Character: Boromir and OC
Source: LotR - AU – don’t read if you’re a cannon freak!
Disclaimer: Tolkien wouldn’t like it, but Cornwell would understand.
Notes: My OC, Boromir’s Nurse is a mean old broad with a history of violence! [Part of a longer story]
“Use the pommel – weapons have two ends! Stamp on him – he’s down – keep him there!”
Boromir gritted his teeth, stamping the dirt before attacking his pursuer.
“Use your fist!”
A clout made his ear ring. Angered, he lashed out, encountering empty space.
He obeyed – only to have his heel caught. Suddenly – he was on his back, winded and blinking. He dived, stabbing hard; the wooden blade slid off his nurse’s buff-coated thigh; he hit the ground.
“Master Bethil says only girl’s kick,” he growled.
You’re ten,” she replied, “old enough to forget chivalric history, real violence keeps you alive.