silhouette-cosplay: “Do not scorn pity that is the gift of a gentle heart, Eowyn! But I do not offer you my pity. For you are a lady high and valiant and have yourself won renown that shall not be forgotten; and you are a lady beautiful, I deem, beyond even the words of the Elven-tongue…
Recently the fanfic floodgates really opened, and that’s great! But I can’t for the life of me bring myself to really write anything, and that’s… less great.
Story ideas that have been fluttering around for either a few weeks now, OR a few years and I just re-thought of them:
#1 Lord of the Rings: Eowyn dealing with impending motherhood. Based on some of the things she says in the book that story sounds so fascinating (since we know she had at least one child) how she reconciles her past with becoming a parent. Plus I always loved how she and Faramir named their son after Boromir, Elboron. How’d they come to that decision (since Eowyn wasn’t exactly short of dead people she could name a kid after either?) I just, aaaah, there’s even actually one whole paragraph from this story that I wrote ages ago, no more than one, lurking back in the archives somewhere. So at least there’s that.
#2 Another LOTR one. Boromir only manages to tell Aragorn that he tried to take the One Ring from Frodo, but did Merry and Pippin ever find that out? Did it change their perceptions of him? (It’s occurred to me I might be able to combine this story idea with the previous one. Ya never know I guess.)
#3 Now we’re in Star Wars territory. I so badly want to write about That One Moment from Rise of Skywalker where all the Jedi call out to Rey. I loved that so, so much. Unfortunately, how to do it is more of a question. I have like, one page so far.
During Boromir’s death scene in the Fellowship of the Ring film, you a hear a choir in the soundtrack. The choir isn’t singing random vowel sounds; they’re actually singing in Elvish.
The English translation of the lyrics? It’s a line from the books: “I do not love the sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only what they defend.”
For bonus hurt points– in the book, those lines were said by his little brother Faramir.
do u think faramir ever just. yknow. sat down and talked to boromir. and faramir would laugh it off and think “haha, no ones REALLY here but i like to believe boromir is” but then he really is. boromir was always there listening when faramir wanted him to.
“Then the boat turned towards me, and stayed its pace, and floated slowly by within my hand’s reach, yet I durst not handle it. It waded deep, as if it were heavily burdened, and it seemed to me as it passed under my gaze that it was almost filled with clear water, from which came the light; and lapped in the water a warrior lay asleep.”