Characters; The Fellowship of the Ring.
For the 'Supper' challenge.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
No banquet, this supper of cold meats, pickles, bread and fruit; but better by far than the last time these eight had eaten together, in Moria.
He wondered if the others also thought of the, missing, ninth who had been so desperate to save Gondor. Strange that all those here had, eventually, fought to that very end. Gondor was safe.
The Steward’s son had been tempted almost beyond endurance by the siren song of The Ring… yet so, he guessed, had they all, every one. He knew that he had.
He stood and raised his cup.
“To Boromir,” said Frodo.