Author: Alma Heart
Characters/Pairing: Boromir and Aragorn
Disclaimer: All of Middle Earth is from the hand of Tolkien. I own nothing. I make no profit from the drabble.
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Boromir paused in his reminiscence, catching quiet sadness in Aragorn’s silence. “Aragorn? What ails you, my friend?”
Aragorn seemed startled from some trance. “It is nothing.”
It was not, and Boromir waited. Aragorn sighed. “Long and far I have wandered,” he murmured. “But still I have no home.”
Strange, ancient sadness pierced Boromir’s heart, the endless, anguished longing of the exile.
No. Not anymore. “But you will. Someday, you will return to the land of your people, and you will make it your home.”
Aragorn blinked, surprised.
Then he smiled.
In that earnest voice, he could suddenly hear silver trumpets.