For the Moonlight 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.
It had taken so long to get here, seeking an answer to his riddle, and now he was cooling his heels and waiting for… who knew what.
But, in honesty, Boromir was enjoying the peace and the… slightly rustic… charm of Rivendell.
The gardens were beautiful – especially the statues. He gazed in admiration at a life-sized male figure set under a waterfall, the head thrown back, eyes half closed; in the moonlight the alabaster almost glowed.
Next morning he was surprised to find the statue gone.
At lunch time he was introduced to Legolas and could not hide his blush.