Don't own it, wish I did...oh well, too bad.
MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE END OF 'JOURNEY THROUGH THE DARK'
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The sound of the horn still echoing in his head, Boromir sat up in bed with a start, looking around the room. A flock of white lilies, and other fair flowers besides, sat in vases at the windows, and the bed in which he sat was draped in cloth of clouds. His attention was drawn to the spread of roses in the vase at the foot of the bed, ivory hewn and glimmering with the sheen of dew. Tonight was not his knighting-tonight was his wedding night.
He looked beside him at Rhoswen, his newly wed wife, his rose, most blessed of all flowers in this garden of the sun tower, sleeping soundly. He brushed a loose black hair from her face with gentle fingers, meaning not to wake her. But she stirred, and looked up at her husband with a smile.
"What did you dream of, lover of mine? You are unsettled."
"Nothing to concern yourself with...it is a long tale in the telling..."
"And morning is far off. Tell me. Were we not bound in our vows to share what pains the other should endure? I would bear this burden with you, husband." And so Boromir drew a deep breath, and began to tell his wife of his dreamings.
When he had finished, he asked her a question.
"Did you sound the horn? Was it you in my dream, sounding that trumpet of courage from the highest of the towers?" Rhoswen sat up in bed, drawing the sheets around her.
"Once, when Faramir came home half dead. I was so struck with grief that I should lose both lover and brother that for ten blessed seconds, I felt a part of you stir inside myself as I let that note call the whole city to arms. Something I did not know was there." Boromir held her close, his chin resting on the top of her head.
"And we shall keep the horn ...not as the symbol of the stewardship, but as a reminder ...of many things, long old and past their time and others not as aged as that."
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To the wonderful folks who tell me what they think, because everyone's opinion is worth listening to.
Catherine Maria- thanks...don't consider my self a poet...but if you like it, there's more.
Terreis- Can you hear me? Do you need CPR? Dear god, you shouldn't read this if it's hazardous to your health...maybe I should post warnings, like on McDonalds coffee...Caution- may induce lightheadedness and delusions of Gondor...I mean Grandeur.
Lotr- nutcase- glad someone picked up on that...dunno what I'll be doing with that, as this is probably the last chapitre. Darn you for guessing that already! I still have to post that part...but I updated Rhoswen...so the horn of Gondor is now in the possession of Faramir, also in possession of two hobbits by the names of Frodo and Sam... it'll get home momentarily.
Roaming pony- plot? I was supposed to have a plot? Forgive me, is this plot? I've forgotten...
If you decide to leave me a review, and I hope you will, please be specific as to what you liked/disliked ( I hope not) in my story. Thanks.
MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE END OF 'JOURNEY THROUGH THE DARK'
-*-*-*-*-*-
The sound of the horn still echoing in his head, Boromir sat up in bed with a start, looking around the room. A flock of white lilies, and other fair flowers besides, sat in vases at the windows, and the bed in which he sat was draped in cloth of clouds. His attention was drawn to the spread of roses in the vase at the foot of the bed, ivory hewn and glimmering with the sheen of dew. Tonight was not his knighting-tonight was his wedding night.
He looked beside him at Rhoswen, his newly wed wife, his rose, most blessed of all flowers in this garden of the sun tower, sleeping soundly. He brushed a loose black hair from her face with gentle fingers, meaning not to wake her. But she stirred, and looked up at her husband with a smile.
"What did you dream of, lover of mine? You are unsettled."
"Nothing to concern yourself with...it is a long tale in the telling..."
"And morning is far off. Tell me. Were we not bound in our vows to share what pains the other should endure? I would bear this burden with you, husband." And so Boromir drew a deep breath, and began to tell his wife of his dreamings.
When he had finished, he asked her a question.
"Did you sound the horn? Was it you in my dream, sounding that trumpet of courage from the highest of the towers?" Rhoswen sat up in bed, drawing the sheets around her.
"Once, when Faramir came home half dead. I was so struck with grief that I should lose both lover and brother that for ten blessed seconds, I felt a part of you stir inside myself as I let that note call the whole city to arms. Something I did not know was there." Boromir held her close, his chin resting on the top of her head.
"And we shall keep the horn ...not as the symbol of the stewardship, but as a reminder ...of many things, long old and past their time and others not as aged as that."
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To the wonderful folks who tell me what they think, because everyone's opinion is worth listening to.
Catherine Maria- thanks...don't consider my self a poet...but if you like it, there's more.
Terreis- Can you hear me? Do you need CPR? Dear god, you shouldn't read this if it's hazardous to your health...maybe I should post warnings, like on McDonalds coffee...Caution- may induce lightheadedness and delusions of Gondor...I mean Grandeur.
Lotr- nutcase- glad someone picked up on that...dunno what I'll be doing with that, as this is probably the last chapitre. Darn you for guessing that already! I still have to post that part...but I updated Rhoswen...so the horn of Gondor is now in the possession of Faramir, also in possession of two hobbits by the names of Frodo and Sam... it'll get home momentarily.
Roaming pony- plot? I was supposed to have a plot? Forgive me, is this plot? I've forgotten...
If you decide to leave me a review, and I hope you will, please be specific as to what you liked/disliked ( I hope not) in my story. Thanks.