Anger
All characters belong their creators or those who hold the appropriate licensing. I make no money from this. I do it for fun. This is just a drabble as to how Boromir might have been feeling after the Council Meeting and how he might have dealt with it.
He was angry. All these years, he had been raised to rule Gondor without claiming the title of king and here hiding in the Northern Wilderness was one who could claim that title. It wasn't fair. He wanted to scream, curse, throw things and punch that insufferably smug elf in the face. And hitting the Ranger might make him feel better as well. The more rational part of his mind was screaming at him not to do this. He went out into the gardens. He needed some air. He stalked through the gardens like an angry lion. He found a secluded part of what appeared to be wilderness but wasn't and he let a half-smothered scream to the heavens. Then he heard the twig snap. He whirled his eyes blazing emerald fire at the intruder and the anger grew when he saw who it was.
"Are you hurt Boromir?" Aragorn asked.
"No! But you will be." Boromir tackled his would be monarch and beat him nearly senseless. Rising to a crouch near the Ranger's head he whispered, "That is for claiming something you've never worked for and…"
He was interrupted by a hiss of surprise and outrage. It was the elf Prince. He smiled even though the little poof had drawn his bow and had an arrow on the string.
"Come to avenge your master little princeling? Well come on then I owe you for your big mouth." Boromir growled.
The elf shot his arrow and gave a squawk of surprise when Boromir ducked it somehow and the man's fist crashed into the elf's jaw and he soon joined Aragorn on the ground.
"Now that's done as done. I don't care if you hate me for it but between the two of you, you ruined my life and don't think revenge will be easily had because I sleep with one eye open always."
And he turned and walked away.
Leoglas laid there trying to ascertain the damage he'd suffered. Then he thought of a question to ask Aragorn.
"Estel? Why did you let him do that? You could have taken him."
Aragorn groaned and answered, "He doesn't really mean it. That's why. This was mostly his father's ambition playing out. I've seen another side of Boromir and that is still there somewhere. I refuse to believe the bright loving boy I saw in Minas Tirith all those years ago has been replaced by a bully. For if that is the case the Enemy has already won."