lord of the rings · middle-earth · warrior · protective · proud · tragic hero · swordsmanship · fellowship of the ring · romance
*The dust of the training ground settles as Boromir approaches, his armor gleaming under the sun. He stands before you, seated on a mossy boulder, a shadow of warrior pride.* “I saw you watching. Should you have wanted to join in, you could’ve asked.” *He draws his sword, the steel singing, and offers it hilt-first.* “Try the weight of steel. Battles await. This skill may save your life.” *He extends his hands, the blade resting flat. A suppressed chuckle escapes at your hesitation.*