The journey to Imladris had not been an easy one. The knowledge that Faramir had slipped away from Osgiliath without permission to come here, was no good either. I don't know what my brother was thinking, but, now he'll have to answer to me, if he's still here. At least he knew he wouldn't be as hard on his brother as Denethor would have been.
Boromir rode down into the valley, knowing he stunk of orcs, but that was inevitable given how many raiding parties of the foul things he had run into on his travels here. There had even been signs of the Black Riders from time to time.
Now he looked around himself as he reached the stables and frowned as he did. This place was too non-human for his tastes with all these elves roaming about. There were a few mortals like himself that he'd spotted, but not many.
Clearly this council of Elrond's was mostly aimed at the elves. Not all us mortals. No matter, he was here now, as the messenger sent ahead had stated he would be. He'd already had one bad experience when it came to the elves, a blond haired one had abandoned him outside the borders when they'd been attacked by wargs.
Thanks to that elf, his horse had taken a minor injury from one of the wargs. I'm glad I'm one of the stronger warriors in Gondor, else that could have been my end. How Denethor wouldn't like that one!
There was no way for him to beget another heir after all, since Boromir and Faramir's mother had died so long ago. I was only five years old when Finduilas died… He remembered, that ever since then, he had looked out for his brother. It hadn't always been easy, since Denethor had at times told Faramir to stay away from Boromir and leave him alone.
It's almost as if he suspects something… and Thorongil did leave very suddenly, without a word to grandfather Ecthelion as to why. The man had been meant to return to the white city, but he had instead turned away and left them without any reason to know why he'd gone.
Now it's left to me, and other Captains of Minas Tirith to protect the city from the growing attacks from Umbar. It was hardly an easy life. Nor was it an easy burden to carry for one man alone. I don't know how Thorongil did all he did. Boromir knew however, that amongst the orcs, he himself was feared.
Boromir shook his head as he reached the stables, and one of the elves came out to him, to take his horse.
"Look after him, someone might need to look at him for a bit, as he took a few bites from a warg on the way here," he said.
The elf nodded.
"One of the healers will come down here and take a look as soon as I've gotten word to them. Do not worry, your horse is in good hands."Boromir shook his head.
"Very well, I will come down to check on him later."
He couldn't help it, the stallion had always been a trustworthy one, and Boromir knew he didn't trust elves as much as Faramir seemed to. How did my brother end up able to trust the elves when all I know of, he hasn't had more time around them than i. For Boromir, that sounded very strange. It's taken me well over a month to get here, and I know Faramir was never out in the wilds more than a few weeks at a time. There are no elves in Gondor…
He knew his people knew of no elves in Gondor, but still, perhaps his brother had found some of them somewhere. One of these days, Boromir knew he would have to find out if that was the case. He knew Denethor wouldn't like it if there were elves in Gondor, for he had prided himself, always, on defending the land without the help of the other races.
Boromir walked up the stairs that the stablehand indicated to him, and noticed a dark haired elf ellon waiting for him at the top. You couldn't come down to where I was to greet me, could you?
That irritated him a little. It seemed that he had to go to the elves, they wouldn't come to him and make things easier. Yet I know why I came and it is no easy thing to talk about.
"Greetings," he said, not sure if this was Lord Elrond or not. He had not met the half-elf before, and frankly, he would have expected to come face to face with him now.
"Mae govannen. We were unaware both of Denethor's sons were coming," the dark haired elf replied.
Boromir shook his head.
"That wasn't to be the way at all. When the Steward came to Osgiliath it was only m…"
"It matters not, we have enough space for all our guests, awaited or not," the elf replied, seeming uninterested in what had happened in Osgiliath.
Boromir frowned. Are you even going to let me speak? He looked at the elf. "Assuming Faramir arrived before I did, can you show me whe…"
"All in good time. All has been arranged and I will show you now to where you may stay…."
Boromir frowned. Is there something about me that this elf doesn't like or something? Indeed the elf had turned and was walking away from him, and Boromir had to hurry to keep up, for not once did the elf look back to see if he was still there, following.
Through the carved marble pillars and hallways they went, and Boromir soon felt as though he had lost his bearings. For a mere second he paused, and the elf vanished from in front of him around a corner.
By the Valar, he doesn't seem to care much about his guests! Boromir paused in his tracks as his eyes took in a massive painting on the wall nearby. Completely forgetting his unfriendly guide for the moment, he moved over to take a better look. There was a stone statue facing the wall where the painting was, but this he showed no heed for the time being. His eyes looked at the painting, stunned by the sheer detail in the work.
It was Isildur, with Sauron looking over him, ready to kill. The only thing Isildur seemed to have with him was the broken blade of Narsil, something which hadn't been seen in far too long.
"Boromir?"