Characters/Pairing: Boromir and his soldiers
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine! Boromir belongs to JRRT, and the OCs belong to Aeneid, so quite literally nothing is mine.
Author's Notes: Written a very long time ago for a challenge between friends. I just changed the title ("The 25th of March") because I only now realized that that date wasn't Gondor's New Year until after the War! *blushes*
Gone but not forgotten
During the gathering at their chosen tavern, Boromir observed his men.
The men joked that old Amlaith (who now sipped at a brew silently) wouldn’t smile for his mother. Red-haired Ragnor sat with a barmaid beside him, whispering in her ear and fingering her skirt.
But there were empty spaces. Heldar, who wouldn’t see his rosy-cheeked wife again. Baran, who had barely sprouted a beard.
The best comes with the bitters, or so they say. Taking a long look at the crowded, laughing, living tavern, Boromir drained his ale.
To a new year. Remember the dead, but still keep living.