Source: FotR!movieverse – ish
Disclaimer: Tolkien made a glorious world; Kortirion suns herself in the glow.
‘Had he travelled so far - for this?’
Boromir snatched up his wine, draining it before slamming the cup down angrily. He stalked down the hall, then back - ‘they would walk into Mordor...?’
He snarled impatiently, refilling his cup, carelessly slopping more wine.
“You do not simply walk into Mordor!”
He spoke aloud, before gulping the heady drink.
“We shall not be so obvious.” said a soft voice behind him.
Boromir spun around. The Ranger dabbled one finger in the spilt liquid, before putting it to his mouth. Boromir stared - trying hard to assure himself his light-headedness was only the wine.