Two Towers - Drabbled, The
1. The Departure of Boromir
Do not weep for me, Aragorn. I have failed. Only ruin and darkness await. If you would spare me this defeat, so bitter to a soldier, then do what I could not. Go to Minas Tirith. Give her a kingly head to wear her crown, a sword to win her victory. Thus is Boromir saved!
Farewell. Go swiftly.
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