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aphroditesmoon · 1 year

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if you are still accepting requests, please could we have one where reader has to care for a sick (and stubborn!) boromir?

let time heal

boromir son of denethor ii x reader

warnings: mentions of battle, wounds, being sick

a/n: hope it's to your liking<33

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You could hear a loud crashing sound accompanied by a sound of a man cursing loudly as you're mixing up the porridge for Boromir.

He is relentless, convinced that he should be there in battle despite his conditions.

"You can't even walk straight, better to sit tight where you're at." You yelled out from where you are.You heard no reply, but the very image of his scowl is conjured to your mind, fished out a small smile from your face.

When you've arrived back to his bedside, he's in the same position before you left as if he had never even attempted to escape your nursing. "Do you ever do as your told?" You tease whilst trying to fight the porridge off of his hand to feed him yourself.

"I'm not a child, I'm the captain of gondor." He states plainly. "No, you're sick. That's what you are. Now own up, here comes the choo choo-"

His mouth remains closed, and eyes glaring at you through your soul. You're sure if he hadn't broken three ribs and twisted his arm, he'd have strangled you for that.

"You're not funny." He snaps. "The wounds are on my ribs, not my fingers." You give no reply, shoving the spoon in his mouth. He eats it depressingly.

After a long gruesome eating session for him, Boromir finally relaxes and stops fussing to try and get up. You assume he's just embarrassed to be nursed like a child, but after the blow he'd received from the orcs, his injuries were not minor. And he knew that as much as you.

Night time came, the clouds starts to darken slowly, and per his begging, you tried your best to help him up to sit outside of the corners of your house, to view the sun setting and stars rising.

You help him down on the bench and he mutters a thank you as he slumps againts the walls of your house while you indulge yourself by leaning your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes, the proximity allowing you to hear every breath he inhales and exhale.

When you finally open your eyes, you found Boromir already staring at you, eyes tired but so awake as he gazes down upon you. You keep the gazing intact, both of you enjoying the comfortable silence of mutual understanding of eachother.

"You're looking worse than me, you know?" He speaks finally, softly.

You raise a brow at him and let out a short laugh. "If that was somewhat an attempt to make me allow you to travel back to minas tirith on horseback, it's is a lousy one. Those broken ribs will remain broken if you don't let time heal it." You chided.

He shook his head, eyes free of any grudge. "Yet will time heal my heart if anything had befallen my friends, and I could not be there to protect them?"

"Boromir, you can't save everyone." You sighed out. He was silent then, almost as if you had struck him speechless with a sword

He blinked out of his trance and looks away from you, eyes enchanted by the stars now. "No, but I could try." He whispers out.

You grinned to yourself, watching his hopeful face try to capture the night's beauty with his eyes. "Look at you, so keen to save the world, yet you won't even let me try and save you from dying." His face snaps towards you and you notice his usual frown making it home again. "Protect me from what? the dangers of holding a spoon with my own hands?" He asks challengingly.

"From tripping over nothing and banging you head on window frames." You answer easily, recalling the multiple times it happened today only.

He rolls his eyes and looks back to the sky, failing to hide the small smile at the corner of his lips. "That was one time." He mumbled to himself.

It was not one time.

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girlwarlock · 1 year

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Hello i thought you might like to know that my wife and i just adopted a cat who is orange and he has One Whole Braincell and won't loaf on the two whole couches in the house because apparently the only option is on top of the rabbit hutch or the rug?? He is v dumb and i wanted to share bc it makes me giggle to see him be Snoopy but a cat

This is extremely important information and I love it.

My cat* will loaf wherever but he prefers a sideflop and also his loaves are weird because he holds his front paws cocked in a weird way that always results in his little elbows sticking up past his spine?

we call him a little roast chicken because the total effect of all his bumps and curves is the impression of a chicken trussed up for roasting.

Boris is technically not an orange cat but he has a very orangecreamsicle colored belly and really he's an orange cat where it counts: in the vacant space between his wee little ears.

[*technically my sister's cat but she's my roommate and boris loves me more]

#captain of the guard of the city of minas tirith boromir II son of denethor and first of his name #<- aka 'boris' aka 'bubbles' aka 'brisket' aka 'bobo'

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anghraine · 2 years

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Are you familiar with the crack theory that Faramir is Gandalfs son? It explains why Denethor doesnt trust him, why Gandalf risks everything to save him, and why Sam thinks that he has an air of Wizards. I dont buy it myself, but I think it is an interesting theory. Love that you love Farawyn btw it is my otp haha!

I... uh, no, haven't run into that particular iteration before. I'm a solid "no" on it myself, I'll admit—Denethor himself has a similar air according to Pippin (before seeing Faramir), so attributing Faramir's directly to Gandalf seems weird and unnecessary to me, and I dislike "Finduilas cheated on Denethor" theories/headcanons on general principle. OTOH I'd be genuinely amused (despite not seeing Gandalf as a sexual being at all and not thinking it at all probable) at the prospect of Gandalf/Rían daughter of Barahir or Gandalf/Morwen daughter of Belecthor.

Thanks about Faramir/Éowyn! It is a truly excellent pairing :)

#it's slightly funnier if it's rían bc denethor is named after her son #and then named his firstborn after that denethor's son boromir #and we don't know anything about denethor i's father!#i mean. wildly improbable in any case. but imagine denethor (ii)'s reaction to having gandalf as an ancestor #also gandalf going on about denethor's elite ancestry and how whatever the particulars of it blahblah #would become 10x funnier #eamonorus blog #respuestas #legendarium blogging #denethor #gandalf #faramir #otp: and the sun shone

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freydis-shieldmaiden-of-rohan · 1 year

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#boromir #faramir #brothers #sons of denethor ii #the lord of the rings #Miia— Dynasty #song lyrics

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sillylotrpolls · 8 months

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Yes, these are your only choices.

Yes, these are all pairings with multiple fics on Archive of Our Own in the Lord of the Rings - All Media Types category.

Yes, I did deliberately exclude incest ships. You're welcome.

#lotr #lord of the rings #poll #polls #shipping #woke up and chose violence #I have some guesses as to the winner(s)#but my audience and ao3's audience are not entirely the same #'Gloin's canonical wife' will never fail to crack me up #I don't know why #it's just so perfectly absurd and earnest at the same time #also seriously debating doing one of these just for Legolas #he's in SO MANY fun ships #depending on your definition of 'fun'

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silmarillion-ways-to-die · 1 month

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These were just off the top of my head. Reblog with any other faves!

#tolkien #jrr tolkien #lord of the rings #silmarillion #the hobbit #lotr #lotr rop #lotr trop #fantasy #lotr poll #tolkien polls #tolkien tumblr

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middleearthpixie · 11 months

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Promise Me ~ Prologue

Summary: Friends since childhood, Gabriella has long held back her feelings where Boromir is concerned, as she did not want to risk losing his friendship if he didn't feel the same. But, then he is summoned to Rivendell, and the night before he is to leave, he stuns Gabriella by confessing his feelings for her as well.

But, war is coming and he cannot put off what he knows must be done. All Gabriella can do is wait for him and pray for his safe return.

Fandom: The Lord of the Rings (AU, Boromir lives)

Pairing: Boromir x ofc Gabriella

Characters: Boromir

Warnings: Some angst…

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.1k

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“You can swing at me, you know. You are not about to hit me.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Gabriella grunted as she sat up. Her sword lay on the ground beside her, her arms ached from the effort of wielding it, despite the fact that it was made especially for her. Not only that, but it was commissioned by the man now standing over her, looking more than a little smug as he folded his arms over a broad chest.

“So, why don’t you?” Those thick arms unfolded and he held out a large hand with deceptively elegant fingers.

She lay her hand in his and let him draw her up. “I don't know. I suppose I fear hurting you.”

He chuckled. “I think it would take more than what you could deliver to hurt me, Gabby. Come, let’s try again.”

“No. I’m sore and tired and my arms might very well fall off if I so much as think about swinging that blasted blade even one more time.”

He moved to pick up the blade in question, then handed it to her. “I don’t know when the next time I’ll be able to spar with you will come, you know.”

“Don’t remind me, please.” She took the sword from him, carefully slipped it back into its scabbard, then looked up at him, squinting as the sun sinking into the horizon behind him temporarily blinded her. She blinked the spots from her eyes and looked instead at him. Boromir, oldest son of Denethor II, Steward of Gondor, and her closest friend in all of Middle Earth. They’d grown up together, and in recent times he was away from Minas Tirith more often than he was there. But when he did come home, he made certain to come by the tavern and see her. And if he planned to be around for more than several days, he found the time to work in a sparring session with her.

Come the sunrise, he’d be leaving. Rivendell was his destination and he would not say why he’d been summoned there, which meant it couldn't possibly be good. War was coming. She knew it. They all knew it. For the last several weeks, men had been working almost round the clock to attempt to fortify the city, to evacuate as many of the women and children as they could.

“You’re staring,” he broke into her reverie, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“At you? Hardly,” she snorted. “Why would I stare at you?”

A lie. Of course she stared at him. How could she not, when he was, quite simply, the handsomest man in all of Gondor? He was tall and broad of shoulder and chest, with hair the color of fresh honey and eyes the same green as a lush meadow after a spring rain. He was noble and proud and kind and strong.

And he saw her as nothing more than a friend. The sister he’d never had.

One dark gold brow rose ever so slightly. “Why, indeed.” He glanced up at the thickening clouds. “Let me see you home before the rains come.”

She nodded and they set off back toward the tavern not far from the inn. Her family ran said tavern, and lived above it and while her best friend Dora liked to tease her about someday marrying Boromir, Gabriella knew such a match was unlikely to happen. He showed little interest in any woman, and even less in the notion of marrying any time soon. Of course, the time would come when his father would decide it was absolutely time, and so would choose a suitable bride for his son.

And that bride would not be the daughter of the tavern keeper.

They made an odd pair as it was, but no one seemed troubled by it, and she valued his friendship above all else, so if friends was all they were to be, she would treasure it still.

“Do you truly have to go? It’s grown so dangerous to travel beyond the city walls.”

“We’ve talked about this, Gabby. And yes, I truly do have to go.”

She peered up at him as they walked. He was almost a head and a half taller than her, and always gave off that feeling of security. No matter what, she was safe with him and she knew it. He made certain she did.

“The side of my face grows hot.” He stopped and turned toward her. “Going to tell me you aren’t staring again?”

“Not this time, no.” She shook her head. “I am instead trying to find a reason to convince you to stay.”

“Gabby,” a hint of a smile pulled at the corners of his lips, “please stop. Staying is not an option. You know this, so please stop asking me to.”

“I know, I sound like a child and I pout like one, but I’m terrified something will happen to you. Something terrible.”

He caught her hands in his and her heart gave a mighty leap at the way the air seemed to crackle around them. His hands were rough from riding, and large enough that they swallowed hers. “I will be fine and when I return, you will laugh at yourself for being so worried.”

“And if you aren’t? If you don’t?” She looked up at him. “I know that sounds so ominous and dramatic, but—”

“Gabby,” he broke in gently, his normally guarded eyes softening as they met hers, “I will.”

Thunder rolled low in the distance as he held her gaze and her heart sped up as she whispered, “Promise me.”

“I promise you. And perhaps by then you will have finally worked up both the nerve and the strength to knock me down.”

“I most definitely will.”

He winked then. “Promise me.”

“I promise you.”

“Good.” He bobbed his head slightly. “Because I will be back. I have a very good reason to be, you know.”

“Well, yes, you have to take your place eventually as steward.”

“Yes, but that’s not quite what I mean.”

Her heart sped up again as his eyes grew softer still and the crackle in the air seemed louder now. Loud enough that she almost expected to see very real sparks shoot between them. The fine hairs along her arms stood and a slight, teasing chill ran along her spine.

He leaned over and their lips met in a gentle kiss that had her curling her toes in her boots and her fingers about his. His lips were so incredibly soft, much more so than she’d ever imagined, and she had to fight back the rising sigh as they moved against hers. The neatly trimmed hair of his mustache and beard tickled, but only for a moment as he tilted his head slightly, parted those soft lips, and the tip of his tongue eased between her lips to caress hers.

His one hand fell from hers to come to rest on her hip, then he eased that arm about her waist to tug her flush against him and her heart soared as his kiss deepened, as he bent her body back just enough. It wasn't her first kiss, but it was the sweetest she’d ever received and he drew back to press his forehead to hers, a sheepish smile playing at his lips. “I’ve wanted to do that for some time now.”

“I’ve wanted you to for some time,” she replied softly.

“So then you are not about to slap me?”

“Not this time, no.”

He chuckled softly. “Good.”

This time when he kissed her, there was no hesitation, and she melted against him as he wrapped her in his arms as if he’d never let her go.

The next morning, she slipped away from the tavern to head to the stables, where Boromir was readying his horse. She came around the corner, not wanting to startle him, and called, “I thought you’d be gone by now.”

He peered over one shoulder at her. “Trying to get rid of me, are you?”

“What do you think?”

He turned away from his horse. “I thought you’d be with the others to see me off, actually.”

“I will. But, I wanted a moment alone to give you something.”

“What’s that?”

“This.” She closed the gap between them and held out her hand. Coiled in her palm, on a delicate silver chain, lay a silver medallion with a bear etched into it.

He lifted puzzled green eyes to her. “Gabby?”

She smiled despite her heavy heart. “My father gave it to me when I was a child because I was afraid of the dark. The first night I slept in the dark alone, I was so scared, it took me forever to actually fall asleep. But, I remained in my own bed and left him and Mama alone and so he had this made for me. He told me it was a symbol of my courage and that the bear would watch over me on the nights when I was still scared.”

“I cannot take this.”

“You can,” she caught him by the wrist to turn his hand palm up, let the silver chain spill into the middle of said palm, then closed his fingers over it, “and you will. But, just so you know, I expect it back some day.”

“Are you certain?”

“I am.”

“Very well. If you’re certain.” His eyes softened once more. “Would you put it on me? I’d rather not mangle the clasp.”

“Of course.” She took it and, despite her heavy heart, smiled as he turned away from her. “You’ll have to crouch a bit, I’m afraid.”

“Oh, sorry.” He did as she said and bent his knees to bring him low enough for her to fasten the delicate chain about his neck.

He straightened up then and turned back to her, tucking the medallion beneath the neck of his tunic. “You are certain about this?”

“I am, yes. As I said, I expect it back, so now you have a reason to return.”

“I have more than one reason, Gabby. And I will return.”

Her eyes stung as she nodded slowly and whispered, “Promise me.”

“I promise you.” He bent to her, his kiss light and gentle and when he drew back, his eyes were soft. “I will be back.”

“You had better, Boromir.”

“I just promised you, didn't I?” He stepped back and caught the reins in one hand. “And I will be.”

She nodded, pressing her lips together to keep them from trembling. Her throat tightened. Her eyes stung. “Be careful, won’t you? It’s so very dangerous beyond these walls.”

“I will be fine.”

“I know. But I’ll still worry just the same.” She closed the space between them once more, easing her arms about his waist, and let her head come to rest against his chest. Beneath his tunic, his heart beat softly, and she desperately wished they had more time. She should have spoken up long before now, but she was so terrified of ruining their friendship that she kept her budding feelings for him carefully tucked away. But if she’d been brave enough to risk it, they would have had time to share more than a couple of tender kisses.

He folded her into his embrace and she bit down on her bottom lip at the gentle pressure of him kissing the top of her head. “I will be fine,” he whispered once more.

She nodded, although she wasn't nearly as confident and he held her for another moment or two, then, with a deep breath, pulled away. “I really must go now, Gabby. I’ve a long ride ahead of me.”

“I know.” She swiped at her cheeks, at the stupid, stubborn tears that refused to remain at bay.

“Don't cry,” he told her, reaching out to brush his thumb along her left cheek.

“I can’t help it. My stupid eyes will not listen to reason.” She swallowed hard against the lump in her throat and stepped out of his reach. “You should go. Everyone else is waiting to see you off.”

He bobbed his head and then swung up into the saddle. “I will see you soon, Gabriella.”

She managed a smile. “Promise me.”

He winked. “I promise you.”

“I’m holding you to it, you know.”

“I fully intend to keep it.” He clicked his tongue against his teeth, and his horse ambled down the path from the stable to the road.

She had planned to follow, to join the others in seeing him off, but as he grew smaller, she couldn’t bring herself to move. His scent hung in the air—leather and hints of horse and cloves—and as the silence settled about her, she finally gave up trying to hold back the flood of tears burning the backs of her eyeballs.

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slytherincursebreaker · 4 days

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Preview of Ranger's task.

"Boromir!"

The men chanted his name.

During the victory of Osgiliath as Boromir on top of the ruined tower holding the banner of Gondor.

"This city was once the jewel of our kingdom. A place of light and beauty and music. And so it shall be once more!" as he raises his sword and the crowds cheer.

"Let the armies of Mordor know this, Never again will the land of my people fall into enemy hands."

more cheers

"This city of Osgiliath has been reclaimed"

he raises his sword again.

"for Gondor!" Boromir shouted.

"for Gondor!" they cheered.

"for Gondor!" Boromir repeat as the men cheered.

As the celebration dimmed down and the troops went back to Minas Tirith to see their families again.

The young ranger sees his father without his armor forlorn look as he glance to the ruined city they retook.

"Father...?" young man called to him.

He turned to see him, his son, the son who he and dancer from travelers had conceived out of love, his son drew his first breath wife drew her last. He took him in after an argument with his father Denethor II, He reluctantly accept him as his legitimate grandson and possible heir to the Stewardship if Boromir perished. He was cold to him despite he was Boromir's child. But his uncle Faramir who treated him kindly. He was trained as a ranger like his uncle when he got older.

Boromir smiled as from small boy who try to hit him with a wooden sword, grown into a fine young man.

"Osferth" as the two hugged.

"I heard from uncle Faramir that you will be heading to Rivendell..." he said.

"yes it's an important mission from your grandfather.." he said sadly smiled at him.

But in truth Osferth overheard them about the ring but he didn't say anything.

"but I heard that you will be departing for Rohan." he said.

"yes not glorious as your task father but it's still something and better than staying at Minas Tirith..." he smiled sheepishly, he didn't want to stay where his grandfather would glare at him.

"will you tell me everything once this is over"

"Once the war is over I will tell you everything until then farewell my son." he said as Osferth went to his horse and rode off. But before he leave he turned to see his father waving at him. He smiled then leave for the long journey to Rohan.

It was the last time he saw his father.

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This is going to be right after chapter 20 of the night is long. I thought about for a long time and I was like you know what Fudge I'm making this series.

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softboiledwonderland · 5 months

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Categories: F/M, Gen Relationships: Boromir (Son of Denethor II)/Original Female Character(s), Aragorn | Estel & Boromir (Son of Denethor II), Boromir (Son of Denethor II) & Gandalf | Mithrandir Characters: Boromir (Son of Denethor II), Original Female Character(s), Aragorn | Estel, Gandalf | Mithrandir, Legolas Greenleaf, Gimli (Son of Glóin), Éowyn (Tolkien), Other Character Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: Drama, Angst, Friendship, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Boromir Lives, Sort Of, Modern Character in Middle Earth, a very extended redemption arc for Boromir, not that I think he needs it, but he’s getting one anyway Summary: Boromir fell beneath Amon Hen and was given to the River – and the River gave him back. What price will he and those who love him have to pay for his return? And who set it for them? Or: Boromir Lives, with a twist.

#lord of the rings #boromir #boromir fanfiction #boromir lives AU #aragorn #lotr #in case your monday wasn't dark and cold enough #there's some warmth in there too though #at least I think so <3

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dragonsbone · 1 year

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too many ideas, too lazy to write ✨ ↳ rínien & arion, when the chaos comes ⚔️

Denethor II of Gondor was a man of many things. He was noble, powerful, and full of pride. After his father’s death in T.A. 2984, Denethor became a mighty ruler. The kind of lord the Gondorians worshiped as “kingly”. He was magnificent, valiant, and a true leader the people were proud to follow.

Yes, Denethor was a man of many things, but a devoted father was not among them.

Rínien uncovered that pitiful truth upon the moment she came into this world. The Ruling Steward’s wife, Finduilas, suffered through a long, excruciating, and unbearable labor until her body could no longer bear the hardship. A life for a life. As the Gondorians would say whilst they wept for the loss of their lady and rejoiced for the birth of the Daughter of Gondor. Though, in the midst of their grief and celebration, the heart of Denethor grew cold and bitter towards his only daughter and second son, Faramir, for he believed they were the ones who drained the beauty and life of his dear lady.

The role of a father rested upon the shoulders of the eldest son, Boromir. At the bright age of ten, he protected his younger siblings throughout their youth and taught them everything he had known. Thereafter, Boromir, Faramir, and Rínien became inseparable. The children of Gondor trained together, fought together, and one day hoped to die together.

When a strange dream plagued the three, they sought counsel from their lord father. A task was thrusted upon them to seek the land of Imladris. A dangerous task the eldest brother took upon himself to protect his younger siblings for what may lie ahead. Faramir respected his brother’s wish and remained in Gondor. Meanwhile, Rínien could not stand by and let her elder brother face it alone. That very night, she fled her home to follow Boromir on the journey to Rivendell.

Their expedition lasted 110 days until they reached their destination, where they were immediately thrown into a mission they did anticipate. The chance to destroy the One Ring of the Dark Lord Sauron. To accomplish this goal, they joined a fellowship of a familiar Wizard, a daring Elf, a boastful Dwarf, a skilled Ranger of the North, four peculiar Hobbits, and the rightful heir of Gondor.

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aphroditesmoon · 1 year

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lady of the lake

boromir son of denethor II x forestfairy!reader

summary: you save the captain of the white tower who was thought dead as he floats in the river of anduin.

warnings:lotr spoiler, physical assault(unintentionally?), reader is describes as small bcs she is a fairy but no size, skin color or other description is specified.

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Boromir awoke with a loud gasp, his chest tightening at the throbbing pain it endured.

His eyes bulged out and as soon s it met the hands that were holding him down by his shoulders, instinctively his own moved to curl his fingers around the neck of his attacker.

The squeak that came out of the said person urged him to break from his trance and immediately as he takes in your presence, his hands releases his hold on you.

His own pain that shoots from his chest and back makes him groans as he falls back at the comforting bed that has held him.

You regained your composure quick as you rise back again towards him, your worried eyes meeting his grave ones.

"Where am I-?" He croaked out.

Your hands found his again, fingers intertwining with his, and he finds himself relaxing againts your touch.

"Be calm friend." You spoke for the first time.

"Your heart beats fast but your mind and body might not be so quick to follow." He had no idea if your words were an insult or an assessment, but you were right, his panic was overtaking him, for neither is weak body or his confused mind could keep up with what was happening.

As you note his breath finally being even, a slow smile tugs on your lips.

"Knight of Gondor, you are safe in my home. I've found you floating down the Anduin river, you were severely wounded, but you bring luck within you as I've managed to fix you up quite fast." You explain.

Boromir stares at the ceiling above him, dazed. Recalling the last moments before he became unconscious.

They must've thought him dead, hell, he should be dead.

His mind wanders back at his savior, trying to piece together how she must've brought him back to life.

"You- you saved me?" He asks hoarsely. You nod simply with your never dimming smile.

"You shouldn't." He concluded. Your smile fell and a frown set upon your face.

Before grieve could cloud over him even more, he coughs violently. You were at his side in seconds as you lend him a handkerchief.

You sprinted to your kitchen then, fetching him warn water to drink.

"Rest, you are still unwell, we will speak more when you're better." You assure him as he easily agrees, too tired to argue.

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That night, you helped him sit up againts the headboard of the bed, feeding him pumpkin soup while he argues he can feed himself and you completely ignoring him.

He seems worn out still, so you expected him to be asleep while you did the dishes.

How suprised you were to come back to him half dressed in dried old clothes, gently reaching for his weapons.

"What are you doing? You're not supposed to be walking yet!" You exclaimed. He halted at your words before sighing.

"My lady I-, I am grateful for your kindness and hospitality but I fear I must get back to my companions, they need me-" He starts.

"You mustn't- you're still terribly wounded, I need to change your bandage, and you need rest." You insisted.

"I don't care, can't you see? I've already failed them once, I can't again."

You were silent for a moment. He was sure you didn't understand what he means,. and hopefully thinks him mad and would let him go.

"You would not make it a day on road or by boat to Minas Tirith-" You start. "-And if you are worried about your two hobbit friends, then don't anymore, they've been saved by the forest, far away from the orcs and danger."

He flinched at the mention of Merry and Pippin, eyes narrowing at you.

"And how would you know?" He drawled.

"If you had asked me who I was, I would've told you already. I am the lady of the lake. The water, the trees, and the flowers all speak to me, and I to them." You state matter of fact-ly.

He stared at you for a second then blinked. "This isn't a lake, this is a cottage."

Unintentionally, you burst out a laugh, surprising him, though he them slowly descended his frown into a short smile.

"The lake is outside." You giggled out.

"Oh, right." He swallowed, face turning red.

"A-Are you like, the lady Galadriel then?" He asks stuttering.

Your eyes widen at the mention of the divine lady Galadriel.

"Oh heavens no! I'm just a forest fairy, a nothing rock compared the the diamond the lady Galadriel is." You immediately respond, laughing again, cheeks tinted red as you cherish the compliment of being compared to her.

As your laughter died down, you sighed gently before meeting his eye. "Stay for two days, let me make sure your wounds won't reopen, and then you can leave, I'll even pack you some food for your journey." You reasoned with him.

He wanted to say yes immediately then, with the way you're insistent in caring for him, his soft heart was unable to say no. But still hiding in brave man's face, he pretends to think.

After sighing a few times and shaking his head, he looks at you and nod.

"If you insist." He finally says.

You smile at him, and his heart breaks into million pieces. "I do."

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tarvastries · 1 year

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Of Arthur Pendragon and Boromir, son of Denethor II. Of fathers and sons and the pressures put on the latter by the former. Of the weight of expectation that divides them. And of the love that remains in spite of it.

Lord of the Rings | BBC Merlin

#hi hello how’s everyone today #as we can all see I’m Not Well About This At All #and this is only part 1! :D #excuse the quality of the photos I did this entirely on my phone #for anyone wondering the lyrics at top and bottom are from ‘the valley’ by the oh hellos and ‘eight’ by sleeping at last #lotr #bbc merlin #boromir #arthur pendragon #sav speaks

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anghraine · 6 months

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Most of us in Tolkien fandom (at least in these parts) have a profound affection for some passingly mentioned female character we know almost nothing about.

Today's for me: Rían of Gondor, daughter of the Steward Barahir, sister of the Steward Dior, and mother of the Steward Denethor I (not to be confused with Boromir and Faramir's father, Denethor II).

She's one of the few named Gondorian women, but we know even less about her than most. We don't know who her husband was. We don't know what she thought or felt or did with regard to anything. All we know is that, while not the Steward herself, she was the first woman the rule of Gondor had ever passed through.

The Stewards committed their rule like a kingship, father to eldest son, and it was the established position of Gondor that its rule couldn't pass through women (see Princess Fíriel!). Perhaps the Stewards or the Council of the time justified changing their policy through the absence of a technical king, but the Stewards received the powers of absent kings from day 1 and were described by Gandalf as more powerful than actual kings like Théoden. The Ruling Stewards passed the Stewardship in exactly the same way as the kings had passed the crown—until Rían and Denethor.

If their excuse was that they weren't really kings, it would be pretty transparently an excuse to let the rule of Gondor pass through a woman's lineage for the first time.

What part did Rían play in this? Did she have to fight to get the White Rod in Denethor's hands? Was she a voluntary participant in the whole thing at all? What was her relationship like with her brother Dior, who passed the Stewardship to her son? Her relationship with Denethor himself? What about the unnamed but presumably existent husband (a kind of fun reversal of the usual "implied but unnamed women," lol)?

I want to knowwww.

#i'm so curious about rían but she barely exists textually ;_;#anghraine babbles #long post #rían daughter of barahir #steward dior #legendarium blogging #steward denethor i #húrinionath #ondonórë blogging #mannnn if the stewards' excuse /was/ that they weren't kings so technically women's lineage could count for the stewardship #it would be kind of incredible tbh—especially when you consider that they're descendants of elendil who aren't in the succession #likely because they're descended through women #oh yeah we're totally not kings. humility is very important. we're so unkingly that lady rían's son can rule gondor :)

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