Yes! I finally have an update! Okay. I don't own LOTR, bla bla.
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But as it turned out Boromir never saw Lorna off.
February and then March rolled by, while Lorna's trip was always growing larger and foreboding on her mind. When April 5th came, she awoke feeling empty. She ate breakfast in silence, and saddled up her horse without saying a word to her mother. In fact, hardly and words were exchanged in the Hasunder's household since early January.
Tobrecan was to be Lorna's guide, and she rode on the horse called Tellan. They departed around 9 in the morning, and a thin mist lay about the plain.
"Is something the matter, lady?" Tobrecan, asked kindly. Lorna shrugged as she looked over her shoulder at the city. "Leaving home is hard sometimes for me as well." Tobrecan said and laughed. "There is a song I sing to remind me of home though." And he broke off into song. His golden hair flowed as he sung about the many stables and pastures of his home, Edoras. Lorna would have joined, but Boromir's absence irked her and sunk the happiness in her heart.
Boromir woke later than he had intended on April 5th. The sun was already high above the city, and inquiring the house cook he learned it was already 9 or so. Fearing Lorna had already departed, Boromir dressed in a dirty tunic and raced out of the Steward's hall without even the lightest cloak. He dashed madly to the Hasunder's, only to find the house empty.
"Where would they be?" Boromir asked himself as he stepped outside. Just then Erian ran up to him.
"Come! Lorna wishes to see you!" Erian gasped and grabbed Boromir's wrist. Together they ran to the last gate of the city, only to meet Loo while she entered.
"Has she left?" Boromir asked, grasping Loo's shoulders.
"I'm afraid so. But she'll be happier where she's going." Loo replied and brushed past Boromir.
The two men just stood at the gate looking at each other for a few minutes, unable to speak. Finally Erina broke the silence.
"So she's gone then."
"Yeah." Was all Boromir could say. He stood staring at the dirt by Erian's shoes until he ran out of the gate. In the far distance he could see among the golden plains two small figures on horseback, galloping into the distance, one with bright orange hair flowing in the wind. Tears came to his eyes and he fell to his knees.
"Why did I let her go?" he wailed. "Lorna!" he screamed into the wind. Then looking, ever so carefully, he thought he saw the orange-haired figure turn, and stop her horse, and he thought her heard her cry:
"Farewell, Boromir! Don't forget me!" and then she was gone.
But as it turned out Boromir never saw Lorna off.
February and then March rolled by, while Lorna's trip was always growing larger and foreboding on her mind. When April 5th came, she awoke feeling empty. She ate breakfast in silence, and saddled up her horse without saying a word to her mother. In fact, hardly and words were exchanged in the Hasunder's household since early January.
Tobrecan was to be Lorna's guide, and she rode on the horse called Tellan. They departed around 9 in the morning, and a thin mist lay about the plain.
"Is something the matter, lady?" Tobrecan, asked kindly. Lorna shrugged as she looked over her shoulder at the city. "Leaving home is hard sometimes for me as well." Tobrecan said and laughed. "There is a song I sing to remind me of home though." And he broke off into song. His golden hair flowed as he sung about the many stables and pastures of his home, Edoras. Lorna would have joined, but Boromir's absence irked her and sunk the happiness in her heart.
Boromir woke later than he had intended on April 5th. The sun was already high above the city, and inquiring the house cook he learned it was already 9 or so. Fearing Lorna had already departed, Boromir dressed in a dirty tunic and raced out of the Steward's hall without even the lightest cloak. He dashed madly to the Hasunder's, only to find the house empty.
"Where would they be?" Boromir asked himself as he stepped outside. Just then Erian ran up to him.
"Come! Lorna wishes to see you!" Erian gasped and grabbed Boromir's wrist. Together they ran to the last gate of the city, only to meet Loo while she entered.
"Has she left?" Boromir asked, grasping Loo's shoulders.
"I'm afraid so. But she'll be happier where she's going." Loo replied and brushed past Boromir.
The two men just stood at the gate looking at each other for a few minutes, unable to speak. Finally Erina broke the silence.
"So she's gone then."
"Yeah." Was all Boromir could say. He stood staring at the dirt by Erian's shoes until he ran out of the gate. In the far distance he could see among the golden plains two small figures on horseback, galloping into the distance, one with bright orange hair flowing in the wind. Tears came to his eyes and he fell to his knees.
"Why did I let her go?" he wailed. "Lorna!" he screamed into the wind. Then looking, ever so carefully, he thought he saw the orange-haired figure turn, and stop her horse, and he thought her heard her cry:
"Farewell, Boromir! Don't forget me!" and then she was gone.
