Because I am so very very bored...
It was a lovely spring day in Gondor. The king sat in his throne in Minas Tirith reviewing reports for the country. No floods, no droughts, unemployment was down, everything was well stocked, and no orcs had attacked for months. They had even sent some food to Harad just for giggles because they had so much. In short, profits up; costs down.
It was while he was reviewing these things that a messenger burst in, claiming he had, well, a message for the king. Or rather, someone the king would know.
"Excuse me sire, but I have been sent to deliver this."
"To me?"
"Well, no sire. But I was told you would know where to find who I am looking for."
"Who is it?"
"A Mr. Of-Gondor, sire."
"Could you be more specific? There are a lot of Of-Gondors in Gondor."
"First name Boromir?"
This aroused the king's suspicion, but not too much. Ever since the Steward's son had died a few years ago, many parents were naming their children after him. And it wasn't like it was an uncommon name in the first place.
"Any other information?"
"Um, yes sire. A middle name, isn't that odd?"
"And it would be...?"
"Rightful-Ruler. Yes. I'm looking for a Mr. Of-Gondor; first name Boromir; middle name Rightful-Ruler."
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A passer-by later that day may have seen the king walking through the streets of his city, travelling down to the second level, or more specifically, a monument on the second level. Other civilians in the area of the monument may have seen the king leave a small note at the base of the monument, then quickly leave.
"Now isn't that nice?"
"What's that?"
"The king. Honoring those who have fallen."
"Ain't that a statue of Boromir?"
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The Halls of Mandos were a nice place. Nothing to worry about, lots of food, nice people.....beer. All that good stuff. A certain dead person's peace was disrupted that day when a heavenly messenger approached him.
"Boromir?"
"Hm...yes?"
"Message from the living world."
"Oh? From who?"
"Aragorn, King of Gondor."
"So he replied. Give it here."
Boromir took the message and unfolded it. Written quite plainly on the white parchment was: "Get over it and sod off."
the end. yay!!
It was a lovely spring day in Gondor. The king sat in his throne in Minas Tirith reviewing reports for the country. No floods, no droughts, unemployment was down, everything was well stocked, and no orcs had attacked for months. They had even sent some food to Harad just for giggles because they had so much. In short, profits up; costs down.
It was while he was reviewing these things that a messenger burst in, claiming he had, well, a message for the king. Or rather, someone the king would know.
"Excuse me sire, but I have been sent to deliver this."
"To me?"
"Well, no sire. But I was told you would know where to find who I am looking for."
"Who is it?"
"A Mr. Of-Gondor, sire."
"Could you be more specific? There are a lot of Of-Gondors in Gondor."
"First name Boromir?"
This aroused the king's suspicion, but not too much. Ever since the Steward's son had died a few years ago, many parents were naming their children after him. And it wasn't like it was an uncommon name in the first place.
"Any other information?"
"Um, yes sire. A middle name, isn't that odd?"
"And it would be...?"
"Rightful-Ruler. Yes. I'm looking for a Mr. Of-Gondor; first name Boromir; middle name Rightful-Ruler."
~~~~~~~~~
A passer-by later that day may have seen the king walking through the streets of his city, travelling down to the second level, or more specifically, a monument on the second level. Other civilians in the area of the monument may have seen the king leave a small note at the base of the monument, then quickly leave.
"Now isn't that nice?"
"What's that?"
"The king. Honoring those who have fallen."
"Ain't that a statue of Boromir?"
~~~~~~~~~
The Halls of Mandos were a nice place. Nothing to worry about, lots of food, nice people.....beer. All that good stuff. A certain dead person's peace was disrupted that day when a heavenly messenger approached him.
"Boromir?"
"Hm...yes?"
"Message from the living world."
"Oh? From who?"
"Aragorn, King of Gondor."
"So he replied. Give it here."
Boromir took the message and unfolded it. Written quite plainly on the white parchment was: "Get over it and sod off."
the end. yay!!