For the 26th
No, I haven't completely expended the muses on various challenges. As written for the Anniversary and cross-posted to fanfic_realm:
Title: First Love
Rating: G
Pairing:(if there are any) Boromir / well, you'll see...
Summary: Returning from his first campaign, Boromir takes another look at her.
Warning:(if there are any) Romance doesn't get much more genficcy.
“She’s beautiful,” Boromir murmured under his breath at the sight before him. How many times had he glanced upon her with blind eyes? How often had he walked away from her, never knowing just what it was he was leaving?
He had lingered too long, and his sergeant rode up beside him, but all thought of driving the Steward’s son on to be about his duties was forgotten when the soldier saw the awestruck expression upon Boromir’s face. “You act like you’ve never been here before, boy.” The elder man laughed.
“Have I?” The youth’s voice still held a trace of wonder, his eyes fixed upon the sight before him.
The sergeant allowed himself an indulgent grin, to which Boromir was completely oblivious. “Go on then,” he said, clapping the young man upon the shoulder.
Boromir started forward with a light shake of his head, leaping off his horse and starting towards the welcoming embrace of his beloved. Her gates opened to him, and behind him, Boromir could hear the chuckle of his commander. It was of no matter. After all this time, all this fighting, he was with her again. His Minas Tirith.
Title: First Love
Rating: G
Pairing:(if there are any) Boromir / well, you'll see...
Summary: Returning from his first campaign, Boromir takes another look at her.
Warning:(if there are any) Romance doesn't get much more genficcy.
“She’s beautiful,” Boromir murmured under his breath at the sight before him. How many times had he glanced upon her with blind eyes? How often had he walked away from her, never knowing just what it was he was leaving?
He had lingered too long, and his sergeant rode up beside him, but all thought of driving the Steward’s son on to be about his duties was forgotten when the soldier saw the awestruck expression upon Boromir’s face. “You act like you’ve never been here before, boy.” The elder man laughed.
“Have I?” The youth’s voice still held a trace of wonder, his eyes fixed upon the sight before him.
The sergeant allowed himself an indulgent grin, to which Boromir was completely oblivious. “Go on then,” he said, clapping the young man upon the shoulder.
Boromir started forward with a light shake of his head, leaping off his horse and starting towards the welcoming embrace of his beloved. Her gates opened to him, and behind him, Boromir could hear the chuckle of his commander. It was of no matter. After all this time, all this fighting, he was with her again. His Minas Tirith.