Characters: Boromir/Theodred implied
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed.
For the “Storm” challenge.
The dream is always the same.
I stand in a river, in the pouring rain. Not the Anduin; something smaller, fast-moving, shallow and rocky – the Isen. Around me the din of battle: weapons clang, horses scream, men curse or moan as they fall.
In my dream I can neither see nor speak; I stagger, trying desperately to reach the one voice I recognize. He shouts warning, encouragement, his voice rings with exhilaration. Then the screech of rasping steel, a gasp, a guttural, triumphant roar –
The crash of thunder wakes me, heart pounding. Théo sleeps peacefully beside me, hair tousled, smiling.