"Oh, Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar.
But you came not from the empty lands where no men are”
finally seeing my bestfriend moonrise-sam this friday to have a much needed movie night ♥ i’ve missed you dearly.
A deadly sword, a healing hand,
a back that bent beneath its load;
a trumpet-voice, a burning brand,
a weary pilgrim on the road.
A lord of wisdom throned he sat,
swift in anger, quick to laugh;
an old man in a battered hat
who leaned upon a thorny staff.