Author's Note: This was inspired by a prompt inviting writers to become the Anduin, the Great River, the catalyst of the journey in FoTR and a vast presence throughout the tale. Combine this fascinating idea with my own love for Boromir and you have this drabble-poem. The title comes from Gondolin and really belongs to Turgon, but I believe that Boromir, too, is worthy of the honor.
Great is the Fall
I am the River,
enemy, lover:
I am called Great -
and I wait.
There is a Man,
stumbling, alone,
proud, unbending,
to me wending:
Him I love,
tested and proved;
no wish to drown him!-
I will crown him.
Him I wait for,
warrior, traveller,
known and unknown,
to carry him home.
Him I yearn for,
hider, revealer,
conqueror, king:
my all things.
Him I feel,
phantasm and real,
shiver and salt,
never grow old.
Him I sense,
battling and tense;
gone now -
not long now -
I am the River,
enemy, lover:
I am called Great -
so I wait.