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Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings or any of that stuff J
The Other Son
The one who was always pushed to the side
Would one day rise and help turn the tide
Against the darkness that swept across the land
He would lead his troops to make a brave stand
Knowing the odds he still rode to meet
The enemy biting at Gondor's feet
As he rode he thought of the only one
Who thought him worthy to be the Steward's son
Boromir's face flashed through his mind
As the white walls faded from behind
His ever so strong and valiant kin
Who had always meant the most to him
He knew he was going to meet the same fate
Of his brother who was always so great
The arrows began to fly through the air
And as his loyal men fell all he felt was despair
They had followed him knowing what their fate would be
Because they loved him and not because captain was he
Thoughts began to race through his mind and he wondered why
He had decided they must ride when he knew they would die
He hoped that his father would realize
That his love he had always fantasized
It had always been clear Boromir was loved the best
And to their father he had only been a pest
Deep down he knew why it was they rode
He hoped that his father would finally realize the love he owed
