Boromir

The River had taken Boromir son of Denethor, and he was not seen again inMinas Tirith, standing as he used to stand upon the White Tower in the morning.  But Gondor in the after-days it long was said that the elven-boat rode the falls and the foaming pool, and bore him down through Osgiliath, and past the many mouths of Anduin, out into the Great Sea at night under the stars.

For a while the three companions remained silent, gazing after him.  Then Aragorn spoke, ‘They will look for him from the White Tower,’ he said, ‘but he will not return from mountain or from sea.’  Then slowly he began to sing:

Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass
grows
The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it
goes.
‘What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you
bring to me tonight?
Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?’
‘I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide
and grey;
I saw him walk in empty lands, until he passed away
Into the shadows of the North. I saw him then no more.
The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of
Denethor.’
‘O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked
afar,
But you came not from the empty lands where no men
are.’

Then Legolas Sang:

From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, from
the sandhills and the stones;
The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it
moans.
‘What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring
to me at eve?
Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.’
‘Ask not of me where he doth dwell — so many bones
there lie
On the white shores and the dark shores under the
stormy sky;
So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing
Sea.
Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind
sends to me!’
‘O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs
south,
But you came not with the ailing gulls from the grey
sea’s mouth.’

Then Aragorn sang again:

From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past
the roaring falls;
And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls.
‘What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you
bring to me today?
What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away.’
‘Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he
fought.
His cloven shield, his broken sword, they do the water
brought.
His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid
to rest;
And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its
breast.’
‘O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward
gaze
To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.’

So they ended.

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