Drabbles: Departure and Return (LotR)
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przedTitles: Departure and Return
Author: P.R. Zed
Characters: Boromir, Faramir
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the Professor; the idea is mine
Notes: For the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tolkien_weekly "white" challenge.
Departure
A storm was brewing the day he left, dark thunderclouds piling up on the horizon muting the day's light. All the summer had been thus, dark and gloomy, as if the weather would imitate the mood of the besieged city.
He did not look back, fearing that his resolve to leave his people, his brother, would falter. But before cresting the hill that would take him out of sight of Gondor, Boromir turned. Then it was that the clouds broke and the sun illuminated the White City, giving him one last radiant vision to carry with him until his return.
Return
As he rode across the Pelennor Fields the White City rose up before him, its towers gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight, its banners snapping briskly in the breeze. Though Ithilien was now his home, Minas Tirith held a special place in Faramir's heart. He'd spent his boyhood in its stone streets, learning the ways of the world from his beloved brother.
He wished that Boromir had lived to see this day, lived to see Gondor at peace, its people content, its lands bountiful. In his mind's eye he saw Boromir triumphant, beckoning him home from atop the city's gleaming walls.
Author: P.R. Zed
Characters: Boromir, Faramir
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the Professor; the idea is mine
Notes: For the
tolkien_weekly "white" challenge.Departure
A storm was brewing the day he left, dark thunderclouds piling up on the horizon muting the day's light. All the summer had been thus, dark and gloomy, as if the weather would imitate the mood of the besieged city.
He did not look back, fearing that his resolve to leave his people, his brother, would falter. But before cresting the hill that would take him out of sight of Gondor, Boromir turned. Then it was that the clouds broke and the sun illuminated the White City, giving him one last radiant vision to carry with him until his return.
Return
As he rode across the Pelennor Fields the White City rose up before him, its towers gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight, its banners snapping briskly in the breeze. Though Ithilien was now his home, Minas Tirith held a special place in Faramir's heart. He'd spent his boyhood in its stone streets, learning the ways of the world from his beloved brother.
He wished that Boromir had lived to see this day, lived to see Gondor at peace, its people content, its lands bountiful. In his mind's eye he saw Boromir triumphant, beckoning him home from atop the city's gleaming walls.
