Disclaimer: All is the Professor's
Author's Note: For the 'outside' challenge.
Always have I been outside, looking in. As a small boy I sat by the fire and played at my father's feet, but when my mother was taken from us I was cast out, torn from my accustomed hearth-seat and thrown to the cold.
My brother is the torch that keeps the worst of the chill from my bones and lights my way, but all else here is winter dark to me. The cold has me, and I might never now be warm again.
Boromir has my father's love, as I would have, but always I am outside, looking in.