ext_29523: JW Waterhouse's Miranda (Default)
Title: Unexpected Guest
Author: Kris
Characters: Aragorn
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made off this.
Author's notes: Here's that slightly longer piece-thanks to [livejournal.com profile] seleneheart for encouraging me to finish it, and to [livejournal.com profile] undonne for starting it all!



The first year it was only the Captain's men, keeping vigil at Butterbur's tavern, sharing stories and tankards and, since it was only themselves, tears.

The second year, they were joined by the young Hobbits, now men of Gondor and Rohan. More stories were told, more tankards emptied, but only the Hobbits shed tears.

The third year brought a new companion to their remembrances... but one they did not expect.

**********

He sits at a table in the shadows, clad in travel-stained leather and cotton, sword and bow by his side but ready to hand. Cloaked and hooded, all that can be seen of him are his eyes, grey flint in the dim light from the pipe he smokes.

He has been there for most of the evening, though his tankard is mostly full. Other years, these memories might have made him wish for drunken oblivion--but not tonight. As another story is told and another toast shouted to the tavern, he quietly drinks to honor the toast, but does not speak--just watches and waits.

**********

The final set of memories goes around the room. It's become tradition that the last toast of the night, each man gives one memory of his Captain, finished with the words, "May that memory lighten grief." By the time it is the dark man's turn, there are few dry eyes in the room... yet most of the tankards are still full.

He stands, but still reluctant to reveal himself, does not push back the hood of his cloak. "For Boromir, who kept his captain and his king from straying from his path-and loved him with all his heart. May that memory lighten grief."

The ritual toast finished, he pushes back the hood, baring his crownless head. Nevertheless, he is recognized without the crown, and a murmur of "the King, the King," ripples through the tavern. Several men make to bow to their king, but his low, intent voice stops them.

"No--do not bow to me, not here, not now. I am a simple Ranger, as I was then, when Boromir of Gondor kept me from darkness." He raises his tankard in one last toast. "To Boromir the Fair, Captain-General of Gondor--may our people never forget you."

"To Boromir!" The shout is loud in the sudden silence.

In the noise, Aragorn whispers one last remembrance--a very personal one. "To you, Boromir, meleth-nin. May time and the Valar reunite us again on that Last Shore."

Date: 2004-10-28 10:04 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] seleneheart
seleneheart: (thebanband araboro)
Not fair! I'm sitting here at school reading this and trying to not cry in front of the juvenile deliquents.

*snifles*

That was absolutely wonderful, I love the end line . . . May that memory lighten grief."

And Aragorn briefly going back to being the Ranger . . . we are so on the same wavelength with that.

*hugs*
Rae

Date: 2004-10-28 10:11 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] liars-dance.livejournal.com
Beautiful... Like Raederle I am imagining Aragorn standing there in that wonderful stained leather speaking that last remembrance and trying not to cry!! Brilliant ficlet, Kris! *adores you*


To you, Boromir, meleth-nin. *WAILS*

Date: 2004-10-28 10:59 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] undonne.livejournal.com
Ok, I'm at school, too. And I'm supposed to go to this very serious, very boring meeting anon. Now I can sit there and pretend I care, but thik of this instead. :) This is so lyrical and heartfelt.

Nevertheless, he is recognized without the crown, and a murmur of "the King, the King," ripples through the tavern.

Even though we *know* who it is, of course, this like just sent a thrill through me. I can see and hear this moment.

Date: 2004-10-28 10:54 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] archet.livejournal.com
Oh, I enjoyed this completely. Feels so intimate and full of emotion. Beautiful and bittersweet, and I'm so happy that there are those that gather to remember Boromir, and that Aragorn has joined them, and then you went and closed on that last line of sweet longing...wonderful ficlet.

*hugs*

Date: 2004-10-29 11:38 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] the-reverand.livejournal.com
Ohh! THat is so sweet and only a little sad, but very beautiful. I love the contrast between Aragorn's quiet declaration and the ringing shout of the men. Feels very honest. *loves!*

Date: 2004-10-29 09:54 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] shebit.livejournal.com
As Undonne said, even though we knew exactly who it was from the description, the big reveal still caused a little tremor.

Is this the first time ripple we've seen here in the Five Armies? It was envisaged as a timeless place, where all time existed at once, but this is our first real time ripple - Strider drinking to Boromir.

Date: 2004-11-01 09:24 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] shebit.livejournal.com
Oh, so it was actually Elessar in disguise? I pictured it as Strider having wandered into the pub and drinking to the man he would know and love, but had not yet met.

As for subtle writing, I often worry that my drabbles are too subtle. I tend to be heavy on the ambiguosity.

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