Inspiring Drabbles
Five Elements: 2. Boromir: Water
The river moved, but the paddles held them still, and they were quiet; watching the rope as it pulled taut, keeping the other boat close.
They imagined him sleeping, but never had he rested so carelessly, whom peace had deserted months ago.
The dwarf and the elf waited, not knowing what alien custom would signal the release of the rope.
A breath of sound, sigh?, regret?, then the river moved the other boat away. Lightly it lay on the water as if nothing remained except memory.
The boat became a spot in the distance, then vanished. They broke their silence then, to not hear the roar of the waters.
They imagined him sleeping, but never had he rested so carelessly, whom peace had deserted months ago.
The dwarf and the elf waited, not knowing what alien custom would signal the release of the rope.
A breath of sound, sigh?, regret?, then the river moved the other boat away. Lightly it lay on the water as if nothing remained except memory.
The boat became a spot in the distance, then vanished. They broke their silence then, to not hear the roar of the waters.
