Character: Miraculously alive Boromir
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Tolkien.
Note: AU. Boromir has now reached the Anduin and is suffering some bad weather, or...
Like an Emerald Ghost
Boromir sat close to his fire by the Anduin, when the wind rushed out of the trees like an emerald ghost.
It bit his neck, tugged at his hair and hammered its fists into the small of his back; tore at the corners of his tightly wound cloak, making them flap aggressively, like the wings of caged birds.
It dived into the fire, scooped up handfuls of flame and flung them across the river in a shower of sparks.
Finally the wind ceased, its rage spent...
It moulded itself gently to Boromir, brushed a kiss across his weather-beaten face...and withdrew.