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ℬoromir ([personal profile] nosimplewalk) wrote in [community profile] animus_network2012-06-01 04:38 pm

➷ 001 ⌊video→u n k n o w n⌉

[The video flashes on, displaying two similar looking men–– if not for their (brotherly) looks, but for their clothing attire.]

I have not seen such a sleek surface that was not a reflection of water or glass.. [The larger of the two men said with a squint of his eyes.] Strange. [The only thing that was for sure.]

[The two men seemed to be focused on the object, unknowing of its power. However, having just woken up, it was no surprise that the two brothers have found many strange features thus far.]




{ooc: Faramir and Boromir are both here in their continuation of the "waking up" log, in front of the network, trying to figure out their surroundings, so both will answer and reply to you :) thank you.}
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[personal profile] therangerking 2012-06-04 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ There is none better than Faramir who will be able to ease Boromir's guilt and grief, Aragorn thinks, and he knows he should slow his steps, so to give the brothers some time before he arrives. Throughout their time on the journey Boromir has talked much of his little brother, of his love of lore and scholarship and of his purity of heart.

(Thorongil remembers Finduilas; remembers the quiet Princess of Dol Amroth, whom the silent and stoic Steward's Heir had loved. He remembers her spirit, her gentleness, and most of all- the heart that is as pure and wise as the Elves of Nordor, and he thinks that while Boromir has received her beauty and her courage, it is no doubt Faramir who has inherited her heart.)

He reaches their door quickly enough, and Aragorn quiets his steps. With a Ranger's grace and stealth, he approaches it, leaning gently against the wood as he listens. It is perhaps dishonourable to listen so, but Aragorn breathes in the tailing words of Faramir before they fade completely in the air. Then he pulls back- and knocks.

(Will he truly see Boromir? Will he truly be alive? Aragorn knows not, and his hand tightens upon Anduril's hilt. There are tricks that this Tower can conceive, and it will not be difficult to conjure an illusion, or have a monstrous creature take on the faces of righteous Men.

Yet Aragorn wishes nothing more than to believe.) ]