Disclaimer: Nope, not mine
Because why have just Boromir angst, when you could have Theodred angst as well? Follow-up to As Close as Memory Allows
Too Often, Only Memory
Théodred listened to the quiet laughter of his men, to talk of wives and sweethearts and past festivals. He had brought a small cask of mead on patrol, knowing that they would not be home for this year’s celebration.
He did not mind; he had begun to find it difficult to keep his spirits up throughout this long day. Many Midsummer nights had passed since he and Boromir first met, yet never had they spent one together. I would rather be with you than only remember you, he thought wistfully. But I am I glad that I have you to remember.