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modernincorrectlotrhobbit · 1 year

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Aragorn, to Boromir: There are two types of people in this group. Observe.

Aragorn: EVERYONE, the floor is lava!

Sam: *quickly helps Frodo, Merry, and Pippin onto the counter*

Legolas: *pushes Gimli off the sofa*

Aragorn: See?

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where-our-stories-start · 1 year

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hjbirthdaywishes · 10 days

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April 17, 2024

Happy 65 Birthday to Sean Bean.

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hetaczechia · 2 years

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[At Disneyland, on the teacup ride]

Gandalf and Aragorn: [spinning calmly, talking]

Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, Boromir, Legolas and Gimli: [flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming]

Gandalf: I told you not to bring them.

Aragorn: The real question is how did all of them get into one cup, Gandalf?

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cauliflowertree · 1 year

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boromir—you’re the one who’s calling me to heaven

summary: bonding over tea and night shifts.

word count: 1.2k

fanfiction no. 013

upon joining the fellowship of the ring, you had not anticipated the hatred that would penetrate you every time your night watch came along.

you loathed being a slave to the darkness with naught but distant snores for company or entertainment. it was tedious, to fiddle with the frays of your clothes and fight off sleep until your shift was finally at an end. you had unloaded this complaint unto boromir a number of times, the companion of whom you had grown particularly close to over the journey.

“why do you hate it so? it is a time to reflect and enjoy one’s own company,” boromir defended the task.

“it is insufferable. i wish i did not have to endure it alone, but alas if i were to keep someone up then they would be burdened with two night shifts. i cannot think of a punishment worse than that,” you shook your head, turning to boromir dejectedly.

“you talk of such a trivial matter with such seriousness,” he laughed. “you have much to be thankful for.”

“such as? having not been cooked for dinner by a pack of orcs?” you suggested with playful sarcasm.

“ha, they would not cook you.”

“i-”

“boromir! come!” called aragorn from the front of the company, saving him from a scolding.

he laughed as he left you, winking before he was too far for you to notice the gesture.

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night rolled in over the horizon, blanketing the hills and mountains with ominous darkness, leaving the company to situate themselves into a comfortable position and invite sleep, all except you, for you were on first watch this evening, as boromir had overheard earlier. he remembered your disdain for the assignment and decided then he should endeavour to stay up with you and take the watch immediately afterwards.

“i am here to keep you company,” he said softly as he approached you, a little distance away from the sleeping fellowship.

he offered you a cup of green leaf tea, which you accepted eagerly and gratefully. it was warm, but not hot—perfect.

“i could not ask you to do that. but since i did not, i shall accept your company,” you grinned, looking to the stars. “it is a beautiful clear night,” you hummed.

“do you know much of the stars?” asked boromir with gentle curiosity.

“no,” you confessed, “but i recognise the shapes i have seen before. i only wish i knew their names.”

“i wish i could inform you, but i cannot. we must remain ignorant together,” he smiled with a hint of an apology.

after a while talking and enjoying each other’s company, conversation turned down a deeper route, with twists and turns that exposed both you and boromir to tender vulnerability. yet you were not afraid to open yourself up to be seen by someone who seemed to leave judgement to the elves.

“do you wish to be feared or loved when you are steward of gondor?” you asked, picking at the grass beneath you, but keeping your eyes fixed to the man before you.

“i want to be worshipped, of course” he laughed away the seriousness of the question with his witty response.

“i mean truly?” you asked again, genuinely intrigued as to his response.

“i am not sure," he thought deeply for a moment. "though i love my father, i am one of the few. he perhaps, is more likely to be feared. my brother, faramir, would choose to be loved, and i do not blame him. he has faced the cold and distant temperament of my father all his life,” he explained earnestly. “i suppose my answer would be both,” he said after a moment of thinking.

“i shall allow it, just this once,” you narrowed your eyes.

“perhaps i should have chosen to be feared, then you might take me more seriously,” he chuckled.

“oh, should i be be wary of you?”

“no,” he shook his head, “i am a man who makes green leaf tea for his companions,” he gestured up his empty cup.

“a respectable man, then,” you said with pride.

“i should hope you thought so,” he replied, to which you felt compelled to keep your eyes fixed to the man in front of you, so close to you.

boromir’s gentle smile fell away as you watched him intently. perhaps you were thinking, perhaps he had embarrassed you—it was never his intention to do so. he had not thought before he spoke, but now that he had, he could not deny he was eager for an answer. though he did not believe it a question you were capable of answering, so instead he made the act of offering a response easier for you, and began to lean in.

he let his eyes flicker towards your lips, and even in the darkness you noticed this. was this what falling in love felt like? you had no idea. and as he leaned in closer, you felt an indescribable curiosity and desire to press your lips to his. without thinking, you began leaning forward to meet him halfway, eagerly anticipating the sensation of his lips against yours.

before this much desired contact, boromir placed his hand on your cheek, caressing it gently before moving it down to your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair. he pulled you in slowly, tilting his head to the side before finally closing his eyes and joining you and him together. his mouth moved daringly over yours, letting his tongue slip between your lips tentatively.

this was not your first embrace, but it was the first time you had felt so desperate for someone. you had never let your feelings grow for someone in this way, and the moment his tongue slipped between your lips, you found yourself clawing at the leather over his chest, and burying your hands in his hair.

you did not wish for him to pull away so soon, but he was conscious of the time you’d spent awake together, and the energy you needed to preserve for the day ahead.

“i believe we have both stayed awake for the second watch,” he said in-between breaths, his forehead pressed against yours.

“i suppose i know what this means,” you said sorrowfully.

“we need rest,” he stated plainly, “i shall wake the elf. but i want you close to me,” he confessed, staring at the ground below him.

“i will wait for you beside your covers,” you smiled, releasing his hand so the two of you could stand up.

boromir woke legolas, informing him of the time, to which legolas nodded sleepily but dutifully. swiftly moving on, he walked back to the rest of the group, where he found you making yourself comfortable beside his belongings. he smiled to himself as he made his way over and laid down beside you. the covers he owned were not big enough for the two of you, but you had brought your own along and sufficed that being close to him was enough.

he smoothed down your hair after you tucked yourself beneath his chin and whispered a soft ‘goodnight’ to you, before falling into a dreamless sleep.

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koyunsoncizeri · 1 year

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Boromir Beloved (open for better quality </3)

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bluefire-stims · 1 year

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Aragorn and Boromir stimboard for @lun4r-m055

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sauronnaise · 2 years

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In the books, Boromir blew his horn so hard the Balrog hesitated and didn't know what to do for a moment.

Clearly, someone has experience in getting honked at.

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archidrews · 2 years

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i don’t wanna talk about boromir’s relationship with merry and pippin. how he died defending them specifically. how he keeps fighting after every arrow because he looks up at them and they still need him. the absolute shock on their faces as they watch him die protecting them. the moment after the second arrow when he feels the mortality of his wounds, when he knows this is going to kill him, and he takes up his sword again when he looks at them. they don’t know what has happened with frodo and the ring. but boromir knows he will fight however he can to make amends for what he just did. and he died feeling that he failed merry and pippin. “they took the little ones.”

#NOBODY LOOK AT ME #boromir x merry x pippin #boromir of gondor #fotr #boromir #meriadoc brandybuck #peregrin took #lotr

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the-call-of-the-mountains · 1 year

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— sean bean as boromir of gondor in the lord of the rings

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thetempleofthemasaigoddess · 11 months

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THE LORD OF THE RINGS HEADCANON

Boromir and Eowyn never met, but before Théoden succumbed to Saruman's influence, Denethor had attempted to propose a marriage between the two, to strenghten the alliance between Gondor and Rohan.

It would have worked horribly, for a series of reasons.

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therandomfandomme · 2 years

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Lament for Boromir reflects the singers

Okay, so I'm having a lot of thoughts about this and I ranted to my grandmother about it, before realizing I can just have my rant here.

To get to the point, the Lament for Boromir is of course a lament wherein they remember Boromir as a person and mourn him. But what stood out to be is that the journeys/backgrounds of the singers, Aragorn and Legolas, are reflected in their verses, so my analysis of that is below the cut if you're interested :D

(it's a long post, so I won't subject you innocent scrollers to that)

This is the first verse, sung by Aragorn. It is from the Western wind, where Rivendell and thus his youth is from. It's where he wanders and indeed the focus is on the landscape through which Boromir has traveled.

Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows,

The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes.

'What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight?

Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?'

'I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide and grey.

I saw him walk in empty lands, until he passed away

Into the shadows of the North. I saw him then no more.

The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of Denethor.'

'O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar,

But you came not from the empty lands where no men are.'

In this verse Boromir is the tall, though he is shorter than Aragorn, though in those parts he's not yet met the ranger and is therefor a tall noble man still.

The West is described like a peaceful place where far travels are possible through empty lands, for the elves are not often seen by others and especially humans are not regular travelers there. It is also a bit the mystery of Gondor of the place woven in since they have little stories from there, which is a nifty detail that I like.

Then there is the sentence 'the shadows of the North' which is interesting in relation to Aragorn, who sees the North as the dark place where he got his heavy burden of a heritage.

And then at the end, it is again repeatsed 'empty lands where no men are' reflecting that Aragorn himself does not consider himself a man at that point in the journey also.

This second verse is sung by Legolas and is the South. The feature about the South that is highlighted is the sea, the same sea that gives Legolas his homesickness for the undying lands.

From the mouths of the sea the South Wind flies, from the sandhills and the stones;

The wailing of the gulls it hears, and at the gate it moans.

'What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve?

Where now is Boromir the fair? He tarries and I grieve!'

'Ask me not of where he doth dwell—so many bones there lie

On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky;

So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea.

Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!'

'O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs south,

But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey sea's mouth.'

It has a more melancholic vibe and nature truly has a voice, since it is the sea that sings. This is more elven culture. The elves who communicate with nature, listen to the voices of the in the wind, teach trees to speak, who find the fairness in all places. And indeed a fair elves ascribes that part of his culture to his fallen friend.

Also the sentence 'So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea.' stands out to me when sung by Legolas. Since it speaks of many long years witnessing many passings (not just by humans who he outlives, but also of relatives over the sea).

The Anduin is also a river that flows through Lothlorien, an elven kingdom. This is another tie in to Legolas' heritage.

The last verse is again sung by Aragorn (not Gimli, curiously, but I think that is also because 1. Aragorn and Boromir's journey's are pareallel and intertwined and 2. dwarves are not really involved in Boromir's journey since he is human distrusting elves, learning to accept a human king that is more elven in culture).

From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls;

And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls.

'What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to me today?

What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away.'

'Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he fought.

His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to the water brought.

His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest;

And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its breast.'

'O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze

To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.'

This verse is the North. The North where the kingdoms of old were and were Aragorns bloodline is from. The bloodline to the throne. And indeed it starts with the Gate of Kings and a mighty wind that rides on towards the battle with a ringing horn. Like Boromir imagined himself arriving home alongside Aragorn.

Here Boromir is ascribed with the Bold, a noble, familiar title as Aragorn draws closer to Gondor and accepting his kingly heritage through Boromir.

Also the broken sword is a detail I'd like to highlight as very fitting for Aragorn to sing (kind of the line of Stewards breaks as the line of the King is reforged).

And then it ends with the Tower of Guard looking towards the North for their next in line, their commander and leader, who is not coming as Boromir, but Aragorn. (Like he's literally coming from the Gate of Kings, having accepted his role, while Boromir died before he could pass through them, truly end of an era symbolism here).

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Anyway, this might not be organized and a bit ramble-y, but I hoped you enjoyed it and agree with my observations :D

If you have anything to add feel free to reblog or comment, because I just adore Boromir and the Lament for Boromir and just his arc and the meaning and symbolism of it within the journey of the fellowship!

Thanks for reading <33

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bonniebirddoesgifs · 1 year

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Bonniebirddoesgifs:

Boromir (LOTR) - Credit if using

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hetaczechia · 2 years

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Boromir: *driving down the freeway at 90mph with Panic! At The Disco blasting*

Merry and Pippin: *singing along*

Boromir: *slams on the breaks to avoid hitting the traffic in front of them while they all scream*

Pippin:

Merry:

Boromir:

Boromir: NOBODY TELLS Aragorn.

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where-our-stories-start · 2 years

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#lotr #lord of the rings #the fellowship of the ring #boromir #boromir of gondor #boromir son of denethor #frodo baggins #sean bean #elijah wood

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bh-52 · 1 year

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If I could add one thing from the book to The Fellowship of the Ring's film adaptation, it's the lament for Boromir.

Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows

The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes.

‘What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight?

Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?

‘I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide and grey,

I saw him walk in empty lands until he passed away

Into the shadows of the North, I saw him then no more.

The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of Denethor,

‘O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar,

But you came not from the empty lands where no men are.’

From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, from the sandhills and the stones,

The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it moans.

‘What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve?

Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.

‘Ask not of me where he doth dwell – so many bones there lie,

On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky,

So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea.

Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!’

‘O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs south,

But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey sea’s mouth’.

From the Gate of the Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls,

And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls.

‘What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to me today?

What news of Boromir the bold? For he is long away.’

‘Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he fought,

His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to the water brought.

His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest,

And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its breast.

‘O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze,

To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days

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