Genre: Well, it wasn’t really meant as humor, but I suppose….
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed for a moment.
Simple pleasures, for a soldier
Boromir was not a man who took great stock in possessions. Well-tailored garments made sense, saving time and bother; finely crafted armor and sword were necessities, not vain displays.
In Rivendell, though, he encountered soap of such surpassing excellence that he gasped in surprise and delight. A dense creamy chunk that could have been molded to his hand, scented of lemon and rosemary. Vast quantities of hot water, and that marvelous soap – he felt his body had been recast, his aching spirit poured into a new skin.
He wondered how much he could slip into his pack without arousing suspicion.