A brotherís hand, cold, pale. Live. Donít leave me.
Softly spoken suggestions, to go, rest, return later. I canít.
Watched the struggle of a belovedís chest, erratic rise and fall. Be strong. You are my strength.
Recalled last words: "Never fear, I return soon."
Never fear? Only you could ďneverĒ my fears.
Banish them without you? No.
Balm spread on wounds, cooling cloths for fever. What more?
Another ragged breath, head stirs restlessly. Pain. I canít bear this.
Eyes open, look listlessly into mine. Boromir, itís me.
The smallest smile. He remembers.
Gazed affection carries me, bound to him.