Book/Source: LotR sorta thing
Disclaimer: Not my son of Gondor, Tolkien's son of Gondor.
Note: For the Doom challenge. Written instead of defrosting the freezer.
He had fought bravely to the end of his strength but the time had come to admit defeat, to face at last the doom he had so long sought to evade.
Noble warrior that he was, head held ever high, he acknowledged his foe’s victory. Under stern guard was he force-marched to the one place he feared above all others, but that fear he would never betray.
Grim of visage, valiant of bearing, none would ever know the horror coursing through his body as dread fate bore down upon him.
Hands on hips, his enemy grinned.
“Bathtime, Boromir!” announced Nanny.