#greytwilight

[elesheir]

Dear spirit, be still! Oh, but heed this it would not. Few more than he, after all, did this Ranger hold so sacred, the mere sight of him with blade ridding all great and plaguing aches. There he stood in midnight, tall and noble Halbarad! How quickly Aragorn's weariness faltered. Gladdened, his heart soar. Alone had he traveled from winter unto spring, though the secret duty that bound him dared not assuage his joy. Emerging from the aging oaks, he declared warmly, “There comes at last an end to this once enduring night.” True, for a light was about him! “Oft had we spoken in my thoughts, though content in this am I no longer.”

@greytwilight, Ranger of the North.

[bornofthewest-blog]

@greytwilight

she’s been both blessed and cursed with the tendency to ALLOW her emotions play over her features if not careful and now do they clearly show, lips pressed tight together in obvious annoyance. “so QUICK to presume, the bree-folk.” a small HUFF follows now and a quick roll of grey eyes, “watched me like a HAWK the minute i stepped through the gates, no doubt thinking i was there to STEAL something. 

“you have a more NOBLE look about you, however, far more so than i,” frustration eases into clear affection, sharp features softening now, almost teasing, “i should think they would almost WELCOME you, halbarad.” 

[houseofdolamroth]

greytwilight

@greytwilight liked for a starter

“So you’re a ranger then...I’ve never met one before, although I’ve heard tales.”

Well, Amrothos was definitely the more abrupt one out of his siblings, unconcerned and curious despite being an adult. It was unsurprising that his brothers teased him for still being like a child with his incessant mischief and curiosity.

[stillthirstfordwarfblood]

@greytwilight

“Begone, Ranger! I grow tired of dealing with your kind!”

[warhornofgondor]

@greytwilight

Strength slowing seeped back into his bones and body. The anger surrounding the three wounds on his chest had dissipated, leaving a bright pink halo around them. Weeks of recovery, of needing help to walk, had not swayed Boromir’s determination to return to his former health.

With breakfast eaten, he was restless and curious to see if he could move about on his own. Bare feet landed on the stone floor of the Houses of Healing, legs unsteady as they took his weight. He gripped the table for support then the hand moving to the wall.

The siege of Gondor had filled the Houses- and every other available bed in the city. Healers went about everywhere. Their white tunics a rainbow of stains; rust reds, browns, yellows, greens, and blues from their charges and their salves. 

Boromir walked slowly. The hallway wall keeping him upright as he focused on moving one foot in front of the other. He would get better. He would get stronger. 

A head of dark hair caught his eye as he moved past a door.; perhaps it was kin of his from Dol Amroth. A quick study of the man’s face did not strike any familiarity.

“Apologies for disturbing you.” Boromir apologized, steeling himself to continue moving on.

[abrazimir]

😘🍺 (greytwilight) (-runs away- NO REGRETS)

😘🍺 to drunkenly kiss my muse. ||| ACCEPTING @greytwilight

There was something about getting drunk in company that allowed a man to trick himself into believing he was not drowning his sorrows. A flagon of ale alone had a desperate note to it, a sadness that Boromir could not stomach allowing. However, he and Halbarad connected, somehow. A meeting of two minds swimming in a familiarly black and turbulent sea. Quiet nights found them both seated in a tavern’s dark corner, speaking little but finding comfort in community. 

Men of war feared peace, after all. 

And then they would stumble home, the steadiest of the two supporting the most incapable, sometimes laughing at the sight of themselves. Tonight Halbarad’s arm was about Boromir’s shoulders as the Captain held him by the waist. They tottered comedically back through Minas Tirith’s moonlit streets until the Ranger’s rooms were found. He’d been unusually talkative tonight, they both spouting nonsense words that never came close to expressing what they wished to say. They were grateful they could call each other friend. They cared. So glad they had found another whom understood.

Boromir had to try and kick open Halbarad’s door, but his footing slipped and he stumbled back to hit the wall and find himself crushed between it and the Ranger’s dead weight. They laughed, because it was nonsense, and when drunken gazes met, Halbarad’s lean up to press a messy kiss to Boromir’s lips seemed natural to them both. This was nonsense too, hard, uncoordinated, unsure, but it said what it needed to say. Thank you. 

Boromir returned it until a laugh burst from his chest, amusing them both before he returned to his task of hauling the Ranger back home.

[tothewesternsea-blog]

“it’s just a cut, really.” (greytwilight - Areth)

Elhiriel huffed in frustration at the older girl. “It looks like worse than a cut, cousin. You should let Ada look at it.”

She leaned in closer to get a better look at the injury, “How did you get hurt? And why won’t you let someone tend it? I can help even if you don’t want me to get Ada for you.” She bit her lip and started to dig in her bag before pulling out a jar of salve and some bandages. “I always have some just in case.”

@greytwilight