I'm posting this because it's another little snapshot which doesn't fit into the story flow perfectly. It's short and so takes considerably less time for me to edit than the three pre-written chapters I now have to go through, edit and combine into one before I post the next real chapter. If I don't perform this mammoth task, you are going to be left reading my blubbering rambles for the next while and that would never do.

I am trying to make updates more regular because I'd ideally like to be finished posting this book before September is out. For those of you who have followed me since I was posting Book 1 you will know how unrealistic that deadline is for me but trust me I'm really trying. My sister gets married at the beginning of August, I'm moving house and I have a short summer job coming up which might put a spanner in the works but we'll see. If I don't finish by the end of September I am not sure what is going to happen. My last year in university is upon me and I am going to be buried under a pile of textbooks for a lonnnngggg time. *Gulps* :(

Anyways due to suggestion I will post the character list at the bottom of this chapter again and will continue to do so every second or third chapter from now on depending on how long it takes me to update. Don't be afraid to ask me for the list, I realise this is probably quite confusing and that confusion is not at all helped by my long gaps between updates.

I'd like to say thanks to Sharnorasian Empire, FelineWolf and TheWritingGirl23for their reviews. THANK YOU! :D. As always another big thank you to those of you who added this story to alerts and favourites too.

So... on with the mini chapter then. Enjoy!

-Rin


Sons of the Summons Book 2 - Entulil

The Boromir Chronicles: Part 2

For a full week Boromir sat there unmoving and never sleeping. He watched and he waited as the elves passed him by with their eyes fixed steadfast ahead of them resisting the urge to look in his direction. It was as if he was an non-entity or a spirit which did not exist in their plane of being. In a way he supposed he was but unlike a spirit he held physical form, he had presence and he knew they could see him. On the off chance that any unsuspecting elf did look his way Boromir became impossible to ignore. He had a way of catching their eyes so that they found the glassy ignorance of their own impossible to maintain. He placed himself in their way purposely, driving home the knowledge of his plight without having to say a word. This new talent of the once brash and proud man had seen many a complaint fall straight to the lap of Lord Elrond himself and that had played squarely into Boromir's hands. It kept Elrond's mind on him, on what he had come to do. Annoyance was as good a way to gain attention as compliance in this case.


Boromir watched Lord Elrond pass in and out of his study daily. The Elf Lord was one of the many who had never really succeeded in convincing himself that Boromir did not exist. Guilt settled hard into the pit of the stomach of the Lord of Imladris as grey knowing eyes followed his every move, searching and scrutinising in their nature. The Gondorian man went out of his way to put himself into the elf's thoughts by fair means or foul and contrary to what they would have him think, Lord Elrond and all of Imladris were well aware of the man's presence. They were unlikely to forget it as long as the man kept up his vigil, reminding them without the need for sound.

After freshening up in the quarters which had been prepared for his arrival earlier that week, Boromir had positioned himself in perhaps the one place where the Elf lord would have no choice but to see him. The man sat in the doorway of Lord Elrond's study with his back against a pillar, knees bent and arms encircling his sword. Something had changed in Boromir, Elrond could sense it. Without the burden of mortality the man was no longer as rushed or as brash as he had been before. It was almost as if those traits told of a man who had felt the full weight of his own mortality rest upon his shoulders. Fully understood his own blip of existence and felt it insignificant in the scheme of things. Something he was now free of through an admittedly unfortunate set of circumstances for which Elrond knew he was partly responsible. The elf lord had to admit that he had underestimated Calenur's ingenuity in taming Boromir's temper and thrice damned the cunning of his Nahámion friend for it.

The first night of Boromir shadowing his office door had not done much more than amuse Elrond. By the second night the Elf Lord had become indifferent to his presence. It had only been as two days had turned into four that Elrond had become unnerved by the man's seeming everlasting determination. Elrond was determined that his guilt and the living reminder of it sitting outside his door would not sway him in his decision to let events in middle-earth pan out without his interference. Yet every time this thought reaffirmed itself in his head, the eyes of his new shadow seemed to renew in their efforts to bore holes into the side of his skull. The pressure and scrutiny of Boromir's knowing and judging gaze gave Elrond a fierce and unrelenting headache for his stubbornness.

Admitting that fact to himself now, however, did not rid him of his current problem. He knew what Boromir had been sent to him to do. He knew the consequences of giving in and he knew the consequences of not. The presence of Boromir merely kept this trouble at the forefront of Elrond's thoughts. Something that Calenur had no doubt been counting on. The quest was doomed. This Elrond knew in his heart. The question that presented itself now was that of if he was going to sacrifice his people and his own blood for the tiny scrap of hope which still remained in Middle Earth, or follow his head and send them safely across the seas to settle with the rest of their kin.

Elrond knew well what it was that must be done. For perhaps the first time in his long life he was afraid to act and so he hesitated. When the fate of the world rested upon the edge of a bottomless pit and he could ill afford the cost, he chose to sit and watch events roll out like a vision before him. It would take but a tiny shove after all, such little disturbance, to send the future tumbling over the edge into the black abyss. Forever mourned and utterly unrecoverable.


Boromir fixed his eyes onto the back of the Elf Lord who was the object of his mission for what felt like the millionth time. Here under the sunshine of Rivendell he momentarily forgot the darkness of the path he had walked with the fellowship. Even so, the notion that he had forgotten did not change the fact that he knew he had no choice but to succeed in the mission Calenur had set him. For Gondor. For Frodo. For all of Middle Earth. It all rested in his hands and he'd be damned if he gave in before he had his way.


Translations/Character list

1. Harry Potter : Calenur Gryffindor (Sindarin meaning: Green Fire)

2. Ron Weasley: Rostaen Marauder (Sindarin meaning: Red haired, long and thin)

3. Draco Malfoy: Luinglîn Slytherin (Sindarin meaning: Blue Glint)

4. Neville Longbottom: Torion Pendragon (Sindarin meaning: Son of Forest)

5. Fred Weasley: Arveldir Marauder (Sindarin meaning: Royal Friend)

6. George Weasley: Baimeldir Marauder (Sindarin meaning: Fair Friend)

7. Ginny Weasley: Noriel Marauder (Sindarin meaning: Daughter of Fire)

8. Hermione Granger: Amariel Ravenclaw (Sindarin meaning: Earthly)

Right so, maybe you'll guess where I'm going with this pretty soon? Maybe you'll gather a few ideas and string them together... only to have me smash them to bits in a few chapters time. That's right people! I've officially decided how this series is going to end and it is completely different to what I thought was going to happen in the beginning. I'll leave you wondering about that shall I?...

:P