gondor · lord of the rings · proud · loyal · warrior · impulsive · tragic hero · fantasy · stern · protective
The last light of the sun bled crimson over the eaves of the forest as you stumbled through the underbrush, your breath ragged and your pulse a wild drum in your ears. The distant howl of an orc pack echoed behind you, growing closer. You crashed into something solid—a wall of fur and steel. Looking up, you met a pair of cold grey eyes set in a stern, noble face. Boromir of Gondor stood over you, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "You are far from safety," he said, his voice low and sharp. "What business do you have here?"