Fic: Inheritances (monkey off my back)

[musesfool]

This has been sitting for over a year, waiting for me to work it out. I'm still not thrilled, but I can't seem to make it work any better. Sigh

Comments

[leadensky]

oh.

Boromir, who so loved his people he was willing to trade his soul to save them;

Must go cry now.

- hg

[musesfool]

*offers tissues*

All your fault, you know.

Glad you liked the end result.

[fleurdeleo]

"But now he knows. This blood of his, it links him to the bones of the earth, the skin of the grass, the breath of the rivers, Elvish blood bred so far back into the line of Men that it is forever bound to this land. *He* is forever bound to this land, and he is no Elf."

Wow! Of course I loved the subject matter of this story. Very poignant. The part above was particularly well-written. I also thought you captured Aragorn's understanding that it's the people that make a kingdom and country, not the buildings. Very nice.

[musesfool]

Thanks so much. So glad it worked for you. It's not like you didn't hear me talk about this story a million times in the past year. *g*

[penknife]

I loved this, particularly This is what he fights for -- gallant men who have also given their lives, protecting what is rightfully his, what in any other land would have been theirs within a generation. Thanks.

[musesfool]

Thanks so much.

[siryn99]

He straps Boromir’s well-oiled leather vambraces onto his wrists and stares at the White Tree embroidered on them, reminding him of his promise, his birthright.

God, that was beautiful. Really lovely. I have never loved Aragorn more than do I at this moment.

[musesfool]

Thank you so much.

I have never loved Aragorn more than do I at this moment.

He finally starts understanding his birthright in that moment, I think, and the movie was so understated about it...

[ex_niciasus652]

Oh my. This story is absolutely gorgeous. Every single word slowly resolving to this one important conclusion:

Aragorn has one more talisman now, one more heirloom to add to his growing collection, and this is the first he's taken of his own volition.

He straps Boromir's well-oiled leather vambraces onto his wrists and stares at the White Tree embroidered on them, reminding him of his promise, his birthright.

His people.

His acceptance.

Thanks so much for sharing.

[musesfool]

Thank you so much. I'm so happy you like it.