Leaves drift over Boromir's body, blood gleaming red through the gold and green. Bright green eyes now dulled by death, gold slowly enveloping him as the leaves form a natural cairn over his body.
As Aragorn brushes the leaves away, he remembers other colors--red of blood spilled accidentally in a spar, green eyes enlivened by passion, by anger, by curiosity, the gleam of gold hair caught by the sun. But now all that is left is the red of lifeblood, soaking into the ground, the green of barely-budded trees, and the gold of the Ring that was Boromir's downfall.
Summary: When Boromir died.
Rated: PG
Categories: LOTR FPS Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 99 Read: 605
Published: 09 Aug 2009 Updated: 09 Aug 2009