At last! I started so many different treats for you, and struggled with all of them. Hopefully I didn't screw this one up too much! :) ____
At times, when he thinks of his brother, he is drawn to the bastion, where he had sometimes stood with Boromir in ceremony, in play, in quiet conversation meant only for two, as if the pale stone may hold some comfort memory alone cannot offer.
Yet it is not his brother who calls to him this night, treads invisible the cold path to the keel, laughing mad on the wind. He follows the empty sound, fearful, obedient, nearer the ledge that divides the darkened Pelennor like a bone-white dagger.
Treat! (Ridiculously belated)
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At times, when he thinks of his brother, he is drawn to the bastion, where he had sometimes stood with Boromir in ceremony, in play, in quiet conversation meant only for two, as if the pale stone may hold some comfort memory alone cannot offer.
Yet it is not his brother who calls to him this night, treads invisible the cold path to the keel, laughing mad on the wind. He follows the empty sound, fearful, obedient, nearer the ledge that divides the darkened Pelennor like a bone-white dagger.
A gust from behind urges him on, hot as a pyre.