One for sorrow...
The old rhyme his mother had taught him came into Aragorn's mind as he watched a blackbird alight on a barren tree limb, preen itself, then fold into sleep.
The One Ring had indeed brought sorrow and tears to them all, and made seven of nine, one fallen into shadow, the other fallen in glory. Shadow or glory, they were still fallen, and would not be seen again.
Two for joy....
There would be little joy for him, for the one to make him two was gone.
They remained seven for a secret--but joy would come.
Summary: One for sorrow, two for joy... but there is only one.
Rated: G
Categories: LOTR FPS Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 99 Read: 502
Published: 08 Aug 2009 Updated: 08 Aug 2009