The Lost Son

A great burden lies upon my shoulders. But that is none of your concern. How may I be of Service? M!A: None Status: Single ((Indie RP blog for Boromir, from LoTR. I own none of the artwork, gifs, or characters unless otherwise stated. NSFW is likely. -READ THE ABOUT- He is slightly AU))

[fashionablexhuntress-blog]

"It's good to see you," she told him quietly, her smile growing as she took in the sight of him. Oh, Valar, she had missed seeing him. Her girlish crush had not disappeared in the time he had been gone, even though she knew her feelings would not be returned, and she felt her cheeks heat up. "I missed you. How... How do you fare, my friend?"

[gondorianson]

Boromir made his way to her, the clanking of his metal armor oddly loud in his ears. When they had known each other, years ago, she had been little more than a slip of a girl. Too young and innocent. He had known of her girlhood crush, but he was a man twice her age and it was unseemly to even acknowledge it. His hands were placed on the wooden bar, ".... Better than I have in some time. Home has called. And you, Bailee?"

[gondorianson]

"You're looking at me oddly."

[fashionablexhuntress-blog]

Bailee heard Boromir’s voice long before he opened the door to her tavern. She leaned on her elbows, perched on the bar, and allowed a slow smile to creep across her face. She’d heard that he’d returned, but she hadn’t been able to see him. Until now.

[gondorianson]

He hadn't been back for very long, a week at most. But in that short amount of time, he felt more alive than he had in years! Still armored fingers pushed the heavy door of the tavern open and he saw  a sight he had not expected. An old friend, of sorts he supposed. The second his eyes fell upon her, his smile faltered and then lit back up again, "Bailee."

[gondorianson]

//Cries and apologizes. I got distracted by my graduation, graduation celebrations, and my sassy Nori blog.

I should reply to people now-- 

[gondorianson]

//Oh man, I am so sorry I have been gone! Something was wrong with my blog. I couldn't make posts, answer asks, or reblog things!

[gondorianson]

"The tavern's just around corner. I'll buy the first drinks!"

[gondorianson]

"I think we're going about this the wrong way."

[vermilion--lieutenant-deactivat]

Anonymously tell me if I portray my character well or not. Be detailed, I want to know what I could improve on.

[gondorianson]

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Send me an ✘ and I’ll put my music on shuffle, get the song, and post my favorite line as a starter.

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“It’s close enough to touch it now.”

[xpondd--archive]

Send me an ✘ and I'll put my music on shuffle, get the song, and post my favorite line as a starter.

[mahealaniisnthuman]

Drabbles…. (as from askboxmemes)

Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up.

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.

Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours[as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to

Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.

Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Quite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “X Me” in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]

Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]

Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]

[boromirs]

[urogiri]

[kendaspntwd]

[gondorianson]

Headcanon: The Ring

The ring haunted his mind for all the time he was with the Fellowship. It slithered into his mind, stealing his thoughts and breath. He had no peace from it, not even in his sleep. Boromir dreamed of it, of what it said to him.

Boromir... Your people will die....

It whispered, screaming of the horrific death his people would suffer without it's help. Soon, he began to sleep as little as possible. For when he dreamed of the ring, he would wake with a great need to take the ring. Food lost it's taste as well. When he would eat, the ring would enter his mind and the food would taste like ash.

But he valiantly resisted, his oath binding and stilling his hand. His heart ached with the effort, for he loved his people most of all. Gondor would die without help, this he knew. But the Ring was even and stealing would solve nothing.

His resolve was strong...

Until it took a new voice as it's own. It took Faramir's voice, his sweet little brother's voice. It cried to him, begging and pleading. The voice echoed in his mind, screaming of his impending death.

Save me, Brother! They're coming!

And it broke him, his false brother's pleads. Boromir tried to take the ring and broke his oath. For that, his punishment was near death. 

[gondorianson]

Headcanon: Nightmares

Since Amon Hen, Boromir has been plagued by nightmares. Both waking and not. When he first went over the falls, he was in a kind of coma for two weeks. Having been poisoned by the arrows that had pierced his chest, he grew very ill. For two whole weeks, he burned with fever and sickness. All that time, he stayed unconscious, in a constant state of nightmares and orc blood.

When he woke, he was weak but the poison had been cleansed. Boromir hoped that the nightmares would vanish with the poison.

They did not.

In the years that followed, the Gondorian has relived Amon Hen countless times. It would begin vividly, as though it was the day it had happened. In his dreams, he could smell the water of the river and feel the cool breeze on his skin. And he could still hear the song of the ring, calling and beckoning him over.

Then the dream would twist darkly, and he would be before the orc pack. Merry and Pippin were screaming and Boromir was fighting, just as he did on that day. Everything moved slowly, lethargically, as though the Gods wanted him to memorize every last second of his failure.

Boromir would make screaming, drenched in sweat and tears.

Occasionally, he would relive the incident when he was still waking. Words or actions could trigger a reaction. Much of the time, it only has to be the sight of an arrow trained on him. First, his scars would begin to ache. And then they would sear, as though they were brand new and still bleeding.

[gondorianson]

//I gave myself a lot of feels and am now going to write sad headcanons