Post by Boromir on Jun 30, 2017 21:12:15 GMT -5
Boromir may not know a great deal about women but he could see that Luthien was very different from his cousin. He couldn’t picture the elf spending her day trying dresses and brushing her hair. She needed more than that. She was a warrior and needed training, something that was very important if she didn’t want to be all rusty by the time she left here. Because Boromir knew she would be leaving at some point. And he doubted his father would give her an escort. He would, up to their last standout point, after that she would be on her own. He could also see her as a scholar, if only because it was a trait he had been told was common to elves. And Minas Tirith holding what had to be the oldest archive of Man’s history, it had to be of some interest to her. He would have to make sure to know what she would be allowed to read though, but she seemed pleased to know that she could go there in the future and, somehow, this made him pleased too.
Boromir didn’t know what her rank in the elf military forces she had but he figured she had to be some sort of scout. This meant she probably didn’t have men under her command like he did. Boromir not only was in charge of the whole army, he knew he would one day be the steward. He had a duty towards the people of Minas Tirith. And he felt like he was failing them. “If I do, then the people need to have higher expectations,” he replied as she tried to cheer him up. He appreciated the gesture but knew it wouldn’t change anything.
To show his point, he waved at the city below them they could see from the ramparts. “I have a duty towards each and every one of them. To keep them safe. But the truth is, with each passing year, we’re seeing we are losing ground. Maybe just a little, but eventually we will run out of men to send to death in this battle. Yet there is nothing more I can do.” He sighed. He had hoped to find some scriptures that would be enlightening but had yet found that miraculous piece of paper.
Boromir didn’t know what her rank in the elf military forces she had but he figured she had to be some sort of scout. This meant she probably didn’t have men under her command like he did. Boromir not only was in charge of the whole army, he knew he would one day be the steward. He had a duty towards the people of Minas Tirith. And he felt like he was failing them. “If I do, then the people need to have higher expectations,” he replied as she tried to cheer him up. He appreciated the gesture but knew it wouldn’t change anything.
To show his point, he waved at the city below them they could see from the ramparts. “I have a duty towards each and every one of them. To keep them safe. But the truth is, with each passing year, we’re seeing we are losing ground. Maybe just a little, but eventually we will run out of men to send to death in this battle. Yet there is nothing more I can do.” He sighed. He had hoped to find some scriptures that would be enlightening but had yet found that miraculous piece of paper.