Tolkien Fan Fiction
Tolkien Fan Fiction
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Birthday drabbles
By:Dwimordene
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Houses of Healing

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flick, the Boromir addict, wanted to see someone remembering Boromir.

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A Ranger knows when he's watched; at the rail, Faramir turns from contemplating Anduin. From the garden gate, the Ranger-king nods acknowledgment ere joining him, but 'tis not the river he watches.

"Sire."

"'Aragorn'. You seem pensive."

"I am." And to the expectant silence: "I'd always thought 't'would be Boromir and I on the field... to the last," he says.

Aragorn sighs. They speak no more 'til duty calls the king away.

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But just ere bed, a box comes for the Steward. Within he finds the vambrances, and so nearly misses the note:

To the last, son of Gondor. —A.