This is a companion piece to Little Ones
The warrior tightens his arms around the small bodies that flank him. The halflings sleep at last, strengthened by his protective embrace.
Sighing, Boromir remembers another time, not so long ago, when the tearstained cheeks and wide eyes had belonged to another. He’d held this other little one, a boy trying so hard to be a man, while a violent summer storm bathed the tower with fury.
“I’m not afraid!” The boy buried his face as thunder shook the room.
“No, of course not.” His affectionate reply had held a hint of laughter.
Brother, will I ever see you again?