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[ log: lotr; boromir + sam ]
Jan. 5th, 2014 09:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
droppingeaves[ it had been more than a fortnight since they'd set out from Rivendell, and according to Gandalf and Strider the fellowship had begun to travel through a land by the name of Hollin. not that that meant much to Sam. truth be told, Sam was surprised that they hadn't yet reached their journey's end; the mountains up in front of them, that Gimli had spoken at length about, had seemed to him large enough to be the way into Mordor. yet here they were, and it seemed they still had a long way to go yet. Sam felt quite out of his reckoning.
in any case, end of the road or no, he was mighty glad to be in a place where the weather was more mild, and not so likely to freeze them all to death. it was a relief, too, to be somewhere where it was deemed safer to light a fire; Sam had half a mind, indeed more than half of a one, to use the opportunity to put his cooking gear, brought all the way from the Shire, to good use, and make something hot while they still had a chance to enjoy it.
of course, lighting a fire meant that the supply of firewood had to be kept replenished; it was lucky that Hollin seemed to have a great deal more trees about than the sort of places they'd been walking through so far. Sam had gamely volunteered to collect some himself (being a sort that was used to fetching and carrying, so to speak), and Boromir had joined him. Sam was still not entirely sure what to think of the Man; although his distrust of the Big People in general had been mellowed somewhat by the likes of Strider, Sam was still inclined to be distrustful of anything that was un-Shire-like. still, even he couldn't deny that Boromir had proved himself already to be a welcome companion on the road. ]
I don't suppose they have any tales of this Hollin land back where you come from, Mr. Boromir?
[ the words come out almost unbidden, as Sam stoops to collect another piece of wood. he's thinking of what Gandalf said about the Elves living here many years ago, and wondering what the land could have been like back when the fair folk still dwelled here. ]
in any case, end of the road or no, he was mighty glad to be in a place where the weather was more mild, and not so likely to freeze them all to death. it was a relief, too, to be somewhere where it was deemed safer to light a fire; Sam had half a mind, indeed more than half of a one, to use the opportunity to put his cooking gear, brought all the way from the Shire, to good use, and make something hot while they still had a chance to enjoy it.
of course, lighting a fire meant that the supply of firewood had to be kept replenished; it was lucky that Hollin seemed to have a great deal more trees about than the sort of places they'd been walking through so far. Sam had gamely volunteered to collect some himself (being a sort that was used to fetching and carrying, so to speak), and Boromir had joined him. Sam was still not entirely sure what to think of the Man; although his distrust of the Big People in general had been mellowed somewhat by the likes of Strider, Sam was still inclined to be distrustful of anything that was un-Shire-like. still, even he couldn't deny that Boromir had proved himself already to be a welcome companion on the road. ]
I don't suppose they have any tales of this Hollin land back where you come from, Mr. Boromir?
[ the words come out almost unbidden, as Sam stoops to collect another piece of wood. he's thinking of what Gandalf said about the Elves living here many years ago, and wondering what the land could have been like back when the fair folk still dwelled here. ]
