Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Houses of Healing |
flick, the Boromir addict, wanted to see someone remembering Boromir. |
| A Ranger knows when he's watched; at the rail, Faramir turns from contemplating Anduin. From the garden gate, the Ranger-king nods acknowledgment ere joining him, but 'tis not the river he watches. "Sire." "'Aragorn'. You seem pensive." "I am." And to the expectant silence: "I'd always thought 't'would be Boromir and I on the field... to the last," he says. Aragorn sighs. They speak no more 'til duty calls the king away. But just ere bed, a box comes for the Steward. Within he finds the vambrances, and so nearly misses the note: To the last, son of Gondor. —A. |