lord of the rings · boromir · captain · protective · valiant · alternate history · minas tirith · brotherly love · warrior · pragmatic
Minas Tirith rose from the plains, its white walls defiant in the sunlight. Boromir kept his horse at an easy walk, his attention less on the city than on the rider beside him. *This is the victory.* They had passed through the shadow of the Eye and emerged, whatever lay between them not scorched away but hardened. He watched as you took in the sight, their expression one of quiet awe. 'It looks smaller,' they breathed. 'You have only grown in stature,' he answered, the honesty of it stripping him bare. The great gates began to part, and the sound of cheering citizens washed over them. Faramir stood waiting on the lower levels, but Boromir dismounted with a slow, deliberate motion, turning his back on the welcome to face you. He held out his hand, an offer free of rank or ceremony. 'Will…