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The White City - Linda Hoyland

Author: Linda Hoyland
The White City
Rating: PG
Theme: Eye of the Beholder
Author's Notes: Written as a belated birthday gift for Ellynn and to illustrate her lovely artwork
Summary: Boromir is haunted by visions of Minas Tirith
Word Count:300

These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.

The White City. Boromir thought of it almost every waking moment now. He had seen many wonders on his travels, but nothing compared to its beauty. The sight of the sunlight glistening on the Tower of Ecthelion never failed to stir his heart.

Over the centuries, so much of the splendour of Númenor had crumbled to dust or been despoiled by their enemies, but Minas Tirith remained, as unbowed as the valiant men who defended her; men willing to shed their last drop of blood for this proud Queen of cities.

Boromir closed his eyes and imagined his return home. The silver trumpets would sound and the banners flutter in the breeze as he rode through the City gates. His father would hail him as Gondor’s saviour, the lines of care forever banished from his face, when he learned that he had brought the mighty weapon that would save them all. His brother would embrace him with love and pride. Minas Tirith would blossom and flourish as in the days of old. Maybe they would even make him king!

“You shall have an hour in which to decide, Frodo.”

Aragorn’s voice broke his reverie. Frodo looked troubled as he wandered away from the group.

A sudden fear seized Boromir. What if the Ringbearer chose wrongly? He was but a simple Halfling. What if he chose to take the Ring to Mordor instead? Such folly would be the ruin of them all! What chance of success would he have? The Dark Lord would most surely capture Frodo, and with him, all hopes of saving Boromir’s beautiful City from being laid waste by Sauron’s foul minions.

He must make Frodo see reason. He must! Visions of Minas Tirith in ruins swam before his eyes.
Boromir rose and went in search of Frodo.


( 9 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 17th, 2012 01:20 am (UTC)
I expect this is exactly how it happened. Poor Boromir.
Feb. 17th, 2012 10:47 am (UTC)
Thank you, I'm pleased it rang true for you.
Feb. 17th, 2012 10:16 am (UTC)
Beautifully written. And I am so happy that you chose this picture as inspiration. :)
Feb. 17th, 2012 10:42 am (UTC)
Thank you. I'm so pleased you liked this. I'm sorry it is rather late for your birthday. I wanted to write about Boromir but the Muses were not being helpful. and then your lovely artwork inspired me!
Feb. 17th, 2012 11:21 am (UTC)
Please don't appologize! It really doesn't matter when you wrote/posted this. *hugs*
Feb. 17th, 2012 11:38 am (UTC)
Hugs back.
Feb. 18th, 2012 05:10 pm (UTC)
Ah! I love this expansion on both the movie moment and that pivotal point at which the decision was made to pursue Frodo and seek to "persuade" him. Well done, and a perfect complement to Ellynn's picture!
Feb. 21st, 2012 05:22 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much. I'm pleased you liked it and felt I'd done Ellynn's artwork justice!
Feb. 23rd, 2012 04:12 pm (UTC)
I think you captured much of what drove Boromir, his hopes and fears, really well. And I like how it builds and grows through his thoughts to the moment where Boromir feels he must act immediately.
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