A couple of LotR doodles from this morning
boromir
Aragorn knelt beside him. Boromir opened his eyes and strove to speak. At last slow words came.
“I tried to take the Ring from Frodo ’ he said. “I am sorry. I have paid.” … “They have gone: the Halflings: the Orcs have taken them. …” He paused and his eyes closed wearily. After a moment, he spoke again.
“Farewell, Aragorn! Go to Minas Tirith and save my people! I have failed.”“No!” said Aragorn, taking his hand and kissing his brow. “You have conquered. Few have gained such a victory. Be at peace! Minas Tirith shall not fall!”
Boromir smiled.
“Which way did they go? Was Frodo there?” said Aragorn.
But Boromir did not speak again.
“Alas!” said Aragorn. “Thus passes the heir of Denethor, Lord of the Tower of Guard!
I started drawing this Boromir for @adanwen approximately 100 years ago (… maybe last spring? not sure) and just finished it, whoops.
‘Miserable trickster!’ he shouted. ‘Let me get my hands on you! Now I see your mind. You will take the Ring to Sauron and sell us all. … Curse you and all halflings to death and darkness!’ Then catching his foot on a stone, he fell sprawling and lay upon his face. For a while he was as still as if his own curse had struck him down; then suddenly he wept.
