He still felt in a fit of worry and sorrow as he struggled to bring his thoughts together and his body to function. Pains in his chest and his arm came to grip at him though and it was even more a discomfort to not have found blood or wounds to make sense of that feeling—that ghost of an ache. His breath even coursed through his body in a secret as if he should not even know he was meant to breathe.
A strange noise came from his side and he looked to see a hand before him, a gesture that he would recognize more than the noise. He slowly lifted his hand and curled his fingers in a grip at the hand offered to him. “You are… a stranger here, like myself?” He asked with definite rasp to his voice. Soon he was pulling as he was pulled up to his feet. The taller he became though, the more weight he felt upon his body.
Soon it was becoming clear that he should not look any further for the hobbits—but for himself in this place; however it was he came here. Soon Boromir began to study the man’s face, his clothes, and the strange artifacts decorated across the man’s body. Not much of it made sense, such as the noise he had heard the other make. Hey….?
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A strange noise came from his side and he looked to see a hand before him, a gesture that he would recognize more than the noise. He slowly lifted his hand and curled his fingers in a grip at the hand offered to him. “You are… a stranger here, like myself?” He asked with definite rasp to his voice. Soon he was pulling as he was pulled up to his feet. The taller he became though, the more weight he felt upon his body.
Soon it was becoming clear that he should not look any further for the hobbits—but for himself in this place; however it was he came here. Soon Boromir began to study the man’s face, his clothes, and the strange artifacts decorated across the man’s body. Not much of it made sense, such as the noise he had heard the other make. Hey….?