A drabble for Agape for her birthday. Thanks so to RiverOtter for the beta!
Boromir sat within the meager shelter of three tight-clustered trees, huddled within his cloak. But nothing seemed to ward off the drizzle down his neck!
“I should have let Faramir have this quest!” he muttered to himself, then brushed futilely at his hood as a hail of nuts fell from the oak trees above, striking his head and shoulders, one landing in his lap. “Curse these foul things! I’m not made for travails within the wilderness! Tonight I’d give anything to sleep in a sound room in a clean bed! And I have still to find the way to Imladris!”