FIC: Blood Song (LotR)

[przed]

Title: Blood Song
Author: P.R. Zed
Character: Boromir
Rating: PG-ish
Disclaimer: The Professor owns the characters; the story is mine own.
Author's Note: For the tolkien_weekly History of Violence challenge.


Lunge. Parry. Thrust and another Orc falls to his sword. He retreats, his weapon ready, keeping himself between the enemy and the Hobbits he has sworn to protect.

Another Orc moves forward and he blocks this new attack with his blade. His nerves sing as his body does what he has trained it to do: fight. Defend. Kill.

As his sword plunges home yet again, he wonders if his training was his undoing, wonders if his devotion to the martial way, to violence, blinded him to what must be done, what Frodo must do.

Honour in tatters, he fights on.

Comments

[ribby.livejournal.com]

Augh!! *sobs* So perfectly Boromir--and so terribly sad, as it must be.

Beautiful!

~Kris

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

*cries*

[kortirion.livejournal.com]

Oh you have caught the warrior so perfectly - trained to fight, all he has left is his honour.

*wipes tear away*

[seleneheart]

I think you have caught perfectly what led to his narrow minded refusal to see the Ring as anything other than a weapon.

[faramir-boromir.livejournal.com]

Ditto ditto ditto. Everything already said above, all true. You've gotten his character boiled down to essence here. Good work P.

[mews1945.livejournal.com]

Wonderful. I love Boromir, and any fic that shows him being the true hero he turned out to be is great. I loved this.