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Title: Soldier Son
Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Summary: in the starlit twilight Aragorn visits Boromir’s memorial for the first time.
Disclaimer: I did not create these characters, no infringement intended.
Feedback: welcomed and appreciated
Crossposted: My Livejournal, A03, Dreamwidth
Word Count: 1857
Note: this was supposed to only be a brief beat in another (boromir!lives) fic, but I got stuck on the idea of the people of Gondor wanting to honor Boromir that I indulged myself!

Or read Solider Son @ A03

( Faramir had been the one to approve the monument, to know the details of its fashioning, Aragorn having laid his trust, and the burden, upon his Steward )

I pulled out my extended versions of the LOTR trilogy a while ago, and this weekend decided to just get over myself and watch them. It's an rather grey, overcast day, the leaves are falling again on the breeze outside the window and the temperature is almost cool enough to throw open the doors and windows, a welcome change! Feels like the perfect day for Middle Earth. Just now realizing that I never even opened ROTK, it's still in the plastic! So I've never seen actually seen the full extended version of ROTK; I only saw it in theaters. We'll see how it goes, but I've already teared up when Bilbo hugged Gandalf in the Shire (RIP dear, dear Mr. Holm) and we know it's only downhill from there!

Obviously, FOTR is visually so, so beautiful. I can feel the love that was poured into it; it has everything, the remarkable cast, the music, the exquisite detail. Rarely have I been so transported to another 'world' by a movie; seeing Return of the Jedi in the theater was when I was a kid was the most comparable.

And Sean Bean as Boromir is so, so gorgeous, it makes the heart ache. It's been said before, and better, but Boromir got such a raw deal, faced with impossible situation, impossible pressures.

And just because I only recently learned this: I've always noticed the feather-like design on Bormoir's vambraces and the clasps of his cloak but I didn't know that this is the (seabird) mark of the Númenor, and it appears in nearly all the uniforms of Gondor, and again in the winged crown Aragorn eventually wears. I wish I'd saved the link where this was mentioned but of course I can't find it now. Doh!

Sean Bean still give me a shiver when Boromir says: Gondor has no king, Gondor needs no king. Ah! I'll never finish this if I don't stop rewinding/re-watching all the Boromir parts, ha!

Looking back through my misty memory, this may be the first epic-length LOTR fic that I read. Back then it was hosted on fanfic.net, but happily can now be found on AO3. Surprisingly (coming from me, ha!) this is NOT Aragorn/Boromir, though their relationship here is no less engaging. And, at times achingly beautiful, this storytelling portrays much the Boromir of my imagination: strong, proud, flawed, stubborn, funny, decent and deeply beautiful inside and out. I adore the relationship between Boromir and Merry here, and just the entire thing. It's one of those stories that, once you reach the bittersweet end, you feel as if you're being parted from your dearest friend. I could say a lot more, but, in the end, just go read! :)

The Captain and the King
By: plasticChevy
AU story - Saruman believes Isildur's Heir is carrying the Ring, so he sends his orcs to capture the Men of the Fellowship. Aragorn and Boromir are taken prisoner at Parth Galen.
Words:146475

The Captain and the King

Just going through some of my old stuff. Once upon a time I was into photomaniping, this is one of the those that I luckily had backed up and survived the theft of my laptop. Originally created in remembrance of Boromir's birthday.

Just to spread a little holiday smut merriment, I thought I’d put this up . . . and I still say it’s so wrong, on so many levels, but it still makes me laugh. *g* This version is very slightly altered from the original posting, you can find that here if interested.

Anyway, here we are, a complete and utter perversion of “Twas the Night Before Christmas” by Clement Clarke Moore. A thousand apologies to Mr. Moore.
Pairings: Aragorn/Boromir/Faramir
Nc17-ish.

( what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a nearly naked Aragorn snogging a completely naked Boromir. )

I'm going to weigh in, albeit briefly, on the E-word (election). I voted, I waited, I agonized, I consumed an entire box of dark chocolate covered cherries (the sweets not the box, that is) and I was ultimately disappointed. I love my country, I believe in it (most days), and while I cannot quite comprehend why so many voted for Bush, well, there's not a whole lot I'm going to do about it and for me the hositlity surrounding the whole issue is getting a bit old. How I wish things had gone differently. So, the state of affairs being what they are, I'm turning my energies elsewhere: consider this space an election free zone. Look instead for perving worshipping of all things SeanBean/Boromir, probably in the form of fic and nonsense such as the following... (in other words more of the usual, *g*)

And that leads me to...Two Towers Boromir! Have you seen anything more adorable lately? The Horn! The Minas Tirith armor and he's all mine, mine! God, I love amazon.com today, and no, you can't borrow him-well, not unless you ask very, very, very nicely. *G*





And now I see there's a matching Faramir too...am thinking one can't very well have one and not the other...then I'll only need an Aragorn and they can have a threeso---never mind. *cuddles Bory/hugs flist*

A ficlet written without slash in mind (yes, it can happen!), no pairing, just Boromir and his fears and doubts.


Summary: Boromir’s thoughts while nearing the end of, and after, his long journey to Imladris.

( I am weary, and that truth finds me here in the wilds alone, bound for Imladris, a place that may not even exist except in lore )