Trees sighing, soughing in the empty wind. Even the thin dark needles of the pines above were shedding, falling as prickling reminders of what they had been. This sad wind, with its wet tears lingering in the thin high blossoms of grey skies, promised further sighings.
He lay, unthinkingly relaxed upon the bank of brittle broken spines from many years before; one leg outstretched, under which the foot of its bent brother nested.
His hand pillowed his head, holding a purple tunic soaking in his fallen tears. His arms were empty as the wind, his heart's sighing mirroring the song's unhappiness.
Summary: It was just a picture of thin pines against a watered sky...
Rated: G
Categories: LOTR FPS Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 101 Read: 395
Published: 08 Apr 2012 Updated: 08 Apr 2012