Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Duty |
For her birthday, Nessime asked for something about Boromir or Théodred. |
| The Argonath guards Gondor's backgate. Thence to the East, death; to Southward, home; to the West... Boromir feels accusingly the stony gazes of the kings of Westernesse: Anárion... and Isildur. But the kings abandoned us. The Stewards were more faithful, kept Gondor with living men. The Rohirrim are surer guards than memory wrought in stone, Théodred more certain a help than— Aragorn glances sharply west. Boromir sees naught there, yet a shiver takes him. Premonition, whispering water-swift, leaves him cold: Seek not strength without—Rohan shan't deliver Gondor. Salvation lies inward when you're alone... Forgive me, Frodo, hobbits cannot understand... |