Character: Miraculously alive Boromir
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“There at last when the mallorn leaves were falling but spring had not yet come...” Tolkien, The Return of the King, p 1063
Snow on Mallorns
Thin, late snow covers the mallorn trees and their fallen leaves. The forest is silent; his breathing the only perceptible sound.
No echo of a voice in his head...
Leaves are pushing out of the snow like pale mottled gold in the imprints left by his boot soles. Boromir puts one in his palm. The perfection of its outline against his weatherworn skin makes his eyelids burn. As it is fading he feels the beauty of the forest...no longer weighed down by its ethereal, taintless splendour.