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Written for day 3 - Son of Denethor/Paternal Family/Thorongil
Cross-posted on Ao3 here; Check out other amazing works at @boromir-week!
Characters: Boromir, Aragorn
Content Warnings: None
Summary: While the Fellowship rests in Lothlorien, Boromir finds a gem that turns him into a child and erases his memories.
Second part here; link to masterlist here
Chapter 1
Boromir idly wanders the woods of Lothlórien, wishing the buzzing under his skin to cease. He finds no rest, even though his mind is weary, for he sees Minas Tirith burning every time his eyes shut.
It is late at night, the stars peeking through the dense canopy. With the main city behind him, and the rest of the Fellowship out of sight, Boromir allows his mind to wander to years past.
He wonders about Thorongil, wonders where he went after he left with naught but a letter to Boromir’s grandfather, why he left when he was the Captain-General. Thorongil was close to his parents, was close to himself and Faramir when they were young, yet he left with naught but a letter that explained nothing.
"He left us to suffer," Boromir thinks, remembering how his mother started to fade soon after, remembering his father’s concerns about the army’s struggle against the growing darkness of Mordor, remembering all those nights where Boromir wondered if he was the reason Thorongil left.
“'There is still hope,' she says,” Boromir murmurs bitterly to himself, thinking back to what Lady Galadriel said to him in his vision. “Hope abandoned me long ago.”
Boromir continues to wander for a time, sitting by a small creek when his legs tire. The lapping of the water fills his mind, easing his worries a bit, though dark thoughts continue to roil. He wishes eagerly for rest that will not come, for a return to his youth and the peace he has long forgotten. But there is no sign from Eru, no help from the Valar, no Elvish magic to save his mind from the Ring. He will fall soon enough, and he dreads that he cannot speak to save their lives.
Boromir allows himself to wallow in his pity and self loathing for a while before he decides that he should head back to camp. The moon overhead shines down upon him, and a glint catches his eye.
On the shallow bank closest to him is a small object that glimmers. Picking it up reveals that it is about the size of his thumb, and with further inspection he deems it to be a beautifully cut gem. It looks similar to the gem on his collar clasp, which means it is most likely an opal, though his knowledge of gems is spotty. Holding it up to the moonlight makes it glow with an almost otherworldly light, the flecks of colour sparking like a hearth fire. Almost absentmindedly, Boromir touches the gem on his collar with a gentle smile. “You’d like this, Faramir,” he murmurs. “I’ll give this to Aragorn so he can give it to you for me. For your birthday, I think. A gift for after I’m gone, if Mother’s opal is sent with me after my death.”
The gem erupts into a blinding light, and darkness overcomes him.
I have a really unusual number of very old poetry books. Some of them are the collected works of one poet, others are big compilations that tend to span a very broad range of works. Back when the kids were in elementary school the school had parent volunteers come and read to the class on Friday afternoons. Helped the parents feel involved, gave the teachers a tiny little break. I was very Extra about it. What do you mean "of course you were"????
I found a shortish story poem about a boy who got to go onboard his father's sailing ship while it was in port. He climbed the rigging, then froze in fear when he was far enough up there to get killed by falling. It's extremely dramatic, and the third-graders I was reading it to were about the age of the boy in the poem. They started out very underwhelmed by the idea of having a poem read to them, and then shit got real and they were Into It. A highly realistic scenario, really, I can certainly imagine a kiddo climbing up and then looking down and freezing.
The ship was rolling a bit side to side. The captain/father got out a musket and aimed at his son. Told the boy that if he didn't jump when told to, he would shoot him. The ship rolled, the father yelled "Jump", the boy jumped and fell into the water beside the boat instead of (splat) on the deck. He was quickly retrieved and all was well. Clasped to the bosom and whatnot.
But, MAN, you should have seen the teacher's face when I got finished reading and looked up. Good old Mr. T. Loved that man. I would love to see that poem again, but I can't find it anywhere. Cannot remember the name of the poem or the author. Oh, well.
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I was just thinking about the old Japanese censorship laws that gave birth to tentacle porn...
So for anyone not in the know, the Japanese government decided to fight perversion with censorship.
Specifically you weren't allowed to draw penises.
So they drew things that WEREN'T penises instead. Like tentacles. Fast forward to today and tentacle porn is an entire standalone genre with thousands upon thousands of examples and enjoyers.
The attempt at censorship did not quell perversion, it only caused it to mutate.
And now I'm thinking about tumblr's decision to ban porn and of all the people leaving captions under videos of heavy machinery and industrial accidents like "I need someone to do this to me" and "this wouldn't fix me but it would help" or "everything reminds me of her"
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2) Yes except if the dick looks really unappealing
3) Yes but only if the dick is REALLY pretty and alluring
4) Yes, provided the dick is really huge
5) Yes provided the dick is really small
6) Unsure
7) No, highly unlikely
8) No, absolutely NOT
9) Never would suck any dick, ever
*As part of an art exhibit, artist takes combination of drugs that knock him out but also give him a raging erection (but cannot cum). He is exposed naked in a room under a neon sign that reads "Suck My Dick". Visitors can enter the room alone or in groups. It is 100% up to you if you suck the dick or just move on. It will be well cleaned by assistants after each visit. Nobody in-scenario will ever know who and how many people sucked the dick, the artist himself obviously included.
Would you suck that dick, under those conditions"?
Yes, definitely
Yes except if the dick looks really unappealing
Yes but only if the dick is REALLY pretty and alluring
Yes, provided the dick is really huge
Yes provided the dick is really small
Unsure
No, highly unlikely
No, absolutely NOT
Never would suck any dick, ever
Remaining time: 6 days 7 hours
*As part of an art exhibit, artist takes combination of drugs that knock him out but also give him a raging erection (but cannot cum). He is exposed naked in a room under a neon sign that reads "Suck My Dick". Visitors can enter the room alone or in groups. It is 100% up to you if you suck the dick or just move on. It will be well cleaned by assistants after each visit. Nobody in-scenario will ever know who and how many people sucked the dick, the artist himself obviously included.
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