What news of Boromir, my Lord?
Summary: Even when he discovers that his wife is pregnant Boromir will not give up his quest, and leaves for Imladris to chase a dream. Delérith is left in Minas Tirith feeling confused and unloved, in the care of Faramir, and Boromir discovers that some hidden feelings can result in the ruin of all.
Authors Note: This is the first time I have incorporated an original character into my fanfiction. I have also never written a romance fic, or a fic that involves Minas Tirith. So this is a new thing for me! I have made it a PG because of angst, which is in later chapters. Disclaimer: LotR is not mine, it belongs to Tolkien. However, Delérith is my character. The story is all written, so expect one to two chapters a week, the title is liable to change if I get any better ideas. Any reviews are appreciated!
Chapter One- Delérith
It was a bright summer's morning on the day that Boromir left Minas Tirith. There was a light breeze flitting through the streets and though the sunlight was clear and bright it did not bring much warmth, for it was early morning and the city was often cold at that hour. I wrapped a cloak around my shoulders as I left the house and made my way down to the great gates. There was a fair sized crowd gathered to see him leave, which was not surprising for he was well liked by his people. Standing to the right of the gates was the ruling Steward, his father, Denethor. He looked grand, if a little imposing, his mouth set in a firm line and a black cloak silhouetting his frame. I had always been a little afraid of him. Standing a pace behind him was his other son, Faramir.
A hush fell about the gathered people as Boromir approached. He was leading his horse, a steed of shining chestnut. He looked grand and bright, different yet at the same time strangely similar to his father. His grey eyes shone in the sunlight, and I could tell from his face that he was looking forward to his journey. He was an adventurous man, who thrived in anything he did. His sword glinted at his side as he walked towards us, and he first stopped in front of his father. I could not hear what was being said, but the farewell as brief and ended in a firm embrace. I saw Faramir's eyes drop to the floor at this point. I knew that Denethor favoured Boromir, and although Faramir tried not to show the hurt it caused him, it showed in his face.
Boromir then approached Faramir and they too embraced, but in a more warm and brotherly way. I knew that Faramir meant a lot to Boromir, but Boromir had insisted that he go on this quest instead of Faramir, who had at first been meant to go. I heard them speak now.
"Boromir, I wish that you would consider it one more time. The way is dangerous and full of doubt. It should not be you going," Faramir said, looking Boromir in the eye.
"My mind is made up." Boromir said firmly.
"In that case, I wish you safe journeying and a speedy return. Remember that your city needs you," Faramir replied, sighing softly at his brother's stubbornness.
"I would like to think that you also would like me to return." Boromir smiled, teasing his brother gently.
Faramir smiled ruefully. "That also, of course. Fare thee well."
Boromir nodded, they clasped hands and he walked on. His eyes were scanning the crowd, and I knew he was looking for me. I stepped out and his eyes rested upon my face.
"Delérith," he murmured, walking up to me swiftly.
We stood facing each other, neither of us sure of what to say. Finally, he planted a kiss on my brow and said; "I shall return, Delérith. In less than a year."
I nodded, looking down at the ground. He did not receive any similar words of farewell from me; my tongue was dry and unmoving. I didn't know what to say.
He looked down at me and understood that I was not going to speak. "Farewell," he said, then he kissed me again and was gone. I watched him walk away with a feeling of hopelessness. I had not told him. I was a coward. As he departed through the gates I stepped out on slightly shaking legs and spoke.
"Boromir," I called out falteringly.
He turned his head, and seeing me he hurried back. He stood in front of me and I opened my mouth, ready to speak. I gasped hopelessly, like a fish out of water, and I was painfully aware of people's eyes upon me.
"What is wrong?" he asked questioningly, seeing the expression upon my face. He gripped both of my arms and turned me to face him. His grey eyes locked into mine, and I had no choice but to look at him.
"I am...I am with a child," I whispered finally.
His expression was frozen for a moment, and I could not tell what he was thinking. He tilted his head downwards so that he was looking away from me, face unmoving and still. Then, after a moment, he lifted it up decisively and kissed me firmly on my cheek.
"Do not worry. I shall return," he said. I saw his gaze rest upon me, and then he turned and was gone.
I stood at the side of the street, staring at the spot where he had been standing only seconds before. I could hear the clatter of his horse's feet as he rode away. I felt a numb feeling of disbelief. Was that it? Did he not care? Why would he not stay with me? I had been so sure that when I told him he would not go. Selfish, I know, but I can not do this alone. Faramir would have gone, he had wanted to. Boromir could have stayed, but he chose not to.
A feeling of realisation flooded over me like cold water. He didn't want to stay. He could have, but he didn't want to. I meant less to him than a dream did. For that was where he was going, chasing dreams that may come to nothing. A stray tear fell down my cheek, and now I did not care who saw me. He doesn't love me, I thought.
He doesn't love me.
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Summary: Even when he discovers that his wife is pregnant Boromir will not give up his quest, and leaves for Imladris to chase a dream. Delérith is left in Minas Tirith feeling confused and unloved, in the care of Faramir, and Boromir discovers that some hidden feelings can result in the ruin of all.
Authors Note: This is the first time I have incorporated an original character into my fanfiction. I have also never written a romance fic, or a fic that involves Minas Tirith. So this is a new thing for me! I have made it a PG because of angst, which is in later chapters. Disclaimer: LotR is not mine, it belongs to Tolkien. However, Delérith is my character. The story is all written, so expect one to two chapters a week, the title is liable to change if I get any better ideas. Any reviews are appreciated!
Chapter One- Delérith
It was a bright summer's morning on the day that Boromir left Minas Tirith. There was a light breeze flitting through the streets and though the sunlight was clear and bright it did not bring much warmth, for it was early morning and the city was often cold at that hour. I wrapped a cloak around my shoulders as I left the house and made my way down to the great gates. There was a fair sized crowd gathered to see him leave, which was not surprising for he was well liked by his people. Standing to the right of the gates was the ruling Steward, his father, Denethor. He looked grand, if a little imposing, his mouth set in a firm line and a black cloak silhouetting his frame. I had always been a little afraid of him. Standing a pace behind him was his other son, Faramir.
A hush fell about the gathered people as Boromir approached. He was leading his horse, a steed of shining chestnut. He looked grand and bright, different yet at the same time strangely similar to his father. His grey eyes shone in the sunlight, and I could tell from his face that he was looking forward to his journey. He was an adventurous man, who thrived in anything he did. His sword glinted at his side as he walked towards us, and he first stopped in front of his father. I could not hear what was being said, but the farewell as brief and ended in a firm embrace. I saw Faramir's eyes drop to the floor at this point. I knew that Denethor favoured Boromir, and although Faramir tried not to show the hurt it caused him, it showed in his face.
Boromir then approached Faramir and they too embraced, but in a more warm and brotherly way. I knew that Faramir meant a lot to Boromir, but Boromir had insisted that he go on this quest instead of Faramir, who had at first been meant to go. I heard them speak now.
"Boromir, I wish that you would consider it one more time. The way is dangerous and full of doubt. It should not be you going," Faramir said, looking Boromir in the eye.
"My mind is made up." Boromir said firmly.
"In that case, I wish you safe journeying and a speedy return. Remember that your city needs you," Faramir replied, sighing softly at his brother's stubbornness.
"I would like to think that you also would like me to return." Boromir smiled, teasing his brother gently.
Faramir smiled ruefully. "That also, of course. Fare thee well."
Boromir nodded, they clasped hands and he walked on. His eyes were scanning the crowd, and I knew he was looking for me. I stepped out and his eyes rested upon my face.
"Delérith," he murmured, walking up to me swiftly.
We stood facing each other, neither of us sure of what to say. Finally, he planted a kiss on my brow and said; "I shall return, Delérith. In less than a year."
I nodded, looking down at the ground. He did not receive any similar words of farewell from me; my tongue was dry and unmoving. I didn't know what to say.
He looked down at me and understood that I was not going to speak. "Farewell," he said, then he kissed me again and was gone. I watched him walk away with a feeling of hopelessness. I had not told him. I was a coward. As he departed through the gates I stepped out on slightly shaking legs and spoke.
"Boromir," I called out falteringly.
He turned his head, and seeing me he hurried back. He stood in front of me and I opened my mouth, ready to speak. I gasped hopelessly, like a fish out of water, and I was painfully aware of people's eyes upon me.
"What is wrong?" he asked questioningly, seeing the expression upon my face. He gripped both of my arms and turned me to face him. His grey eyes locked into mine, and I had no choice but to look at him.
"I am...I am with a child," I whispered finally.
His expression was frozen for a moment, and I could not tell what he was thinking. He tilted his head downwards so that he was looking away from me, face unmoving and still. Then, after a moment, he lifted it up decisively and kissed me firmly on my cheek.
"Do not worry. I shall return," he said. I saw his gaze rest upon me, and then he turned and was gone.
I stood at the side of the street, staring at the spot where he had been standing only seconds before. I could hear the clatter of his horse's feet as he rode away. I felt a numb feeling of disbelief. Was that it? Did he not care? Why would he not stay with me? I had been so sure that when I told him he would not go. Selfish, I know, but I can not do this alone. Faramir would have gone, he had wanted to. Boromir could have stayed, but he chose not to.
A feeling of realisation flooded over me like cold water. He didn't want to stay. He could have, but he didn't want to. I meant less to him than a dream did. For that was where he was going, chasing dreams that may come to nothing. A stray tear fell down my cheek, and now I did not care who saw me. He doesn't love me, I thought.
He doesn't love me.
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