First Impression
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Rating: PG
Summary: A bit of what Boromir was thinking about at the Council of Elrond.
He listens as the history of his people is told by one who has lived since long before Gondor's first days. He knows the tales, of course—he learned them at his father's knee, well enough to recite each name in the lines of Kings and Stewards, to recall every battle fought to keep Gondor's people safe. But to hear it told now, so far from home… his love for every inch of his land aches him terribly. When silence falls he cannot stop himself. He stands and speaks…
"Give me leave, Master Elrond, first to say more of Gondor."
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