(Using a Ned Stark gif because I love to imagine him as Boromir if he survived 🥰)
Summary: Boromir meets his daughter for the very first time, and Aeroniel suggests a name for her. My entry for @boromir-week Day 2, using the prompt "Son of Finduilas".
Notes: TW for mentions of two instances of past child death, and another death mention. I headcanon that Finduilas was to have another child — a daughter — but the childbirth was difficult and the child was lost. The already sickly and weakened Finduilas perished a while after. Even with those details, this is still a pretty fluffy and light-hearted fic! Hope you enjoy.
Word Count: 863
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Boromir had been out training some of the young soldiers when he got news that his wife was in labour. It was not a difficult decision for him to make to drop everything and rush to Aeroniel’s side. He did not wish to be away from her as he had been last time she had given birth — though Aeroniel had assured him that it was not his fault that their child was lost — and so he practically ran to try to reach her.
Unfortunately, the training grounds were a fair distance away from his and Aeroniel’s home. He did not know how long it took him to finally arrive, but everything was very quiet when he walked upstairs towards their bedchamber.
An older woman — the midwife — heard Boromir coming up the stairs and came out to greet him. "It was a quick childbirth," she told him. "Your wife and child are both healthy. Go and be with them. I shall check up on them again soon."
Boromir nodded, thanking the woman before walking into the room where Aeroniel lay on their bed.
"Boromir," whispered Aeroniel when she saw her husband walk into the room. In her arms, she cradled a tiny bundle wrapped in a blanket, and she smiled down at it with love twinkling in her eyes.
Their child.
"Dove…" Boromir said as he slowly walked over towards the bed where Aeroniel lay. When he sat down on the edge of the bed, he got his first glimpse of the face of his child.
"This is our daughter," Aeroniel told him, and Boromir found himself mesmerised by the infant. Their little girl. Her chubby cheeks, the wispy strands of light brown hair atop her head, the way she looked up at him with her pale green eyes. "Would you like to hold her?"
Boromir opened his mouth to speak, but for whatever reason no words would come out. So instead, he simply nodded his assent, and scooped the baby into his arms.
Their daughter made a soft cooing noise as she was cradled by her father. Boromir felt tears beginning to prickle in his eyes, a warmth filling his heart as he regarded the little girl in his arms. She was perfect in every way, and she was theirs.
Part of him had thought this would never happen. After the loss of their son, Boromir hadn’t been sure whether Aeroniel would ever wish to try for another child, and he would never try to pressure her. But eventually, she had come to him to ask whether he would like to have a child. It had been not long after Faramir and Éowyn had left baby Elboron in their care for a few days when business took them out of Gondor. It wasn’t long until Aeroniel found out she was with child once more, and time seemed to move so quickly after that. And now, she was here.
"The midwife said that she is very healthy," Aeroniel assured him. Despite her exhaustion, she couldn’t help the grin on her face as she gazed upon her husband and daughter.
Boromir was still staring at the child, a few tears escaping his eyes and rolling down his cheeks. He knew in this moment that he would do anything to protect this girl, even if it killed him.
"I have thought of a name for her," Aeroniel said. "Of course, I did not wish to make it official until you had arrived, in case you had something else in mind. I would like to name her 'Finduilas'."
The sound of his mother’s name broke Boromir out of his trance, and he looked back to his wife.
Aeroniel blushed, slightly worried that Boromir might take offence to her wanting to name their child after his late mother without consulting him earlier. When Boromir had given her the ring she now always wore on her finger — which had once belonged to Finduilas herself — he had said that his mother would have loved her. "I know that I never met your mother, but from everything you have told me of her, she seemed to be a remarkable woman. I have her to thank for bringing my darling husband into the world, after all. And I can think of no better way to thank her than to name our daughter in her honour."
His mother had indeed been a remarkable woman. Kind and gentle, yet quietly strong. Even through her long illness, she had loved and taught her two beloved sons. Boromir knew that if she and the daughter she had lost had survived, she would have been a wonderful mother to his sister, too. It had broken Boromir’s heart when his dear Mama had left them, and he still thought of her often. He would not be the man he was today had it not been for her.
"Finduilas," Boromir murmured as he gazed back down at the tiny girl in his arms. She looked up at him, almost seeming as if she already knew that was meant to be her name, and that settled it. "Yes. That is what we shall call her. My mother would be overjoyed."
🇮🇹 Нафтовий танкер "Seajewel" був пришвартований в порту Савонни, коли пролунали вибухи. За даними "Української правди", це танкер з так званого "тіньового флоту РФ" і він перевозив нафту з держави-агресора до Європи попри санкції. Судячи з написів на борту, він ходить під прапором Мальти.
Екіпаж судна повідомив, що чув два гучні удари, а листки пошкодженого корпусу ввігнуті всередину – це вказує на ймовірне розміщення вибухових пристроїв на судні. Ще одні фактори, що підтверджують теорію про вибуховий пристрій – це те, що пошкодження розташоване нижче ватерлінії та загибель риби поряд з танкером. Зараз судно охоплене вогнем.
Just a snippet of writing about my OC Aeroniel who is Boromir’s wife. Post-canon, Boromir Lives!AU, tw for discussions of classism and misogyny, and a brief mention of infant death.
This was just written off the top of my head and I had no real plan, so it’s a bit of a ramble. Hope you enjoy anyway!!
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Aeroniel took a deep breath and did her best to focus on what was right in front of her. Her husband. Her rock. Her Boromir. His strong hands rested on her waist as they danced together, the music from the minstrels’ instruments loud and lively. But it was not enough to distract her from her worries.
She could feel the eyes of the disapproving nobles inside the hall burning into her skin, judging her each and every movement. She could not take one wrong step, though she had never been a wonderful dancer on her best day.
She’s not good enough for him, they would whisper behind their hands, snickering as she passed. She was just a merchant’s daughter, after all. A common girl without a single drop of noble blood in her veins. Not a week could go by without Aeroniel hearing the most dreadful rumours spread about her.
Some said that Aeroniel had long plotted to seduce the Steward’s heir in an attempt to climb the social ladder, and that her love for Boromir was not true. Others said that Boromir had found her in a brothel, and had been so enamoured of her that he broke all conventions to make her his wife. Just last week she had heard that she was apparently carrying on an affair with her brother-in-law. She was even blamed for ruining Boromir’s brief betrothal to Lothíriel of Dol Amroth, which the nobles had protested against anyway due to their close kinship as first cousins.
But the whispers that hurt her the most were the ones that said the child she was carrying did not belong to Boromir. Her husband did not believe these rumours, of course, but Aeroniel wished that the gossiping and snide remarks would cease. There was no real basis for any of the things people said about her. Just a belief that "lowborn" women like her were wanton and untrustworthy.
She wanted to scream and cry, to tell them that she had not set out to seduce the Steward’s heir. Aeroniel had not even known that Boromir was the future Steward when they first met that evening on the city walls. That she had managed to win his heart simply by treating him like a man rather than a symbol, something that he had so desperately needed. Of the son that the couple had lost and mourned during the war.
But none of that would help her. Were she to break and become too emotional, the nobles would see that as yet another sign that she was not suited for the position that she now held. She knew now that she had to be strong, to hold her head high, and that one day, the nobles would see the woman that she was.
How do people get the inspiration/dedication to write long/multichapter fics? I’d love to be able to write a proper story for Boromir and Aeroniel, but I’m sure I’d never finish it 😭
I already made a masterpost for them, but I wanted a new one so here we are. I wanted to go into a little more detail about the events taking place in these artworks so anyone who is interested can learn about my babies.
All artworks contain links to the original posts made by the artists who I commissioned them from (except in one case, where the art is posted on my own blog), and the artists are also tagged.
My AU is primarily based on The Lord of the Rings film universe, with book details added in — along with some random details from The Lord of the Rings online that I read about on the wiki. The most major changes to the story are that Boromir marries a woman named Aeroniel a few months before leaving Minas Tirith for Rivendell, and that he survives being shot by arrows at Amon Hen. After that, he continues to travel with Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli. (There is a single piece of NSFW artwork in this post, so you have been warned!)
There's not much of a story here, it's just Boromir and Aeroniel being adorable. Amazing artwork by @theoasiswinds 🧡
After learning that his father planned to betroth him to his cousin Lothíriel, Boromir realised the depths of his feelings for Aeroniel. Boromir had long believed that he would never marry, but meeting Aeroniel — and most importantly, imagining a world where he was married to someone who wasn't her — pushed him to finally tell her how he felt about her and ask her to be his wife. Lovely artwork by @murder-me-with-ink ❤️
Soon after Boromir proposed, he and Aeroniel married in secret, with Faramir as their only witness. They knew that Denethor would never approve of Boromir marrying someone who he didn't choose, so they vowed to keep their relationship secret until the time was right. Beautiful artwork by @taisha-san 🩷
Boromir and Aeroniel on their wedding night. Fantastic artworks by @beelzeebub (top) and @pointdotiozao (bottom) 🥰
Aeroniel didn't want Boromir to leave Minas Tirith and travel to Rivendell, and he didn't wish to leave either. She tried to convince him to not go, and he stayed with her that night, but he had to leave the next morning. Stunning artwork by @kuuniichi 🩵
After the Horn of Gondor washed up on the banks of the Anduin, Faramir visited Aeroniel and informed her that they believed Boromir dead. Weeks later, Boromir returned to Minas Tirith very much alive, and reunited with his darling wife. Gorgeous artwork by @dagnyart 💜
Not long after the end of the war, Aeroniel discovered that she was with child. Months later, while he is out training some soldiers, Boromir was told that his wife had gone into labour. He rushed back home to find that his child — a daughter — had already been born. Though he missed the birth, Boromir was still overjoyed. After so long without hope for the future, here was the manifestation of it bundled up in his arms. Aeroniel suggested that they name her Finduilas, after Boromir's late mother. Another fantastic artwork by @theoasiswinds 💚
Fanfiction/Writing
Faramir tells Aeroniel of Boromir’s “death”.
Other Posts
Boromir and Aeroniel's children
Some random questions I answered about Boromir and Aeroniel
A very short snippet of Faramir coming to tell Aeroniel that Boromir is (not actually, but neither of them know that) dead. TW for mentions of death, and the loss of a child. I wrote this a long time ago so I hope it’s still good :)
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“Oh, dear Faramir! Come in, please! I shall make you some tea!” Aeroniel was as cheerful as she always was when Faramir came to visit her — which didn’t happen as often as he would have liked — her hand resting on her ever-growing belly. It broke his heart to know that his little niece or nephew would never have the chance to meet their father.
Faramir followed his sister-in-law inside of her home, his heart heavy with the dire news he was bringing to her. Boromir and poor, sweet Aeroniel had only been married for a few months before her husband’s duty bid him to Rivendell, tearing them asunder, and now… well, now they would never see each other again. He allowed her to lead him to the dining room, where she flitted around preparing the tea.
“Please, sister, allow me to take care of the tea. You should be resting,” Faramir said, standing from his chair.
“Oh, Faramir, I am fine! And you are a guest, it is only right that I should wait on you.” The young woman smiled widely as she placed the teacup and saucer on the table in front of her brother-in-law, pouring the steaming liquid into the cup before serving her own. Then, Aeroniel sat down in the chair across from his, smiling at him expectantly.
“Tell me, do you bring me news of my love? Shall I be expecting him home soon?” Oh, how she had missed her darling Boromir! His strong arms holding her, making her feel safe and warm… his kind smile which always made her giddy… once she knew when he’d be home, Aeroniel would be sure to prepare his favourite lamb stew for supper, as she was sure that he would have missed such comforts after so long away.
“I… I do bring news of Boromir, though it is not the news that we have been hoping for.” Faramir’s voice trembled, trying hard to keep himself together for Aeroniel’s sake. His resolve crumbled, and a traitorous tear managed to escape his eye and roll down his cheek. How could he be expected not to weep, when his brother, his best friend, was gone forever?
“Faramir?” Aeroniel asked, tilting her head to the side slightly in confusion, though her hands were beginning to tremble. “F-Faramir, please… what news of my Boromir?”
“Aeroniel,” he said, his voice cracking. Faramir reached into his bag, retrieving something which he then placed in Aeroniel’s lap. She looked down at the object, quickly realising what it was — the Horn of Gondor, split in two. There were a few moments of silence, which were soon broken by the sound of Aeroniel’s teacup — having slipped from her hand — shattering on the floor.
Though Faramir had not said the words, Aeroniel knew what it was that he meant.
Boromir was dead.
“N-no… no, it cannot be true. Boromir told me, he promised me—”
“I am so sorry, Aeroniel… the horn washed up on the banks of the Anduin, cloven in two. We have no news of what happened, but we assume that he fell in battle.”
Before Faramir had even finished his sentence, Aeroniel clutched at her stomach, letting out a cry. It did not take Faramir long to realise what was happening, and he quickly carried her upstairs to her bed. A few hours later, he had delivered her of a tiny baby boy, who was far too small to survive, since it was not his time to come into the world yet. Aeroniel named him Boromir, after her husband, and the boy passed away in his mother’s arms shortly after. Faramir knew that he must take Aeroniel to a healer to ensure she was healthy after her ordeal, but he also knew that due to the secrecy of her and Boromir’s marriage, no one must know who the father was. When the healer asked, Faramir simply told her that Aeroniel was a widow.
