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𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒔 ⋆˚꩜｡
・He loves to take you on woodland strolls. Pointing out the difference in trees, herbs, and flowers.
・Always picks the brightest flower and puts it behind your ear.
・Everytime Legolas does this, it's a declaration of love. From him to you.
・His nicknames for you are always in Elvish, and he doesn't always explain them
・Only you know this, but he has a beautiful singing voice.
・You always ask him to sing while you're in the woodlands and he does. It makes you smile and Legolas would do anything to make you smile
・He also braids your hair; it's intimate, and he makes them match his own
・Love is new to him, but he knows he wants this forever. Andd he wouldn't let anyone take that away.
𝑨𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒏 ✧˖°.
・After a long day, when you're sitting by the fire together, Aragorn will pull your feet into his lap and massage them (whether you've asked him or not)
・There's quiet between the two of you. Never awkward or having to be filled with any type of talk.
・It's those moments of stillness that Aragorn yearns for with you
・After upholding his responsibilities, he craves to be near you.
"Meleth-nin," he says with a glint in his eye.
・Then moves as quick as a ranger and has you flat on your back, leaning over you
"Now this is much better," he mumbles.
・Admiring your face; gently running his fingers against your cheek. Leaning down and placing the softest kiss to your forehead
𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒓 ⋆˚꩜｡
・His hand constantly tries to find your own.
・Large fingers threaded through yours.
・When you're in public, his arm is around your waist, guiding you, especially through a crowd
・Whether you are feasting with others, or alone in your chambers, Boromir loves to feed you
・Perched either beside him or on his lap, he'll let you eat off of his own plate. Even before he's eaten.
・He's the type of man to remind you to drink water, to be in the sunlight
・When you ask about it he says:
"I look after you, I always will."
𝑬́𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒓 ✧˖°.
・You have a ridiculous amount of inside jokes
・You two know what the other is thinking just by looking at one another
・Always expects your surprise piggy back rides.
・Arms out ready to hold you
・Helps you to dress every morning; buttoning up, slipping things over your head, tucking things etc
・When it's cold, he gives you his cloak no matter what. Even if he told you to bring something warm, he still gives his own to you.
・Gifted you, your own horse, a beautiful white pony.
"She hasn't been named yet," he says while holding the reigns. His gloved hands stroking the animal's neck.
𝑮𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒍 ⋆˚꩜｡
・Tall and mightly, this man will fall to his feet if you asked
・Always stands up when you walk in the room when there's people around.
・Holds his arm out, just in case you may need it.
・Glorfindel is a brilliant dancer, and in your chambers, he dances with you. Holding you close, as he hums a tune.
・He is much, much taller than you are, so he has to bend down to give you a kiss
・Sometimes he sets you on ledges so he doesnn't have bend over
"What do you think you are doing?" You ask him, crossing your arms in mock anger
"Trying to kiss you," his words are like a whisper, sending chills down your spine.
𝑭𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒓 ✧˖°.
・Writes you little notes and hides them everywhere. From your cloak, to your pillow, or in your pants' pocket.
・He smiles whenever he sees you, as if you've been gone for a long time. And yet, it's only been 10 minutes.
・Faramir loves when you lean on him. Especially when you're both standing, looking out over Gondor.
・He'll wrap his arms around you and pull your back to his chest
・Faramir loves to stargaze, not many people know that
・But he knows the best places to see the stars
・On the very top, near the white tree, you two lay down on the stone pavement and see into the distance.
・It's in those moments that you are able to tell each other anything.
・It's where he said 'I love you,' for the first time and where he proposed
𝑬𝒍𝒓𝒐𝒉𝒊𝒓 ⋆˚꩜｡
・Is absolutely love-drunk. Always. Forever.
・Truly believes you two are soulmates (you are)
"Your smile is the most beautiful thing I have seen.""
・Likes to pick you up when he's bored. Carrying you bridal style wherever he wishes.
・Your relationship is literally two best friends in love
・You tell each other everything, even the things that you have been sworn to secrecy.
・His very soul seems to be tethered to yours and yours to his.
・Hugs you from behind and lays his head on yours.
・Loves playing with your hands, kissing your palm, each of your fingers.
"If we weren't married, I would marry you."
𝑬𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒏 ✧˖°.
・He remembers your favourite things
・Your favourite flowers (in vases around your shared chambers), your favourite food (made at least once a week by the cook), if you love books then he would build the biggest bookshelf
・If you like being outdoors, then he would be right by your side
・You are the light in his life, and you bring such warmth, that he fears losing you
・He wakes up at night, after having a nightmare that you left, or were taken from him.
・But then he finds you laying next to him and he starts to breathe again
・He might not be great with words, but Elladan does everything he can to make you feel loved
・Because if ever there was a time you didn't, then he would be devastated
Love at first sight. Saw you walking the halls of the kingdom and was immediately smitten.
His love is true, he is an extremely loyal man.
Will fight for your love if his father didn’t approve, but honestly doesn’t care what his father thinks. He loves you and that’s what matters here.
Always has a hand on you (with your permission of course) whether it be holding your hands, or an arm around your waist
Brushes your hair before bed.
Loves giving and recieving forehead kisses. He’s tall so he’ll kneel for you.
Has dresses custom made for you. Love surprising you.
Loves when you read to him. Will stay up late in the libraries with you.
This man has so much love to give. He want to prove himself to you everyday.
Always fall asleep with his arms around you. He loves knowing you’re there with him.
Boromir has a great sense of humor, he knows this and loves to make you laugh.
Always refers to you as “my love” when talking to others
He thinks of your smile everyday while traveling with the Fellowship. You are what keeps him going.
Tells the hobbits of you. (they all low-key fall in love with you with how Boromir speaks of you)
Teaches you how to sword fight. Is very impressed with your skills.
He really likes your ass. sorry.
You and the people of Gondor are most important to him.
Loves showing you everything about his home. You’ll often walk hand in hand while he tells you everything he knows.
Wants to have like a million children with you.
He kisses away at any insecurity you have. He doesn’t shut you down, but he acknowledges your pain and wants you to know that you are more than your pain.
Low-key loves how much you hate Denethor. You always stand up for him and Faramir.
Speaking of Faramir, he talks his brother’s ear off about you. Faramir is happy his brother is happy. Faramir instantly sees you as his sister.
Wasn’t one for dancing at grand balls until he met you.
Does have a vulnerable side. Only lets you see it, he knows you won’t judge him.
Wants to kiss you ALLLLLLLLLLL the time.
Very protective of you. He swore to protect you and he does, but he is not overbearing.
Very perceptive. He’s in tune with your feelings and knows when you’re not doing well. He wants to help you but won’t overstep his bounds. He respects you.
Plans to propose to you when he returns from the quest for the Ring :/
Loves when you fall asleep in his shirts.
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how does gondor grieve? it’s a dying country in it of itself, can anyone make the distinction between tragedies? how many men have fallen, and who buries the dead? where are the mass graves, the unmarked tombs, how many bodies lay beneath the eroded soil?
was there ever time, with the end of the world crashing down, to lay a flower on the grave of a loved one. did you mourn the men who fought for their country, or the country that fell along side them. is it easier to grieve the kingdom, or its people?
when aragorn reigns king, arwen is surrounded by death. i wonder what its like to loose an afterlife and be reminded of its contrary every day. she didn’t grow up with death like many of gondor did.
when boromir was a boy, he saw men fall. he grew up too fast, with his brother at his side, even though boromir tried to shield him by standing in front. all he knew was war. all he wanted was to end it.
he left everything behind to go on a journey so far from home with a slim, almost none, chance of success. to fight side by side with your begrudgingly rightful king, with a wizard, with an immortal elf seemingly untouchable. with the hobbit who’s entrusted with a power you perceive to be the solution to your problems.
it’s a wonder he wasn’t more resentful. the fellowship was full with things he was envious of. the hobbits easy life must have come as a shock, and i wonder if that’s why he wanted to protect them. meet people untouched by war, who have never fought nor gone hungry. he did not hate them for what they had, but wanted to protect them from the harsh reality he grew up with.
boromir is so inherently good it hurts. this man deserved to see the world he fought so hard for. his body lies so far yet so close from his homeland, from his brother. his final resting place is unfamiliar. he never got to go back home.
taking a bit of a break from the samfrosummer posting for a
Mundane Facts Character Building Challenge
thanks @lady-of-ithilien for the tag!
i don’t normally respond to tag games but i’ve been in such a creative mood and have such an urge to write again for boromir that obv i had to do this one
1. If your character had a go-to coffee order, what would it be? In the context of the setting their story takes place in, do they have a go-to morning drink?
If we’re talking modern day, he is absolutely a pure black coffee drinker. Not even espresso, just regular black drip coffee. If he was out at a café and their drip coffee was out, he would get an Americano with no cream or sugar. (always hot, no iced coffees for him).
I think he would drink tea occasionally but only if he is offered, I doubt he would be inclined to get up and go make some himself. He wouldn’t complain outwardly about being served tea over coffee, but truly deep in my heart I know this man is a coffee drinker and i will not take criticism.
In canon universe, I don’t think he would really have a drink preference (unless we’re talking ale) and would drink whatever is given to him without any complaints. He’s boring like that, but it makes it very easy for the workers of the Citadel to please him. I think he’d be the same way with food, he definitely loves a hot meal full of meat and potatoes, but if he was served literally anything he would just eat it without question and it would be fine.
2. Do they have a hair and skincare routine? If so are they consistent about it?
Hell no.
At most he’ll splash some water on his face and then dab it off with a little towel. That’s it. He does not care, he maybe doesn’t even know that you can have a skincare routine.
With his hair, it’s nothing more than keeping it tidy and presentable, though he spends a decent amount of time keeping his facial hair trimmed to his preferred length. I don’t even know if he owns a hairbrush, I’m sure he just runs his fingers through his hair it and washes it when he needs to. He is always neat and groomed, but never anything special.
3. Does your character have a hobby or pastime?
I love to imagine that Boromir has a few little interests aside from training and working on his swordsmanship, but he is not open about them.
For one I know this man loves to sit down and write. He has poems, fiction, journal-like scribbles, lists, pages of him describing different lakes and forests; you name it and he will be writing it down when he has a moment alone (usually at night in his room with the fire going).
I imagine he also likes handy work. Anything to do with building something whether it’s wood or metal or leather or clay. He just likes to keep his hands busy, and it feels good to him when he can see the finished product; the proof of his hard work.
He definitely thrives in his alone time. That’s when he is his most creative self, and doesn’t have to worry about the judgement of others. He looks forward to a long day being done so that he can retire to his chambers and whip out a book or his in-progress scabbard he needs to finish sewing or his quill and inkpot.
This was fun! One thing about me is that I’m gonna RUN to write some character headcanons. No pressure to those below who I tag, and anyone else who would like to join in is more than welcome!
tags: @silme-lorien @iwanderbecauseimlost @oh-sam @oldtowrs @balrogballs @hanrieeee and whoever else i’m so sorry guys im tired i can’t think of anyone’s username (zero pressure to do this btw i tagged people who i think/i know write)
Boromir Week Day 4: Teen Years, Captain of Gondor, Friend of Rohan
headcanons:
- Boromir started serving in the army two years earlier than is typically permitted. He knew from a young age that he would be Captain one day and he could never imagine doing anything differently. His fellow soldiers had to teach him that there is more to life than just duty, but he still struggles with its weight.
- From the moment he first sees the Simbelmynë on the barrows in Rohan, it becomes a symbol to him of why he fights. New life in defiance of death. It always feels bittersweet.
- Boromir loves the white city, but he also develops a love of camping. It’s his favorite thing to do with his friends when he has free time. They build big bonfires and tell stories.
I’ve been thinking about Boromir again/still/always and I have some headcanons in mind, featuring a few thoughts on Faramir.
Disclaimer: this is all unsubstantiated, daydream-fueled ramblings. Do not seek to find canon here--it has long forsaken these lands.
Anyway, here we go:
Boromir enjoys spending time with the common soldiers in his command, and feels more at ease in the barracks or out in the city than he does in the palace. His soldier’s uniform and armor are more worn-in and fit more comfortably than his formal palace clothing.
He has always put his duty to his people and his city before his own needs, and would do anything to keep his home safe...but absolutely does not want to be next in line for the Stewardship.
He confessed this to Faramir only once, and after that he buried that thought deep down and never spoke of it again. He begrudgingly came to terms with the fact that his future was not his own, but the thought of taking the seat of the Steward always fills him with dread.
But Boromir is very comfortable with his role as soldier, Captain, and warrior.
Boromir is not the type of Captain who allows his station and title to separate him from his men. When on campaign, he sleeps in the camp alongside them on a threadbare bedroll on the hard ground. He eats the same stale, flavorless rations as them and drinks the same watered down ale.
He prefers to sharpen his own sword and shine his own armor as often as possible. (He reluctantly hands them off to his squire as is expected of his station only out of necessity.)
Growing up, he and Faramir would sneak out into the city as often as they could. Partly because they were both adventurous and curious boys, and partially to get away from the insufferably stuffy palace life (and to get out from beneath the shroud of grief hanging over their father.)
Once they grew up though, Boromir never stopped sneaking out into the city. (Faramir is a way more nervous about sneaking out as he gets older, but he’ll follow his older brother anywhere so he never stopped doing it either.)
A lot of common soldiers have stories about Boromir, Captain of Gondor, buying them a pint of ale in the neighborhood pub. Of course nobody ever believes them…but their stories are absolutely true.
While his younger brother is a fantastic dancer, Boromir is far more reluctant to tear up the dance floor.
He hates dancing at formal palace events, because he hates the inevitable rumors that immediately spread through the nobility about who he danced with and if that means he’s courting them. It’s better to avoid it altogether if he can.
But if he’s at a common pub with the men in his company and he’s downed a few stiff pints, then he will not hesitate to join in on the festivities.
Bonus extra painful HC:
If Boromir had survived to the end of the story, I think Frodo would have forgiven him, I have no doubt. (Though Boromir would always carry the guilt of what he did, regardless of Frodo's forgiveness.)
Of the entire fellowship, they're the only ones who fully understand what the ring's power feels like, and the shame of having succumbed to it. And because of that I think they'd grow to become quite close friends.
Here, have a palate cleanser:
No pressure tags for a few other Boromir-enjoyers who might appreciate this: @eternal-transcience / @kimiheartblade / @dystopicjumpsuit / @frostycatblr-fandom-files / @nika6q / @littlemissmanga
I’m not gonna lie… things are not good over here, but also… I have so many feelings about this and it’s the only thing that is keeping me going. Boromir was born to be a girl dad and while the poll I did was for a different story where he doesn’t get to be a dad, I had to write a universe where he actually got to raise his daughter. Also I’m going to use my oc, but only her name, there’s no description and I’m going to write in 3rd person. I have so many thoughts about this. Keep your eyes peeled for some new Gondor Girl content. And quick timeline Boromir and Limmeth get married about 2 years before he leaves for Rivendell and their baby is born a month before he leaves. Also warning: brief mention of labor/childbirth, but nothing detailed or graphic. It's over 2k words, so it's under the read more. @streets-in-paradise Lu, sorry to bother you, but I need you to see this.
Boromir as a dad:
Boromir is ecstatic when Limmeth tells him that she’s with child. Like he is so beyond happy… for about 2 minutes and then the worry starts to settle in his chest, he keeps smiling though as she’s smiling up at him because the last thing he wants to do is worry his sweet wife.
But he can’t help it. There is a WAR going on and Mordor is RIGHT THERE and he already has so much on his shoulders, worrying about his people, his city, his father and brother, Limmeth herself, and now this? Man is stressed.
And although he tries to hide it, Limmeth sees right through him. She puts her hands on his cheeks and gently kisses his lips, “This is a good thing. Everything will be fine.”
He repeats those words to himself nearly everyday for the duration of the pregnancy. It helps keep him grounded and it helps the happiness shine through. He’s able to focus more on the pregnancy and the fact that soon there will be a little baby, that hopefully looks just like Limmeth, in the world. And a little baby that looks like his sweet, perfect Limmeth will certainly bring light to the darkness that they often find themselves in during these times.
Then the day arrives. Boromir is with Faramir and few other men, making plans and going over resources when a maid scurries into the room and whispers in the captain’s ear.
Boromir doesn’t think twice before rushing from the room, with zero explanation to anyone else by the way, and making his way to where his wife has started her labor. He beats the healer to the room, and he rushes in, quickly grabbing Limmeth’s hand and placing a kiss to her forehead.
Hours and hours later, Limmeth is propped up by some pillows with their baby girl in her arms as Boromir sits next to her on the bed, his own arms wrapped around her. He’s blinking back tears as he stares down at his little girl.
Unfortunately the peace is interrupted as Denethor enters the room, Faramir trailing behind him. The steward is smiling as he approaches the couple, but that smile quickly drops as Boromir introduces him to his granddaughter.
Denethor glares at Limmeth, blaming her for this in his twisted mind, before he storms out. Limmeth is on the verge of tears and Boromir is seething.
Fortunately, Faramir is still there, and he steps up and gushes about how beautiful the baby is and how lucky they are that she looks more like Limmeth than she does Boromir, which makes his brother roll his eyes and his sister by law laugh.
Then he asks what his niece is to be called and Boromir and Limmeth look at each other for a moment. Because they never really discussed names and now they have to navigate hazy thoughts of what their daughter will be called for her entire life. They both get what they believe to be a brilliant idea at the same time.
An argument breaks out over whose mother they should name her after. Limmeth wants to name her after Boromir’s mother and Boromir wants to name her after Limmeth’s mother. Both of them refuse to back down. Faramir is rubbing his temples as the little baby snoozes through the argument. Finally, he steps up and suggests that they choose a new name, one not related to either of them.
The idea is considered for a moment before they ultimately agree and then they start to brainstorm. It’s hours before they land on Amathael (Glimmering Shield. Glimmering for Limmeth and Shield for Boromir).
When Boromir holds his daughter for the first time, he cries. He tries so hard not to, but not even Gondor’s mightiest warrior can hold back tears as he looks down at what he is positive is the most beautiful baby to ever be born. Limmeth watches him with a smile on her face, tears brimming in her own eyes as Boromir gently traces a finger over Amathael’s cheek.
Unbeknownst to them they only get a month together before Boromir is traveling to Rivendell and Limmeth is left to wonder if she will ever see her husband again and whether or not Amathael will have a father.
At some point between these two events, Denethor goes on a verbal rampage about how Boromir’s wife is useless as she did not provide Boromir with an heir and that they would have to have another child as quickly as possible to ensure that their bloodline continues, and Boromir loses it. He is able to remain pretty calm which is surprising as he sets his father straight. “You will not speak of my wife and daughter in such a manner. If I hear it again…” his jaw tightens and his fist clenches and he turns and walks away.
He goes to his and Limmeth’s room to see her cradling Amathael and quietly singing the same Dol Amroth lullaby that his own mother sang to him and Faramir. All the tension leaves his body as he stands in the doorway and watches his whole world.
Boromir dreads having to tell Limmeth that he’s going to Rivendell. He knows that it’s unfair to her and Amathael, but he really has no other choice in this. He tells himself that this could be the key to finally defeating Sauron and creating a better world for his daughter to grow up in, a thought he repeats to Limmeth as she cries in his arms later.
He makes Faramir promise to look after and protect Limmeth and Amathael while he’s gone and of course his brother agrees. He was going to take care of them without having made the promise. Boromir hates having to leave his girls at all, but he especially hates having to leave them with his father when the man still has not gotten over the fact that Amathael is not a son.
Amathael is only a month old when Boromir leaves for Rivendell. She’s still so tiny as he cradles her to his chest in the early morning light. He’s humming quietly, soaking in these last moments with his little girl. He doesn’t know if this will be the last time he sees her. Limmeth wakes and quietly makes her way over to the pair, resting her head against Boromir’s arm.
It’s nearly nine months later when Limmeth is reunited with her husband. Battle worn and full of grief, Boromir stumbles into the Tower of Ecthelion. He has already been given the news of his brother and father and all he wants is to see his wife and daughter.
His wish is answered when he steps into the throne room, followed closely by Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Gandalf, and Éomer, to see Limmeth standing in the middle of the room, Amathael in her arms. Boromir doesn’t think twice before rushing forward and wrapping Limmeth in his arms.
Amathael fusses a little bit, not used to having Boromir around (something that breaks his heart a little bit, but he’ll never admit) and he is struck by how big she’s gotten. Limmeth has tears in her eyes as she hands the baby over to Boromir before tucking herself into his side, staying close to keep things peaceful.
Boromir holds Amathael close, his eyes closing as he gently rests his forehead against his baby girl. She soon stops fussing as she stares at Boromir with big eyes that mirror his own.
Because while Amathael is Limmeth’s twin in every other sense, her eyes are her father’s. Something that Limmeth absolutely adores.
So Boromir gets a very short amount of time with his family before he’s marching away again and although she tries to hold onto hope, Limmeth feels almost sure that he’s marching away from her for good.
BUT because I have made everything beautiful and wonderful, Limmeth’s fears are never realized and Boromir rushes into her arms once again. Amathael fusses less and even reaches towards Boromir’s face as the three of them are pressed close together. His heart soars and he takes her from her mother’s arms.
Aragorn is crowned King and Boromir is made steward. There is a lot of work to be done in the aftermath of Saron’s defeat, but Boromir always makes time for his family. He’s already lost so much time with them, and he doesn’t want to miss another second of Amathael growing up.
Family walks through the markets of the lower city. Boromir carries Amathael, smiling and tickling her as her laughter rings out. Limmeth smiles as she watches the two most important people in her life.
Boromir 100% throws Amathael up into the air and catches her and she shrieks with laughter. As she gets bigger, it gets harder, but all she needs to do is pout for a second and he’s lifting her and tossing her as high as he can.
He would do anything for her, like seriously, she has him wrapped around her finger. It delights Limmeth to no end. And Boromir is completely oblivious to it too. Like he does not even realize that he is being unintentionally played by this little baby.
Once Amathael starts walking, she is following Boromir everywhere he goes. Her absolute favorite place to follow him to is the small meeting room where Aragorn holds council. She stands in the doorway and watches her Da and her two uncles settle themselves at the table, nodding to the few other men who come in. Aragorn notices the little girl in the doorway first and he smiles as he waves her over. She runs in and Aragorn scoops her up and sets her in his lap. She laughs as Boromir looks over with a fake look of hurt on his face. Amathael doesn’t last long before she’s scrambling off of Aragorn’s lap and running over to Boromir.
She’s grinning as she climbs into his lap and pressing her face against his chest. Boromir wraps his arms around her and chuckles quietly. Faramir and Aragorn are laughing along with him. Amathael stays in Boromir’s lap as the meeting begins. She falls asleep rather quickly and Boromir cradles her as he half pays attention. Limmeth comes to retrieve Amathael and her husband reluctantly lets the little girl go. Limmeth presses a kiss to his temple before she carries Amathael out of the room.
Boromir starts to bring Amathael to the training yard with him and she very quickly becomes interested in learning about fighting. She loves watching Boromir, Faramir, and Éowyn train together and she wants to be part of it.
Limmeth will come watch them all and Amathael is constantly stopping to call out to her mother, telling her to “watch me!” and to “look at this!” Limmeth is only too happy to watch everything and cheer as Boromir lets Amathael disarm him.
Limmeth teaches Amathael how to ride horses and the three of them go on family rides together. Before Amathael was old enough to ride, she would sit with Boromir on his horse and continually challenge Limmeth to races. Limmeth would laugh as Boromir would groan and then she would take off, forcing her husband to kick his own horse into gear to catch up to her. Amathael would laugh loudly as they rode and a grin would stretch over Boromir’s face.
Amathael loves to run around with her cousins and Aragorn and Arwen’s children. Boromir loves to see her having fun with and playing with the other children. It reminds him of his own childhood and he’s glad that Amathael has friends to play with.
Boromir loves to dance with her at any kind of feast or celebration that they have. When she was really little, they did the whole standing on his feet while they dance thing and it was the most precious thing in the world.
Boromir loves and hates watching his little girl grow up. He’s so proud of her and the person she is becoming, but he wishes she could stay his little girl forever. Limmeth needs to constantly comfort this man about this. One thing that never changes about Amathael though is how much she loves her parents.
I see her future playing out in one of two ways… she becomes the first female Captain of Gondor or she marries Eldarion, Arwen and Aragorn’s son, and becomes the next Queen of Gondor. Or maybe both?
