Day 39: Morning Glory

mooncross asked for Boromir!lives - those times when Boromir feels really alive?

Day 39

Morning Glory

Boromir, stretching, grimaced as his aching shoulders creaked. Glancing down, he saw the large bruise on his right side was now spectacularly livid. He hastily pulled on a tunic, wincing as the cloth grated against his grazed skin.

Stepping outside, he breathed in cold morning air. The appetizing scent of breakfast wafted from the mess tent, and his mouth watered. But first to bathe in the shockingly cold brook running nearby.

He turned at the sound of canvas being pushed back to see Elessar emerging stiffly from the next tent.

Boromir grinned. "A fine day, sire, to celebrate our victory!"