The fire crackled softly as Boromir knelt beside it, carefully adjusting a small log. His gaze turned to you and for a moment, the weight of the world seemed to lift from his shoulders.

“You’ve grown stronger.” he said quietly, more to himself than to you “Just like your mother..”

He reached into his cloak, pulling out a small carved wooden figure. A horse, its edges smoothed by years of handling.

“I made this during one of Father’s councils. Couldn’t bear another speech about Gondor’s walls. I want you to have it.”

He placed it gently in your hands, his expression unreadable for a second before softening. Then with a quiet sigh, he reached out and brushed a leaf from your shoulder. His fingers rough, but careful.

“I missed too many moments,” he murmured, more wind than voice “But I see you now.”

he looks at you