a quest to reclaim a homeland, and slay a dragon.
And we ask the Stranger not to kill us in our beds tonight for no damn reason at all.
Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.
‘Ask me not where he doth dwell—so many bones there lie
On the white shores and on the black shores under the stormy sky;
So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing sea.
Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!’
Oh Boromir! Beyond the gate the Seaward road runs South,
But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey seas mouth.
✥ Concerning Hobbits: Hartfoots, Stoors and Fallohides
Part II of a series of Mirkwood appreciation posts (x)