NaBloPoMo: Day 17
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lady_branwynTitle: More Things in Heaven and Earth
Source: LOTR
Rating: G
Characters: OCs, Boromir, Faramir
Warnings: None
A/N: Now we return to the ghostly visitor. MiddleEarth is Tolkien's sandbox; I am just playing.'
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At the sound of that voice, Eldahil’s heart nearly stopped. How could this be? Could a dead Man return to walk among the living? “Boromir?” he asked in a strangled squawk.
“Boromir of Gondor. In the flesh,” the ghost replied, throwing back the hood. Though untouched by corruption, his face was not unchanged. He looked travel-worn and older, and his proud glance was tempered with sadness. An unhealed gash ran across one cheekbone, and his dark hair hung in tangled, wet strands to his shoulders.
“What are you?” Eldahil asked, his voice trembling. He could feel the cold sweat running down his neck. He would have turned and fled, but his knees had gone suddenly weak.
Backing away from the ghost, Eradan drew his sword. “Keep away from it, lest it lead you to your death!”
Mardil grabbed his captain’s arm. “Don’t look at it, sir.”
Yet Eldahil could not help but stare in horrified fascination. The likeness was so close, even the creature’s bearing and its manner of speech. “If you are truly Lord Boromir, then prove it by giving me some sign or token.”
The ghost considered for a moment. “On your twenty-fifth birthday, you lost a game of darts at a tavern in the first circle. You put up a valiant fight, but the beer mixed with brandywine and mead was your downfall. As had been agreed in advance, your forfeit for losing was that you had to—“
“Say no more. I am convinced,” Eldahil said quickly. This had to be his late kinsman. He had never let Eldahil forget that infamous forfeit.
“My lord, you have returned to us!” Mardil cried, and then he and the other sentry sank to one knee and bowed their heads to hide that they wept.
Eldahil gave a shaky bow and an even shakier grin. “You come to us in strange estate, noble cousin, yet still am I glad to see you,” he said.
What’s not to believe? Eldahil told himself. There are stranger things in heaven and earth. Like screeching, headless wraiths mounted on flying monsters. Or a giant, flaming eye. Compared to them, a talking dead Boromir hardly seems out of the ordinary.
TBC...
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Here are links to the earlier sections
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Source: LOTR
Rating: G
Characters: OCs, Boromir, Faramir
Warnings: None
A/N: Now we return to the ghostly visitor. MiddleEarth is Tolkien's sandbox; I am just playing.'
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At the sound of that voice, Eldahil’s heart nearly stopped. How could this be? Could a dead Man return to walk among the living? “Boromir?” he asked in a strangled squawk.
“Boromir of Gondor. In the flesh,” the ghost replied, throwing back the hood. Though untouched by corruption, his face was not unchanged. He looked travel-worn and older, and his proud glance was tempered with sadness. An unhealed gash ran across one cheekbone, and his dark hair hung in tangled, wet strands to his shoulders.
“What are you?” Eldahil asked, his voice trembling. He could feel the cold sweat running down his neck. He would have turned and fled, but his knees had gone suddenly weak.
Backing away from the ghost, Eradan drew his sword. “Keep away from it, lest it lead you to your death!”
Mardil grabbed his captain’s arm. “Don’t look at it, sir.”
Yet Eldahil could not help but stare in horrified fascination. The likeness was so close, even the creature’s bearing and its manner of speech. “If you are truly Lord Boromir, then prove it by giving me some sign or token.”
The ghost considered for a moment. “On your twenty-fifth birthday, you lost a game of darts at a tavern in the first circle. You put up a valiant fight, but the beer mixed with brandywine and mead was your downfall. As had been agreed in advance, your forfeit for losing was that you had to—“
“Say no more. I am convinced,” Eldahil said quickly. This had to be his late kinsman. He had never let Eldahil forget that infamous forfeit.
“My lord, you have returned to us!” Mardil cried, and then he and the other sentry sank to one knee and bowed their heads to hide that they wept.
Eldahil gave a shaky bow and an even shakier grin. “You come to us in strange estate, noble cousin, yet still am I glad to see you,” he said.
What’s not to believe? Eldahil told himself. There are stranger things in heaven and earth. Like screeching, headless wraiths mounted on flying monsters. Or a giant, flaming eye. Compared to them, a talking dead Boromir hardly seems out of the ordinary.
TBC...
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Here are links to the earlier sections
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
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Date: 2011-11-18 02:11 am (UTC)*falls on the floor laughing* Oh, Eldahil. We have missed you so!
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Date: 2011-11-19 12:05 am (UTC)Thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2011-11-18 11:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-19 12:07 am (UTC)Thanks for commenting!