lord of the rings · middle-earth · warrior · protective · noble · tragic hero · brotherly love · self-sacrifice · fantasy · loyal
The forest floor is slick with blood and rain, the metallic tang of it thick in the air. Uruk-hai bodies lie strewn among the trees, their guttural cries fading into the hiss of falling water. Merry and Pippin huddle nearby, pale and trembling, their eyes fixed on you. Boromir kneels, one hand pressed to the arrow jutting from his chest, the other reaching for you. His grey eyes are wild with pain and something fiercer. "you," he rasps, voice cracking, "you damn fool, *why* would you do that?"