Disclaimer ~ The characters, the plot and the setting were all created by J.R.R. Tolkien. Only the words are mine.
Never had I known a man as brave as the one I now saw laying at Aragorn's feet. Never had I understood a human as I did him. The race of men has always been complicated, not like dwarfs or elves. But Boromir had been different. Some would say he was more complex than most. Perhaps it was because I had known him for so long that I had come to understand these complexities.
In the begining, his quest had been to save his homeland, but it had been too great a feat, and hope was fading from his heart. The ring had offered him the chance to bring hope back into the soul of his country. He had been strong to ignore its call for this long.
The captain of Gondor had been a lot of things that I can but wish to become. Few things frightened him, but if they did, he would voice his fears. Not in so many words, of course, but one could dicsern the meaning behind many of his objections. He had been something of an idol to me, and now he was gone.
My heart was heavy with grief as we set about placing the man in one of Galadriel's boats. Alongside him, we placed his weapons, and the horn of Gondor, now severed in two. We did not speak. There was nothing to say. At last, we put the vessal into the river and watched as it driffted towards the falls and then over the cliff.
'Boromir, Captain of Gondor' I thought, 'May you find the honour you deserve.'
Never had I known a man as brave as the one I now saw laying at Aragorn's feet. Never had I understood a human as I did him. The race of men has always been complicated, not like dwarfs or elves. But Boromir had been different. Some would say he was more complex than most. Perhaps it was because I had known him for so long that I had come to understand these complexities.
In the begining, his quest had been to save his homeland, but it had been too great a feat, and hope was fading from his heart. The ring had offered him the chance to bring hope back into the soul of his country. He had been strong to ignore its call for this long.
The captain of Gondor had been a lot of things that I can but wish to become. Few things frightened him, but if they did, he would voice his fears. Not in so many words, of course, but one could dicsern the meaning behind many of his objections. He had been something of an idol to me, and now he was gone.
My heart was heavy with grief as we set about placing the man in one of Galadriel's boats. Alongside him, we placed his weapons, and the horn of Gondor, now severed in two. We did not speak. There was nothing to say. At last, we put the vessal into the river and watched as it driffted towards the falls and then over the cliff.
'Boromir, Captain of Gondor' I thought, 'May you find the honour you deserve.'