paranoidangel wanted a drabble about Elrond.
"And busy," Elrond replies. "I shall be brief," says he and hands over a pouch. "We found it too late, but I would return it nonetheless." From out the bag tumbles a medallion.
Faramir stares, then laughs a little, sighing sadly, "Ah, Boromir!"
"If I may, what is it?"
"A soldier's charm. For luck." Elrond looks grave, but Faramir continues slowly, "Yet he was fortunate—he was not alone in the end. And for that, I do thank you."