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rugbytackleTitle: Hope and Despair Part 10
Author: Sadness1986
Pairing: none in this part, this is just a lead in...
Rating: NC-17
Warning: angst, AU, violence
Summary: There's no hope in despair.
Notes: You insisted, so I'm writing a series, I didn't plan at all. And I'll take revenge, you know me well. I just say cliff-hangers, angst and angst...
They named the child Boromir, because of his emerald eyes and he grew up and became a beautiful boy. Skin and hair golden, tall and strong, wielding a sword since he was able to walk.
But no word ever left the shelter of his mouth, he stayed mute, didn't communicate at all, but he was ever present, seemingly everywhere. Quiet, lingering like a whisper, dying in a sore throat and he watched, his eyes unblinking, his gaze fierce and burning.
Some said, that he was mute, cursed by the Black Death, his parents had suffered from, some said, that he was simply stupid, but whoever looked into his eyes, saw no fool at all.
In his eyes never was the innocence of a child and the other children were afraid of him and some of them even tried once to beat him up, when he was six years of age.
He turned out to be stronger than all of them together, his wrath cruel, cold and calculating. They were twelve against him. Two of them ended up with broken necks, three of them wouldn't see the sun rising again.
Covered in dirt and blood he stands in front of his father, the Steward of Gondor, who is speechless.
Finally, he dares: "Boromir, why...?" But then his son lifts his gaze and his piercing stare pins the words, he wanted to say on his tongue and cold shivers ghost down his spine.
Then the boy smiles, smiles for the first time and turns around, just looking one over his shoulder, wanting to leave the room.
But his nursemaid bursts through the door, grabbing the arm of the child, screaming: "He's a demon, a curse, that has fallen upon Gondor! Get rid of him, Lord Steward, as long as he is a mere boy, when he will be a man, we are doomed!"
Then time seems to stretch as Boromir turns his head to look up to her. His smile becomes milder, his gaze serene, when he reaches out for her with his free hand. And like a puppet pulled by its strings, the nursemaid leans down to him. His palm curves around her jaw and he seems to whisper in her ear, but no sound breaks the silence.
Then she gasps, her eyes filled with horror, begins to cough and choke on her own breath, struggling to fill her lungs with air.
When she falls down onto her knees, Boromir still smiles at her, watching her all the time, watching her face turn blue, watching her body buck and writhe, until death claims her.
*I read the Apokryphes of the Bible, especially of Jesus' childhood and Jesus was a child, that could kill without blinking, just with words and thoughts.
Next Part with more Aragorn, I promise.
Author: Sadness1986
Pairing: none in this part, this is just a lead in...
Rating: NC-17
Warning: angst, AU, violence
Summary: There's no hope in despair.
Notes: You insisted, so I'm writing a series, I didn't plan at all. And I'll take revenge, you know me well. I just say cliff-hangers, angst and angst...
They named the child Boromir, because of his emerald eyes and he grew up and became a beautiful boy. Skin and hair golden, tall and strong, wielding a sword since he was able to walk.
But no word ever left the shelter of his mouth, he stayed mute, didn't communicate at all, but he was ever present, seemingly everywhere. Quiet, lingering like a whisper, dying in a sore throat and he watched, his eyes unblinking, his gaze fierce and burning.
Some said, that he was mute, cursed by the Black Death, his parents had suffered from, some said, that he was simply stupid, but whoever looked into his eyes, saw no fool at all.
In his eyes never was the innocence of a child and the other children were afraid of him and some of them even tried once to beat him up, when he was six years of age.
He turned out to be stronger than all of them together, his wrath cruel, cold and calculating. They were twelve against him. Two of them ended up with broken necks, three of them wouldn't see the sun rising again.
Covered in dirt and blood he stands in front of his father, the Steward of Gondor, who is speechless.
Finally, he dares: "Boromir, why...?" But then his son lifts his gaze and his piercing stare pins the words, he wanted to say on his tongue and cold shivers ghost down his spine.
Then the boy smiles, smiles for the first time and turns around, just looking one over his shoulder, wanting to leave the room.
But his nursemaid bursts through the door, grabbing the arm of the child, screaming: "He's a demon, a curse, that has fallen upon Gondor! Get rid of him, Lord Steward, as long as he is a mere boy, when he will be a man, we are doomed!"
Then time seems to stretch as Boromir turns his head to look up to her. His smile becomes milder, his gaze serene, when he reaches out for her with his free hand. And like a puppet pulled by its strings, the nursemaid leans down to him. His palm curves around her jaw and he seems to whisper in her ear, but no sound breaks the silence.
Then she gasps, her eyes filled with horror, begins to cough and choke on her own breath, struggling to fill her lungs with air.
When she falls down onto her knees, Boromir still smiles at her, watching her all the time, watching her face turn blue, watching her body buck and writhe, until death claims her.
*I read the Apokryphes of the Bible, especially of Jesus' childhood and Jesus was a child, that could kill without blinking, just with words and thoughts.
Next Part with more Aragorn, I promise.
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Date: 2004-09-13 08:13 pm (UTC)