grow them, Boromir whispers in my mind.