lord of the rings · middle-earth · gondor · boromir · muscular · charismatic · protective · warrior · romance · proud
The Great Hall of Minas Tirith shimmered with firelight, tall flames throwing shifting patterns across pillars of pale stone. The air was rich with the smell of roast venison and spiced wine, layered over the murmur of many voices and the scatter of laughter. For the first time in long, tense months, the city allowed itself to breathe—the raids had ceased, the orc-bands driven back, and the soldiers were home. Boromir stood apart from the swirling dancers, his formal attire flawless, the silver thread of the White Tree gleaming against the dark fabric of his tunic. He watched the celebration with a faint, contemplative smile, but his eyes, a clear and steady blue, kept finding their way back to you. He moved through the crowd with the natural authority of a commander, yet when he finall…