When Hope Is Lost
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
877
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
When Hope Is Lost
Disclaimer: Tolkien owns all characters.
Author's Note: This short drabble came to me as I was watching LOTR: The Two Towers extended version. It came to me as I was watching Faramir's flashback to the last time he had seen Boromir. It's never mentioned in the movies whether Boromir is married, because to be honest, it doesn't matter. I feel he is. I just wanted to get it out for myself as opposed to writing it for others.
Elvina knew what was going on even before her husband entered their bedchamber. She knew Boromir was leaving again, and he had only just arrived home. She sat on the edge of the bed they shared together brushing her long blond hair, hearing her husband’s heavy footsteps in the hallway just outside their door.
As the heavy oak door creaked open and he entered the room, he paused for a brief moment, catching her eye, before closing the door and latching the lock. He turned his back towards her and walked to the far side of the bedchamber to pick up his pipe from the small table located there. He sat down in his chair, reaching down to remove his boots and decided against lighting his pipe this night. He stood up and walked over to his wife, shedding his armor and tunics as he went.
Standing before her in only his breeches, he placed his large calloused hand over hers, stopping the brush running through her hair. She felt him gently tug it from her grasp and watched as he placed it on the small table next to her side of the bed.
Boromir looked down on his wife, her golden hair glistening in the firelight and felt horrible. He had just arrived back to Gondor and he was now leaving again.
“I’ll be leaving for Rivendell in the morning.”
“I know,” Elvina said, standing up and pushing past Boromir to pace the room in front of the fireplace. “What the Steward of Gondor demands of you is never refused,” she spat.
Boromir silently swore to himself, knowing exactly what Elvina was saying was correct. She was angry and he couldn’t blame her. He hadn’t wanted to go, but since it had been demanded, he could not refuse.
“Faramir offered to go in my place,” he confided.
She turned towards him and laughed harshly. “I’m sure your father rushed to accept his offer.”
Boromir knew she was letting out her anger the only way she knew how. Most of the wives of the soldiers he commanded hadn’t had the nerve to stand up to their husbands, but that was what had attracted Boromir to Elvina many years ago when they had been children together.
“You know Father. Faramir is never good enough for anything, no matter how much he tries to prove his love and loyalty.”
“You won’t be coming back,” Elvina said suddenly, finally able to look her husband in the eye.
For the first time in his life, Boromir felt actual fear course through his veins. He knew Elvina’s premonitions had always been accurate. She had never been proven wrong.
“This time, I will prove you wrong,” he said as he stalked towards her, even knowing what he was saying was a lie.
Elvina had never been one to beg her husband not to do something, but she wasn’t ready to lose him. “Please don’t go,” she said, only a hint of pleading detectable in her voice.
Boromir took her in his arms, pulling her close to his bare chest. He kissed the top of her head and responded, “You know I must go. If my father requires it, it must be done. I will face what I need to face. I do not want to speak of it any longer. I do not leave until the morning. I want to be with you tonight.”
Author's Note: This short drabble came to me as I was watching LOTR: The Two Towers extended version. It came to me as I was watching Faramir's flashback to the last time he had seen Boromir. It's never mentioned in the movies whether Boromir is married, because to be honest, it doesn't matter. I feel he is. I just wanted to get it out for myself as opposed to writing it for others.
Elvina knew what was going on even before her husband entered their bedchamber. She knew Boromir was leaving again, and he had only just arrived home. She sat on the edge of the bed they shared together brushing her long blond hair, hearing her husband’s heavy footsteps in the hallway just outside their door.
As the heavy oak door creaked open and he entered the room, he paused for a brief moment, catching her eye, before closing the door and latching the lock. He turned his back towards her and walked to the far side of the bedchamber to pick up his pipe from the small table located there. He sat down in his chair, reaching down to remove his boots and decided against lighting his pipe this night. He stood up and walked over to his wife, shedding his armor and tunics as he went.
Standing before her in only his breeches, he placed his large calloused hand over hers, stopping the brush running through her hair. She felt him gently tug it from her grasp and watched as he placed it on the small table next to her side of the bed.
Boromir looked down on his wife, her golden hair glistening in the firelight and felt horrible. He had just arrived back to Gondor and he was now leaving again.
“I’ll be leaving for Rivendell in the morning.”
“I know,” Elvina said, standing up and pushing past Boromir to pace the room in front of the fireplace. “What the Steward of Gondor demands of you is never refused,” she spat.
Boromir silently swore to himself, knowing exactly what Elvina was saying was correct. She was angry and he couldn’t blame her. He hadn’t wanted to go, but since it had been demanded, he could not refuse.
“Faramir offered to go in my place,” he confided.
She turned towards him and laughed harshly. “I’m sure your father rushed to accept his offer.”
Boromir knew she was letting out her anger the only way she knew how. Most of the wives of the soldiers he commanded hadn’t had the nerve to stand up to their husbands, but that was what had attracted Boromir to Elvina many years ago when they had been children together.
“You know Father. Faramir is never good enough for anything, no matter how much he tries to prove his love and loyalty.”
“You won’t be coming back,” Elvina said suddenly, finally able to look her husband in the eye.
For the first time in his life, Boromir felt actual fear course through his veins. He knew Elvina’s premonitions had always been accurate. She had never been proven wrong.
“This time, I will prove you wrong,” he said as he stalked towards her, even knowing what he was saying was a lie.
Elvina had never been one to beg her husband not to do something, but she wasn’t ready to lose him. “Please don’t go,” she said, only a hint of pleading detectable in her voice.
Boromir took her in his arms, pulling her close to his bare chest. He kissed the top of her head and responded, “You know I must go. If my father requires it, it must be done. I will face what I need to face. I do not want to speak of it any longer. I do not leave until the morning. I want to be with you tonight.”