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The Smithy by Karri

Author: Karri
Title: The Smithy
Rating: G
Theme: International Fanworks Day
Elements: Lord of the Rings - Boromir
Author's Notes: None
Summary: Young Boromir indulges in his passion.
Word Count: 433

Boromir stopped outside and slid down to sit beneath the window. He wasn’t hiding -- the blacksmith knew he was there; somehow he always did, regardless of whether Boromir stayed outside beneath the window or eventually entered the forge – but sometimes he just liked to listen for a while first; it brought a peace to his soul that was often hard to find elsewhere in these days since mother had… Boromir closed his eyes, banishing her from his thoughts and focusing instead on the music.

The sound was beautiful; he could imagine nothing else in the world that could sing so sweetly. He had not seen battle yet, of course, but Boromir could envision it when he heard the rhythmic clanging of metal on metal as a new sword was born.

He would be a great swordsman someday, he was certain of it; tales of his deeds would be told throughout the land – tales that rivaled those of even the greatest heroes old. That was his destiny. But… Sometimes, sitting here, he let himself dream of a different future…less glorious, perhaps, but no less important – for what was a swordsman without a sword.

A blacksmith’s life! That was the life he would live if he could, he thought. What could be better than taking a cold lump of iron and shaping into something with equal parts beautiful craftsmanship and deadly function?

A slow smile spread across his face as Boromir slipped inside the door. No longer content with listening, he wanted to see the spark of the hammerscale as the weapon took shape. It was magical – that process.

Boromir wondered, sometimes, if there were anything a smith could not create.

Aulë, the Great Smith, had forged the very mountains and seas of the world, and even the vessels of that carried the light of the sun and the moon. Aulë was a Vala, though; Boromir was but a Man. Yet… The blacksmith before him was but a Man, also, and yet this lump of metal he now hammered would soon be transformed into something so far beyond what it had been that there must surely be some magic possessed by all smiths. They surely could not be just Men like any other Men, Boromir decided. Perhaps that was why he was destined to be a swordsman, instead. Perhaps he was just a Man…

Boromir wilted a little with the thought, but then squared his shoulders. It may be that I am just a Man, he determined, but I shall be a great Man – one worthy of a sword wrought even by the like of Aulë, himself.


( 24 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 15th, 2015 09:30 pm (UTC)
I like the idea of young Boromir being soothed -- and inspired -- by the music of swordsmithing.
Feb. 15th, 2015 09:37 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Feb. 15th, 2015 09:39 pm (UTC)
This was splendid! Dear Boromir, I can see this. Lovely fic.
Feb. 15th, 2015 09:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad that you enjoyed it!
Feb. 16th, 2015 01:02 am (UTC)
Very well done! I like the idea of Boromir being a fan as well as having them.
Feb. 16th, 2015 02:04 am (UTC)
Thank you!
Feb. 16th, 2015 01:41 am (UTC)
What fun to see that there was something that could inspire Boromir's own enthusiasm! I can easily see him being fascinated with smithing. Perhaps if he had lived he might have become a collector of fine swords...
Feb. 16th, 2015 02:04 am (UTC)
Thanks! I can imagine that he would have...
Feb. 16th, 2015 02:03 am (UTC)
I liked this. I can well imagine Boromir admiring the Smith's craft.
Feb. 16th, 2015 02:04 am (UTC)
Thanks! Thanks for betaing it, as well.
Feb. 16th, 2015 03:01 am (UTC)
Oh, wonderful! Hmm...I don't think I could write it, but you know, maybe there's a Boromir Lives AU bunny out there when he's but grievously wounded, and he's carried back to Lothlorien in the boat, and learns smithing from the Elves? The Dwarves aren't the only ones who knew smithcraft, of course! Elves need horseshoes and swords too, and I imagine that Lothlorien must have a smith somewhere who could teach him.
Feb. 16th, 2015 03:04 am (UTC)
Thanks! Perhaps there is a great smith of Men beyond the confines of the world that can teach him, and in his next life, he can life the happy, humble life of a smith.
Feb. 16th, 2015 04:33 am (UTC)
I'd like to see something about that :) Sounds wonderful!
Feb. 16th, 2015 05:05 pm (UTC)
How lovely and uplifting that Boromir would have such an appreciation for a humble profession. Tells me he was on the way to be a great man and a great steward.
Feb. 16th, 2015 05:23 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm very glad that you enjoyed it.
Feb. 17th, 2015 02:26 pm (UTC)
An interesting glimpse into Boromir's character
Feb. 18th, 2015 01:53 am (UTC)
Thanks for reading!
Feb. 17th, 2015 03:20 pm (UTC)
The sound of a smithy is unique and I love Boromir's interpretation of the rhythm and music of steel. Very nice.

- Erulisse (one L)
Feb. 18th, 2015 01:53 am (UTC)
Thank you!
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Feb. 18th, 2015 01:54 am (UTC)
I think in his time, the life a person led was often not fully a choice they got to make. Thanks for commenting!
Feb. 24th, 2015 07:27 am (UTC)
Oh, but this rings so true! I love how he finds balm for the loss of his mother in listening to the forging of weapons. And he will be a great warrior, after all. Excellent!
Feb. 24th, 2015 11:37 am (UTC)
Thank you! This one is my favorite of the two that I posted.
Apr. 3rd, 2015 05:42 am (UTC)
I liked this -- very evocative. (I hope you don't mind a late comment; I got distracted by b2mem!)
Apr. 4th, 2015 03:21 am (UTC)
Thanks for the comment! Very glad to hear that you liked it! :)
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