Character: Boromir (Boromir/Theodred implied)
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed.
Branches sagged under the weight of wet snow; Boromir had not expected to encounter bad weather in the mountains so early. Widowmakers, he thought wryly, hearing another bough crash to the ground as he fashioned a rough shelter. He'd leave no widow to mourn, only Faramir and Denethor. Perhaps one other might feel a pang of loss when word ever reached him.
Yet it was not in Boromir to be maudlin. Pillowing his head on his pack he let his mind drift: another night, another fire, the scent of pine beneath their bedrolls, the warmth of the man beside him.