Aragorn opened the map gently, careful of its brittle creases and edges. So much had changed: Mordor was a blasted heath, where nothing lived and nothing grew; Osgiliath had been abandoned to the Orcs, and could not be rebuilt. Even the borders of the Shire had changed, though for the better--the Ents had seen to that.
He traced the path they had taken, carefully above the surface, as he had done countless times. He stopped, as always, at Rauros, the mingled blood and dust preserved by time. Salt and copper filled his mouth--and a single tear marked memory.
Summary: Paper, blood and dust--Aragorn remembers Boromir.
Rated: PG
Categories: LOTR FPS Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 98 Read: 588
Published: 08 Aug 2009 Updated: 08 Aug 2009