Eldest Son
Finduilas gazed upon her precocious four-year-old son. His newly altered tunic was once pristine white, but now carried grass stains and muddy spots from his play outside. Normally, maternal instinct would have made her take off the tunic and have it cleaned. But not this time. This was the umpteenth time he had come inside this way. He didn't seem complete without the dirty, disheveled look about him. She laughed as he looked upon her with his clear, grey eyes.
"What are you up to now, my son?"
Boromir ran over, wrapping his little arms around her legs.
"I love you, mama."