Disclaimer: Tolkien’s imaginings – my unseemly thoughts!
‘Fools! They cannot just walk into Mordor!’
Boromir fumed with rage as he stamped down the stairs, through the gardens. At the river he vented his frustration by viciously hurling pebbles into the waters. So intent was he, he failed to hear the soft tread approaching.
“Not fools, Boromir, just desperate.”
He started guiltily, caught in the act of throwing stones. Bravado made him throw the last one anyway. He turned to snarl a response; again, those grey eyes caught him unawares. He couldn’t utter a word… afraid he might blurt out the confession that would make him the fool.