Characters: Faramir, Adrahil, Boromir
Disclaimer: Entirely fiction
A/N: for the Far Side of the World challenge at Tolkien Weekly
Waves sparkled gold, a breeze sweeping the sea, but none so dazzling as those to the West.
“What goes there, Grandfather?”
“The far side of the world, Faramir. No man dares set foot there.”
“Tis for elves, and other eternal beings.”
“If we can’t go there, why must we stand silently at Bread?”
“Respect. Gratitude for the lives we were spared.”
Boromir gazed at the horizon, mapping plans of adventure and glory.
“What is it like?”
“A place of peace and beauty, or so it is said.”
Boromir sighed. Maybe when he was too old to lift his sword.