The 25th of March
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tolkien100Title: The 25th of March
Author: Meril
Word Count: 100
Characters/Work: Boromir. LOTR.
Adult Content/Pairing: None
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Author Notes: Written for the same instant drabbling challenge as previous three posts. This time the words were gathering, skirt, bitters, and mother. Also had to include drinking (for St. Patrick's Day) and new year (for March 25th: the Gondorian new year post-WOTR). Features original characters borrowed from Aeneid (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
adraefan).
The 25th of March
During the gathering at their chosen tavern, Boromir observed his men.
The men joked that old Amlaith (who now sipped at a brew silently) wouldn’t smile for his mother. Red-haired Ragnor sat with a barmaid beside him, whispering in her ear and fingering her skirt.
But there were empty spaces. Heldar, who wouldn’t see his rosy-cheeked wife again. Baran, who had barely sprouted a beard.
The best comes with the bitters, or so they say. Taking a long look at the crowded, laughing, living tavern, Boromir drained his ale.
To a new year. Remember the dead, but still keep living.
Author: Meril
Word Count: 100
Characters/Work: Boromir. LOTR.
Adult Content/Pairing: None
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Author Notes: Written for the same instant drabbling challenge as previous three posts. This time the words were gathering, skirt, bitters, and mother. Also had to include drinking (for St. Patrick's Day) and new year (for March 25th: the Gondorian new year post-WOTR). Features original characters borrowed from Aeneid (
adraefan). The 25th of March
During the gathering at their chosen tavern, Boromir observed his men.
The men joked that old Amlaith (who now sipped at a brew silently) wouldn’t smile for his mother. Red-haired Ragnor sat with a barmaid beside him, whispering in her ear and fingering her skirt.
But there were empty spaces. Heldar, who wouldn’t see his rosy-cheeked wife again. Baran, who had barely sprouted a beard.
The best comes with the bitters, or so they say. Taking a long look at the crowded, laughing, living tavern, Boromir drained his ale.
To a new year. Remember the dead, but still keep living.
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