Disclaimer: Tolkien’s legendarium
Dark as his father’s wine cellar when the candle blew out… Théodred paused, letting his eyes adjust. No, still darkness… He reached one hand forward, swinging it slowly outwards… no wall. He thought to shuffle forward, at the same moment doubting… if there were no wall perhaps there was no floor ahead…? He remained still.
He swallowed hard, fighting the demon of panic in his chest – then listened… was that water? With the growing ebb and flo, his world slowly became illuminated.
He stood… in a grey boat… in which Boromir sat!
“Wh-where are we…?”
“Anywhere you want to be.”