?

Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

Author: Wormwood
Title:  Talking to a Dead Tree by Moonlight
Rating: G
Theme: The White Tree
Elements:  The years had taken their toll
Author's Notes:  A late entry for the "The White Tree" challenge.
Summary: Boromir, the Tree and moonlight
Word Count: 442

Talking to a Dead Tree by Moonlight

“The years have taken their toll, but I know what would improve your looks,” Boromir said to the Tree, “a good bonfire."

The deserted and moonlit Courtyard made him think of almond-milk and rime.
In a sudden need for solitude, clutching a bottle of wine, he had fled the clamorous gathering of men, and was at that stage of drunkenness where the brain makes unexpected associations.

A breeze swept across the flagstones, making the branches of the Tree shiver and clatter with a dry sound.
“Like bones in a box,” Boromir muttered.

His words made the Tree droop even more morosely than usual. Boromir sighed.
“I guess you can’t help being dead and ugly. That’s how we all end up, after all."

He raised his glass towards it with an exaggerated bow that nearly sent him head-first into the fountain. When he had regained his balance he decided to abandon the precarious standing-position, and instead lowered himself gingerly down on the fountain-edge, wine-bottle in one hand and glass in the other.

Safe and seated Boromir tilted his head back and looked into the eye of the moon – with a vague feeling of gratitude. The train of its ghost-robe smoothed out the worn edges and slowly crumbling frame of his City.
He thought the signs of wear and tear more apparent every time he came back - in direct proportion to his father’s abandonment of his duties of office, withdrawal to his tower and gradual personality change.

Boromir had seen men break and their minds collapse. What was happening to his father was different, and, he felt, far worse.
Sometimes, if I meet his eyes unawares, it is like looking into a long, dark room for a few seconds, before a door slams shut.

He didn’t want to think about it - not now.

He raised his glass in the direction of Ithilien, hoping Faramir this minute was doing the same in his direction. He missed his brother and drinking-companion desperately.

The wind had died down and it was very still in the Courtyard. Boromir turned his head slightly and looked at the Tree through the corner of his eye. From this angle it shimmered slightly - definitely like almond-milk and rime.
“Even you,” he whispered, “were beautiful once.”

He gazed into his overflowing glass and saw a sliver of moon-curve reflected in the wine, behind the rippled outline of his head. He moved the glass until the whole disc was perfectly contained within; floating on the liquid surface like a white flower.

He brushed the reflection with his lips – and drank it down.

Comments

( 22 comments — Leave a comment )
dreamflower02
Jul. 14th, 2010 03:38 am (UTC)
Poor Boromir! *sigh* I can just see him talking to the dead tree, as he tries to forget what he's seeing in his father...
wormwood_7
Jul. 14th, 2010 09:20 am (UTC)
I am really pleased you were able to visualize this. It couldn't have been easy, being the oldest son. Thanks for reading and commenting!
blslarner
Jul. 14th, 2010 04:56 am (UTC)
Very melancholy in feel as he thinks of what the sight of the Tree brings to mind. "Bones in a box" is a very morbid thought, but all too apt of one. And the image of him drinking the moon's shape and light--eerie and yet somehow beautiful and right for his state of mind.

Thank you for this one.
wormwood_7
Jul. 14th, 2010 09:23 am (UTC)
I am delighted that you thought the imagery fitted the mood of the piece. That's what I was aiming for. Thank you for your kind feedback and for taking the time to comment.
just_ann_now
Jul. 14th, 2010 11:14 am (UTC)
“The years have taken their toll, but I know what would improve your looks,” Boromir said to the Tree, “a good bonfire."

That's a great opening line - tells us immediately that something's up with Boromir, that his self-control (and selfless devotion to All Things Gondorian) is slipping a bit. The fact that it's alcohol that is lubricating the slippage is somewhat endearing, actually *grin*

“I guess you can’t help being dead and ugly. That’s how we all end up, after all." LOL!

But even while inebriated, his mind is working, and working well: this is the insightful, incisive leader we love:
Boromir had seen men break and their minds collapse. What was happening to his father was different, and, he felt, far worse.
Sometimes, if I meet his eyes unawares, it is like looking into a long, dark room for a few seconds, before a door slams shut.
(And an achingly lovely line, as well - Poor Boromir! To witness, and understand, his father's decline.)

He raised his glass in the direction of Ithilien, hoping Faramir this minute was doing the same in his direction. He missed his brother and drinking-companion desperately.

The poor dear - he could really have used a heart-to-heart with his brother tonight. Wonderful writing! I'm glad I came across this today.





wormwood_7
Jul. 14th, 2010 06:03 pm (UTC)
Thank you sooo much for your lovely feedback! I am really pleased that you enjoyed reading this. I feel a lot of tenderness for this Boromir figure - whoever he is.
It would have been hard to watch things fall apart, and I could imagine a drunk Boromir taking his frustration out on the dead tree. This Boromir can be both loud and irreverent, but he loves his family, his people and his City.
lauredhel3019
Jul. 14th, 2010 11:43 am (UTC)
Beautiful!
wormwood_7
Jul. 14th, 2010 06:05 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Pleased you enjoyed it ):
curiouswombat
Jul. 14th, 2010 05:55 pm (UTC)
What a lovely piece - I can just see Boromir threatening it, briefly, with a bonfire, when drunk. And what an insightful look, from his point of view, at his father.
wormwood_7
Jul. 14th, 2010 06:17 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I always imagined Boromir would have seen and understood something of what was happening to Denethor.
So much was put on to his shoulders from an early age - it couldn't have been easy.
Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment!
someplacetobe
Jul. 14th, 2010 11:22 pm (UTC)
As I read, I saw this unfolding before my mind's eye. It was haunting and lovely and seemed very in character for Boromir.
wormwood_7
Jul. 15th, 2010 09:02 am (UTC)
Thank you! I am glad you felt this was in character for Boromir. That is what I was trying to convey.
Thanks for letting me know that you liked it :)
someplacetobe
Jul. 15th, 2010 10:52 am (UTC)
You're very welcome; it was, I felt, a different way of looking at him, seeing him.
wormwood_7
Jul. 15th, 2010 11:44 am (UTC)
Thank you!
rakshathedemon
Jul. 15th, 2010 06:08 am (UTC)
Unusual and very lovely.
wormwood_7
Jul. 15th, 2010 09:04 am (UTC)
I am delighted you found it so :) Thank so much for reading and commenting!
lindahoyland
Jul. 15th, 2010 06:54 am (UTC)
This was chilling,poetic and beautiful and unique.
wormwood_7
Jul. 15th, 2010 09:08 am (UTC)
That is such a lovely comment, Linda - thank you! I am delighted that you liked it.
virtuella
Jul. 18th, 2010 06:46 am (UTC)
This is impressive! Very atmospheric descriptions, adn I particularly liked that you mentioned the sound of the branches clattering together, something I recognise from having heard it before.
wormwood_7
Jul. 19th, 2010 07:39 am (UTC)
Thank you! I have always found the sound of branches clattering in the wind rather mournful, so it was easy to make Boromir in that state of mind associate it with bones rattling in a box.
Thanks for reading and for taking the time to comment!
foxrafer
Jul. 19th, 2010 05:40 pm (UTC)
Boromir's sorrow for the changes he sees in his father are quite evident and beautifully detailed.
wormwood_7
Jul. 20th, 2010 09:33 am (UTC)
Thank you! I wanted to give an impression of what the state of Minas Tirith and Denethor may have felt like for Boromir. Glad you liked it!
( 22 comments — Leave a comment )

Profile

Eagles by judy
lotr_community
LOTR Community Challenge Stories
LOTR_Community_GenFic

Latest Month

October 2018
S M T W T F S
 123456
78910111213
14151617181920
21222324252627
28293031   

Tags

Powered by LiveJournal.com
Designed by chasethestars