Just a short little one-shot about one of our favorite Men of Gondor writing to his lady-love :)

Dear heart,

Here I sit, in a beautiful garden in a land right out of the story books. The Elves call it Imladris here, but in our tongue, it is referred to as Rivendell. I was not certain it even truly existed until I was found by the elves stumbling in the forest after losing my horse. It holds an earthy atmosphere, as if the buildings grew straight out of the trees themselves. Minas Tirith is quite majestic to behold, but in a very different way. This place…it is old. Very old. The elves who roam here look younger than myself, but they bear a grace and wisdom in their eyes that reveals their true age. They are beings of striking beauty, so much so that they make me feel old and decrepit. Yes, my love, you may argue that I have handsomeness of my own, and perhaps I do…but it is difficult to believe it in this place!

You are likely wondering why on earth I was summoned here in the first place. In truth I do not entirely know. As I told you, Faramir and I had a dream where a poem was read, one that mentioned this very place. It urged one of us to go and seek clarity and knowledge. Faramir initially volunteered, but Father insisted I go. Truly, I believe Faramir would love it here; it is filled with many things he would find fascinating to study, and a library that would be a room of treasures to him!

Yet, Father sent me. He wants me to bring back a trinket that he believes resides here, one of great power. I am not convinced it is here. How could an instrument of such power be within these hidden lands? Would I not sense its presence? We will see what Lord Elrond has to say on the matter.

It surprised me to find that there is to be a gathering of the races of all the lands to discuss something…something important. Perhaps it is this weapon? I am unsure why I was not summoned by invitation, but perhaps Lord Elrond implanted a dream in the heads of all of these races? Is it possible? Elves and their magic…anyway, it will be later this afternoon. It was quite the shock to see halflings running around; I was unaware they actually existed. Or that dwarves were still an established race. There are other elves here too, from different realms in forests far away. I do not see any men of Rohan, which is unsurprising. They face many of their own perils. Perhaps Lord Elrond did not summon me due to such concerns in Gondor? There is another man here that I came across, but he is strange. He possesses a grace that the Elves have but he is clearly of our kind. I have heard of the Dunedain but have never met this man, so it is possible he is one of their band.

I am not certain why I write this because you will perhaps never read it my love. I will ask Lord Elrond if there is a courier who will head towards Gondor, but the journey is very far. It is also unlikely there are any elves here who would send a correspondence to our people.

Writing this letter makes things easier to manage; I am thinking of you and the joy I find in your company. I hope this journey is not long and that I may return to you soon.

With all my love,

Boromir

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