“Just one,” Pippin urged.
Boromir shrugged, smiling, “I am a soldier, Master Pippin, not a poet. Now, my brother Faramir…”
“Soldiers don’t sing?” Merry asked Aragorn, confused, for he’d heard Aragorn sing.
“They do,” Boromir amended, “Just not of normal things. They sing of heroes and – oh, all right. Just one then.”
He looked around at the interested group gathered around him. Aragorn and the hobbits nodded encouragingly.
“It’s called Captain Thorongil and the Corsairs.”
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