Disclaimer: Tolkien discovered Middle-earth and mapped its borders – Kortirion scribbles in the margins.
He sees it now – the emotion previously unreadable in his brother’s face. Dreaming, he grasps Faramir’s coat, shakes him hard... his brother pulls back, drifting out of his grip... He can’t hear Faramir’s words... there’s another wordless voice in his head... distracting him... No... no...!
Boromir wakes with a start – the small fire’s nothing but embers. The others sleep... apart from the elf, whose shining eyes watch the stars. The man turns. The hobbits lie comfortably together... no creased brows, no uneasy wakefulness... though Frodo mumbles softly.
Boromir envies them their small dreams in ways he’d never considered possible before.