Disclaimer: Boromir is not mine nor is Sean Bean as much as I would love him to be my uncle or something!

Leaving Written at 11:25pm when I should've been in bed sleeping. Anyways I'm devoting this to my parents whose 24year anniversary was yesterday on the 25.



He's leaving. Today my love will leave me with the autumn wind. Leaving the White City and me. All alone I will be for I know he will not return to me. I warned him of the dangers but he must go, never to return to me or the kingdom that was his home by the sea. And in the end all alone I will be.



Sorry that it's so short and it's a bit poetic.