Break Time Fic: Warrior Son
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morgynleriWarrior Son
Chapter: 1/?
Word Count: 651
Characters: Boromir, Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin’s Company, Gandalf, others added as I get to them later
Timeframe: Begins about two weeks before Gandalf shows up to recruit Bilbo for Thorin’s Company.
Boromir finds himself in the past, and sees a chance to meet a childhood hero and to perhaps, too, save friends grief in the future.
Gondor’s son slips on mists and the tide from Anduin’s flood to the waves, wandering beyond the shores of his people on the bent seas. There he is seen and welcomed by the mighty lord of the waters, with murmured words.
Great-son of sunken Numenor, why do you forbear to go in the wake of your forefathers beyond the ken of the world? What bonds would keep you with your broken body and shattered sword that have been entrusted to me?
To this he gives no answer, for his shade speaks not but that his death has not earned him rest. More listen than only the lord of the waters, and rough hands direct a kinder fate. One brings the ship softly ashore where gray light holds sway, the other mends rent flesh and shattered steel, that breath begins anew and heart beats once more.
Walk the lands again, oh warrior son, and make for yourself a new destiny.
Boromir retreats to the room he’s taken at the Green Dragon, sitting on the edge of the two beds that have been pushed together to make something he can sleep on, and resting his arms upon his knees as he stares at the wall. The youth in Bilbo’s face, by comparison to the old hobbit he remembers from Rivendell, is startling, and more so is the innocence, the lack of sorrow about him. Could it be Bilbo has yet to travel on his journey into the East, the quest upon which he had acquired the Ring from wretched Gollum?
He blinks once, drawing in a swift breath as another thought follows on the heels of the first. If this is before that quest, then the dwarven king that Gimli had spoken of in the reverent tones reserved for a legend still lives, not yet felled by orcs at the feet of his own home. Thorin Oakenshield, whose story had traveled even to Gondor, where Boromir had avidly listened to a dwarven merchant tell of when he could escape to the markets. The sort of hero and king that Boromir had built up an idea about what king might return to Gondor - and who Aragorn had at first fallen short of, because who could live up to a child’s hero of legend?
A quiet laugh escapes him, and Boromir curls one corner of his mouth up in a small smile. Aragorn must be a small child now, living in Rivendell. He perhaps might have met Thorin, and Boromir cannot imagine but that Thorin made an impression on Aragorn then. A king to aspire to be, that Aragorn would later emulate, and it took too long for Boromir to see that beyond the whispers and shadows of the Ring.
But if this is indeed before that quest, than Thorin will come through Hobbiton, will be at Bag End, perhaps even as soon as tonight. A chance to meet that hero that Boromir had always wished to meet, though he had known he could not.
A knock on the door startles him from his thoughts, and Boromir smiles to himself as the hobbit on the other side - for here, there are none who are not hobbits, save a few travelers from time to time - speaks. “The Missus said to remind you that tea is at four, and dinner is promptly at seven, and you’ll need to come fetch your own if you’ll not be eating in the tap room.”
"Thank you, young master Hob." Boromir isn’t certain if it would be rude to go find Bag End and visit Bilbo for tea, but he knows it would be rude to show up uninvited for dinner. It hasn’t been so terribly long since he heard the tale of the dwarves arriving so rudely to Bilbo’s home. It might, indeed, be best if he waited until tomorrow to visit, and to do so in the morning.
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Chapter: 1/?
Word Count: 651
Characters: Boromir, Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin’s Company, Gandalf, others added as I get to them later
Timeframe: Begins about two weeks before Gandalf shows up to recruit Bilbo for Thorin’s Company.
Boromir finds himself in the past, and sees a chance to meet a childhood hero and to perhaps, too, save friends grief in the future.
Gondor’s son slips on mists and the tide from Anduin’s flood to the waves, wandering beyond the shores of his people on the bent seas. There he is seen and welcomed by the mighty lord of the waters, with murmured words.
Great-son of sunken Numenor, why do you forbear to go in the wake of your forefathers beyond the ken of the world? What bonds would keep you with your broken body and shattered sword that have been entrusted to me?
To this he gives no answer, for his shade speaks not but that his death has not earned him rest. More listen than only the lord of the waters, and rough hands direct a kinder fate. One brings the ship softly ashore where gray light holds sway, the other mends rent flesh and shattered steel, that breath begins anew and heart beats once more.
Walk the lands again, oh warrior son, and make for yourself a new destiny.
Boromir retreats to the room he’s taken at the Green Dragon, sitting on the edge of the two beds that have been pushed together to make something he can sleep on, and resting his arms upon his knees as he stares at the wall. The youth in Bilbo’s face, by comparison to the old hobbit he remembers from Rivendell, is startling, and more so is the innocence, the lack of sorrow about him. Could it be Bilbo has yet to travel on his journey into the East, the quest upon which he had acquired the Ring from wretched Gollum?
He blinks once, drawing in a swift breath as another thought follows on the heels of the first. If this is before that quest, then the dwarven king that Gimli had spoken of in the reverent tones reserved for a legend still lives, not yet felled by orcs at the feet of his own home. Thorin Oakenshield, whose story had traveled even to Gondor, where Boromir had avidly listened to a dwarven merchant tell of when he could escape to the markets. The sort of hero and king that Boromir had built up an idea about what king might return to Gondor - and who Aragorn had at first fallen short of, because who could live up to a child’s hero of legend?
A quiet laugh escapes him, and Boromir curls one corner of his mouth up in a small smile. Aragorn must be a small child now, living in Rivendell. He perhaps might have met Thorin, and Boromir cannot imagine but that Thorin made an impression on Aragorn then. A king to aspire to be, that Aragorn would later emulate, and it took too long for Boromir to see that beyond the whispers and shadows of the Ring.
But if this is indeed before that quest, than Thorin will come through Hobbiton, will be at Bag End, perhaps even as soon as tonight. A chance to meet that hero that Boromir had always wished to meet, though he had known he could not.
A knock on the door startles him from his thoughts, and Boromir smiles to himself as the hobbit on the other side - for here, there are none who are not hobbits, save a few travelers from time to time - speaks. “The Missus said to remind you that tea is at four, and dinner is promptly at seven, and you’ll need to come fetch your own if you’ll not be eating in the tap room.”
"Thank you, young master Hob." Boromir isn’t certain if it would be rude to go find Bag End and visit Bilbo for tea, but he knows it would be rude to show up uninvited for dinner. It hasn’t been so terribly long since he heard the tale of the dwarves arriving so rudely to Bilbo’s home. It might, indeed, be best if he waited until tomorrow to visit, and to do so in the morning.
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