Tolkien Fan Fiction
| 18 |
| Second Place |
I'd forgotten about this one, until Denise reminded me. Then I had to search the Yahoo group to find it-I think the original is still trapped on my old computer. |
| It is strange, not to be the center of attention. Boromir watches his Uncle Imrahil laugh with Faramir over some absurdity in a book of history. His brother is happy, animated in a way that is never seen at home. In Minas Tirith Boromir is the Steward’s Heir, courted by everyone about him. Here he is but one of two cousins, with a slight preference given to the other. Imrahil misses little, and later there is a private talk. “I love you too, lad, but you know why it must be so,” he says. Boromir nods. “I quite agree, Uncle.” |