Characters: Miraculously alive Boromir, Faramir
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From the Ashes
Boromir lingered by the communal cook-fires near the banks of the Anduin - homes were still being rebuilt.
Eating his meat slowly he watched the City...blurred and distorted through the smoke-haze.
A cup of mead was thrust into his hand. Slowly he locked gaze with the grey eyes of the giver.
“How did you know...?” he whispered.
“Echoes...rekindled,” Faramir said, “of your voice...your laugh, you never left me...completely.”
Boromir put his forehead against his brother's...saying nothing.
*At the first circle he looked back at the fires. Spread out like a giant phoenix...ruffling its feathers of flame, eyeing the sky.