"Pippin had liked [Boromir] from the first, admiring the great man's lordly but kindly manner."
My contribution towards @boromir-week Day 5, for the prompts "The People's Prince" and "Member of the Fellowship". I just wanted to highlight some moments that show Boromir's kindness, because I love him and his kind heart so, so much.
Boromir Week, Day 5: The People's Prince, the Fellowship
"I will not go," said Boromir, "not unless the vote of the whole company is against me. What do Legolas and the little folk say? The Ring-bearer's voice surely should be heard?"
"I do not wish to go to Moria," said Legolas.
-The Fellowship of the Ring
When I center Boromir in narratives, I often cast Legolas as the comic relief, but actually, I've always thought of him in much the same way as Boromir: the son of a lesser ruler who has spent his entire adult life fighting the supernatural threat to his home, aided by no magic, largely unremarkable except in his bravery, skill, and dedication to his people. Another people's prince. Until Elladan and Elrohir decide to show up later in the series, Legolas is the only Elf who sees fit to put his life aside to help the Fellowship. I've always liked him for that, and I think amid all Boromir's weirdling companions in the Fellowship, he would clock Legolas as a kindred spirit---someone who knows strategy, someone who knows how to rely on his own wits and strength rather than mystical solutions. It's the combined masterminding of Boromir and Legolas who get the Fellowship off Caradhras, and in Moria I think they'd see themselves in similar roles. Gandalf seems to be at a loss. Aragorn hasn't had to step up yet. Gimli's expectations of the reception in the mines was wildly different to the grim reality. So I think Boromir would assume that if anybody was going to get them out of the mess they're in, it's him and the guy who can run over the snow, even if he does pass entire nights staring straight at the moon like a little freak.
But mostly, I think Boromir's time amid the Fellowship is mostly just
Boromir Week Day 4: Captain of Gondor + Friend of Rohan
I’ll explain more of it later but I think Boromir and Éomer would’ve worked really well together after the events of Amon Hen! Also being allied countries they’ve definitely met before and there’s so many ideas to go with that-
Boromir said: of course the tree is dead. You don’t need a wizard to tell you that.
Faramir said: he says it’s because it’s a stupid way to keep a tree. he says it always ends up dying, every time, because we don’t keep it propply.
Boromir said: don’t talk like a baby. And don’t say that! Mithrandir has never understood the duties of Stewards.
Faramir said: he says it isn’t politics, it’s gardening. he says we don’t let the roots go down deep enough, and they always hit stone, and white trees would keep growing forever-and-ever, if you let them; and if their roots can’t grow any more they always die, ‘cos it starves them, and that’s mean. it ought to be in the ground, and you shouldn’t keep a grown big tree on a - a - a - a PATIO, and not one at the top of a tower neither, a thousand feet above the plain, without enough food for a tree to eat. And that’s mean of us.
Boromir said: Mithrandir talks a lot of rubbish.
Faramir said: he says Minas Tirith has a proud tradition of killing saplings that are very rare, and he will only give us houseplants or tomatoes for presents until we get better at it. and he says that’s why the Lawn of Ecthelion is always yellow in summer too. Underneath the grass, there’s just a little dirt we brought here, and underneath that there’s the stone of the tower, which ‘vaporates, and it can’t hold very much water, for the grass to keep between rains.
Boromir said: actually - I do believe that. But the Lawn of Ecthelion always lives again - as soon as it rains.
Faramir said: yellow lawn grass isn’t dead, it’s just doormat. Waiting for the rain.
Boromir said: dormant.
Faramir said: maybe.
Boromir said: fine, fine, fine -
Boromir said: okay, Faramir, maybe you’re right. So what? What of it?
Faramir said: well, I don’t know. But I don’t like the tree anymore.
Boromir said: you don’t like the White Tree of Gondor.
Faramir said: I don’t like how it looks like we failed it. I don’t like it being dead. I don’t like to think of it starving to death. And I don’t like how it’s everywhere.
Boromir said: but the White Tree is alive everywhere else.
Faramir said: no look at it, Boromir, it’s dead.
Boromir said: no it isn’t, look. It’s alive on you and it’s alive on me. Look on mine. Look at the leaves. What’s that made of?
Faramir said: Broidery.
Boromir said: People don’t embroider all those leaves just to be on a dead tree.
Faramir said: is mine alive?
Boromir said: they all are. The only dead one is the one on the tower, and honestly, maybe you’re right. Maybe it’s a stupid place for a real tree.
It's @boromir-week again and day two - Son of Finduilas (again).
I fancy a thought that Finduilas might love harp and even played it herself because she's from the city of harp musicians. Why not? And when she got sick, nine year old Boromir decided to start learning harp as well to bring her some joy.
Since Boromir is very much unlike his father I always supposed he got his big loving heart from Finduilas.
She has died in less than a year and Boromir have not played harp ever since.
Boromir was a soldier at heart, he always managed to shield his brother from his father's almost infinite sorrows...
Another piece for @boromir-week ! This was supposed to be for yesterday's prompt, grief & sorrow, but it works well enough for today's "Son of Denethor" prompt too, as I imagine this is very closely after Findulas died.
I should have to imagine Boromir always had a little bit of sympathy for his father's plight, his father who was always so very affected and broken by death. Boromir was only six, and barely aware of what was happening when his grandfather died, and the role of stewardship was thrust unto his father. His mother was the only one to tell him what was going on. Why father was so sad for so long.
Though suddenly, only four years later, after the death of his mother, he watched the man he grew up knowing was now so changed. So silent, and grim. Perhaps he could already see the sane surface of his father already start to break a little. He's never seen his father cry so much.
But Faramir needed comfort too. He remembers long ago, the feeling of confusion, of uncertainty. If throughout mourning Findulas, Denethor wouldn't so much as look or speak to the small, crying child, Boromir would be there to bring some light into Faramir's world. A world that Denethor would only darken with his lamentations.
@boromir-week day seven | freeform | captain of the white tower
He was a tall man with a fair and noble face, dark-haired and grey-eyed, proud and stern of glance. His garments were rich, and his cloak was lined with fur and he had a collar of silver in which a single white stone was set; his locks were shorn about his shoulders. On a baldric he wore a great horn tipped with silver that now was laid upon his knees.
—The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, “The Council of Elrond”