First-met for caras_galadhon
A glimpse.
Ever the first meeting is the one that breaks him.
He can remember the terrible distance of the trek. The bitter cold of the mountains, deceptive calm of the lake. The fight and flight of Moria, tears held back because they could, in no way, further the purpose of their mission.
Even sending the boat over the falls- that he can contemplate without sadness.
No- It's the bitterness in Boromir's eyes that first meeting that does him in. What was lost, never to be refound, in a moment's jealousy over nothing that could be helped.
He holds the worn leather bracers in one hand and covers them with the other. You were my first Steward, and you served me well. I will always love you for that.
Art courtesy of The Theban Band.
Thanks to foxrafer for creating this event.