Characters: Boromir, unnamed Rohirrim no, not like that
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.
Boromir passes the night in a Rohirric tavern in Minas Tirith.
As Close as Memory Allows
The White Horse Tavern smells of spiced meat, dark ale, and peat, and Boromir thinks it is the next best thing to being in Rohan. He sits at a corner table, drinking mead, observing as the crowd of Rohirrim enjoy this short night.
Urged by friends, a young Rohir stands and begins to sing. Boromir does not understand the words, but he recognizes the music. It is of Théodred’s favourites, a vibrant song of life’s simple joys.
He closes his eyes, listens with his whole heart. I hope you are well on this Midsummer’s night, Théodred. Would that we were together.