The articles of the disclaiming- If I owned it, I wouldn't be here
publishing it. Nuf said.
Cryptic note to readers- you will have noticed that there is quite a large gap between the last chapter and this one, and a large gap between 3- 4...anyway, the point I'm trying to get across here is that in order to find out what happens to Boromir, you have to read -and review! I likes reviews- the other serious commitment fanfic I have posted, 'Journey through the dark'. That story follows my altered fellowship, and in which you will find out, oh curious reviewers who want answers, what the h*** happens to Boromir. *hinthintwinkwink*
Also, before you start reading, I would like you to note some things as you read
What seems weak What seems strong How I can improve What you really like.
Any one of the criteria above would be most appreciated in your reviews. I went to a writing conference a little while ago, and these were some of the things the judges critiqued my piece on. I would be most obliged if you did the same.
-*-*-*-*- 'The two small hands, that now are pressed
In his, seem made to be caressed,
They lie so warm and soft and still,
Like birds half hidden in a nest,
Trustful, and innocent of ill.
And ah! he cannot believe his ears
When her melodious voice he hears'
Faramir looked at his future sister in law, standing at the window, hair blowing loose, gazing northeast. The ranger took a look out the window at the approaching clouds
"A storm comes, milady. Please come in; you will only make yourself ill in the damp."
"Ill? I am already ill, Faramir. I wake from sleep screaming in cold sweat; I burn with a fever. It ebbs, and comes back; I have no appetite, and what food I can keep down leaves me frail and weak. And not one healer can tell me of my malady. Some say child, but I know that not to be true; the child would have come by now, and you know well as any other in my confidence I bed no man save my betrothed, and only at his deepest wish."
"Then please, I beg you, Rhoswen, come in ere you catch chill and make yourself in a worsened state." He paused; she did not move, still staring out the slit in the wall.
"Where is he, Faramir? It has been eight months to the day since he rode out of those blasted gates for the elves' councils, and we have had neither word nor letter from him. He told me not what he rode for, and still he does not return!" She drew in a ragged breath-the breath of someone whose towers of hope are near to crumbling.
"I fear I will die before he returns-if he ever returns at all. Nay, my brother, I will not abandon my watch." She was holding back tears, arms held closely knit against the encroaching cold, a shiver in her sickened frame at the cool winds. With a shake of his head at her obstinacy for leaving her sentinel, Faramir laid his tightly woven ranger's cloak about her shoulders.
"Please, sister, I will have one of the guards send for you if he returns; get some sleep. You pine for Boromir, but I will make it known to you alone that he would not have you bring some injury to your person for his sake. That will be another body for the crypt keeper ere he returns if I were to tell him that his rose had succumbed to frost, that the carefully tended blossoms he kept so close to his carefully guarded heart had lost their beauty and departed this life. Nay sister, I cannot wound him in this way. You are the only woman for which the kiss of a greeting is like the lover's caressing hand on his cheek, for whom he would denounce all earthly pleasures to be with, for whom he would forfeit life itself, and I will not let that leave him." Rhoswen looked at him with a strained smile.
"But where is he? Every day, I wish more than anything to see his golden head at those gates, to have one last treasured moment together before all that is good and green is lost to darkness, but the hour never comes. The sun no longer shines for me...or for anyone. Has the sun gone out? Has Mordor's shadow quenched it's flame? Boromir told me to be strong...but I cannot say how long my strength can yet endure!" She crumpled into a formidably sorrowful heap of tears, devotion, and velveteen folds. Faramir looked at her with a growing sadness, and gently picked up the sobbing young woman and carried her back to her room.
Today was not the day when he should tell her that many thought the last great captain of Gondor dead.
-*-*-*-
Author's notes Flame Gemini-
Thank you, oh blonde who sits across the table and obsesses over elves she can't have, you have read my work...FINALLY!
Alainn- I really am honored! And thank you so much- I have a hard time plotting things,and like I said at the beginnng, I really do like reviews! Now go and read 'Journey'! sz2000- You are most welcome! Glad to be of service. And thanks for the feedback. And I'm flattered you are speechless about my writing. It's a gift from god. Klaw- I am so grateful you took precious time to do what I asked- there are too many people who don't- and I'm one of them, occasionally.
Alexis Tinseth- thank you muchly! It's people who flat out say they love this that keep me going!
Sofasoap- Go follow my instructions at the start of the chapter, and your questions will be answered. It is , as you may have guessed, mostly movie cannon- but I have read the books! Sean bean is just so hot....And I don't know..is this AU? * Ponders...*
Orli's babe- have you recently considered applying for Boromir fangirlidom? Or changing your name to 'Boromir babe?'
To all of you who left long reviews for ch. 5, I LOVE YOU VERY VERY MUCH! You people make my day so much more worthwhile. It's really nice to see that people think I really do not write crap. * And people actually read what I write!*
So please, show me you actually read this. Thank yous muchly! And I apologize for the shortness...I'm running low on kindling for the story fire.
Cryptic note to readers- you will have noticed that there is quite a large gap between the last chapter and this one, and a large gap between 3- 4...anyway, the point I'm trying to get across here is that in order to find out what happens to Boromir, you have to read -and review! I likes reviews- the other serious commitment fanfic I have posted, 'Journey through the dark'. That story follows my altered fellowship, and in which you will find out, oh curious reviewers who want answers, what the h*** happens to Boromir. *hinthintwinkwink*
Also, before you start reading, I would like you to note some things as you read
What seems weak What seems strong How I can improve What you really like.
Any one of the criteria above would be most appreciated in your reviews. I went to a writing conference a little while ago, and these were some of the things the judges critiqued my piece on. I would be most obliged if you did the same.
-*-*-*-*- 'The two small hands, that now are pressed
In his, seem made to be caressed,
They lie so warm and soft and still,
Like birds half hidden in a nest,
Trustful, and innocent of ill.
And ah! he cannot believe his ears
When her melodious voice he hears'
Faramir looked at his future sister in law, standing at the window, hair blowing loose, gazing northeast. The ranger took a look out the window at the approaching clouds
"A storm comes, milady. Please come in; you will only make yourself ill in the damp."
"Ill? I am already ill, Faramir. I wake from sleep screaming in cold sweat; I burn with a fever. It ebbs, and comes back; I have no appetite, and what food I can keep down leaves me frail and weak. And not one healer can tell me of my malady. Some say child, but I know that not to be true; the child would have come by now, and you know well as any other in my confidence I bed no man save my betrothed, and only at his deepest wish."
"Then please, I beg you, Rhoswen, come in ere you catch chill and make yourself in a worsened state." He paused; she did not move, still staring out the slit in the wall.
"Where is he, Faramir? It has been eight months to the day since he rode out of those blasted gates for the elves' councils, and we have had neither word nor letter from him. He told me not what he rode for, and still he does not return!" She drew in a ragged breath-the breath of someone whose towers of hope are near to crumbling.
"I fear I will die before he returns-if he ever returns at all. Nay, my brother, I will not abandon my watch." She was holding back tears, arms held closely knit against the encroaching cold, a shiver in her sickened frame at the cool winds. With a shake of his head at her obstinacy for leaving her sentinel, Faramir laid his tightly woven ranger's cloak about her shoulders.
"Please, sister, I will have one of the guards send for you if he returns; get some sleep. You pine for Boromir, but I will make it known to you alone that he would not have you bring some injury to your person for his sake. That will be another body for the crypt keeper ere he returns if I were to tell him that his rose had succumbed to frost, that the carefully tended blossoms he kept so close to his carefully guarded heart had lost their beauty and departed this life. Nay sister, I cannot wound him in this way. You are the only woman for which the kiss of a greeting is like the lover's caressing hand on his cheek, for whom he would denounce all earthly pleasures to be with, for whom he would forfeit life itself, and I will not let that leave him." Rhoswen looked at him with a strained smile.
"But where is he? Every day, I wish more than anything to see his golden head at those gates, to have one last treasured moment together before all that is good and green is lost to darkness, but the hour never comes. The sun no longer shines for me...or for anyone. Has the sun gone out? Has Mordor's shadow quenched it's flame? Boromir told me to be strong...but I cannot say how long my strength can yet endure!" She crumpled into a formidably sorrowful heap of tears, devotion, and velveteen folds. Faramir looked at her with a growing sadness, and gently picked up the sobbing young woman and carried her back to her room.
Today was not the day when he should tell her that many thought the last great captain of Gondor dead.
-*-*-*-
Author's notes Flame Gemini-
Thank you, oh blonde who sits across the table and obsesses over elves she can't have, you have read my work...FINALLY!
Alainn- I really am honored! And thank you so much- I have a hard time plotting things,and like I said at the beginnng, I really do like reviews! Now go and read 'Journey'! sz2000- You are most welcome! Glad to be of service. And thanks for the feedback. And I'm flattered you are speechless about my writing. It's a gift from god. Klaw- I am so grateful you took precious time to do what I asked- there are too many people who don't- and I'm one of them, occasionally.
Alexis Tinseth- thank you muchly! It's people who flat out say they love this that keep me going!
Sofasoap- Go follow my instructions at the start of the chapter, and your questions will be answered. It is , as you may have guessed, mostly movie cannon- but I have read the books! Sean bean is just so hot....And I don't know..is this AU? * Ponders...*
Orli's babe- have you recently considered applying for Boromir fangirlidom? Or changing your name to 'Boromir babe?'
To all of you who left long reviews for ch. 5, I LOVE YOU VERY VERY MUCH! You people make my day so much more worthwhile. It's really nice to see that people think I really do not write crap. * And people actually read what I write!*
So please, show me you actually read this. Thank yous muchly! And I apologize for the shortness...I'm running low on kindling for the story fire.