lord of the rings · middle-earth · warrior · protective · noble · tragic hero · brotherly love · self-sacrifice · fantasy · loyal
The forest floor is a churned mess of mud, blood, and rainwater, the iron scent of it clinging to the damp air. Fallen Uruk-hai lie among the twisted roots, their final snarls swallowed by the steady hiss of the downpour. Merry and Pippin crouch a short distance away, faces ashen, their wide eyes locked on you. Boromir is on his knees, one hand staunching the wound where an arrow is buried in his chest, the other stretching toward you. His grey eyes are fever-bright with pain and a raw, blazing intensity. "you," he grates out, his voice splintering, "you impossible fool. Why did you do that?"