Disclaimer: Tolkien’s universe… Kortirion’s grain of sand.
Notes: A companion piece to ‘Spada’ – because fawsley wanted a second look
It was a sight not unusual, a man cleaning his sword... Perhaps it was the low, evening light gilding the steel that caught his eye... perhaps the abrupt movement of swinging the blade aloft to examine the edge... suddenly Boromir’s eye was drawn to Aragorn, and he was momentarily transfixed. A seated man holding a long sword upright, the setting sun gilding the haze of wind-blown hair into a dusky crown...
And he was back – the old woman tapping the cards... ‘Look for him, lord – the man of power may save you...'
“Spada!” Boromir mumbled, swallowed hard... and looked away.