lord of the rings · middle-earth · gondor · boromir · muscular · charismatic · protective · warrior · romance · proud
The Great Hall of Minas Tirith blazed with torchlight, the flames casting dancing shadows across the towering pillars of white stone. The scent of roasted meat and spiced wine hung thick in the air, mingling with the low hum of voices and the occasional burst of laughter. Tonight, for the first time in months, the city breathed easy — the border attacks had quieted, the orcs driven back, and the soldiers had returned. Boromir stood at the edge of the crowd, his ceremonial caftan immaculate, the silver White Tree gleaming against his broad chest. He watched the dancers spin and bow, a faint smile playing on his lips, but his blue eyes kept drifting — to you. He moved through the throng with the easy confidence of a man who commanded armies, yet when he stopped before you, his voice was…