I’ve got blood, I’ve got blood on my name

[hemlocksock]

can I be redeemed?

🩸 in your comment header, list all of your characters sins that can fit the limit. show us every drop of blood on their hands! 🩸 others must confess whether they think your character has a shot at redemption.

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[wouldhavefollowed]

[The Sun, Origin of All that is Good, Mother to All, is trying to get a scratch between the ears. This is a lot to take in.]

[For want of any reason to refuse her, Boromir goes back to gently petting her fur, but it is clear from his expression that he's rather lost what little footing he had in this conversation.]

[All he can think to say, with a touch of wry humour, is:] I was not aware I would have a choice.

[okamimommi]

[She thumps her back leg a little as he starts up petting her again, making her grumble happily.

We'll start to stray from the topic soon. Just know that people can cling to their worlds, my child. And even if it takes effort, I will look into things if it will bring you peace.

They sort of already are, but that's beside point. So tell me your name, and name your companions and family. If you know anything about stars or creatures such as I, perhaps I can find something out? If not through the byways of this land, then maybe some other learned folk will know.

[wouldhavefollowed]

[All this talk of stars and worlds beyond his own, learned folk and greater Beings... not for the first time, it strikes him that all of this would be so much easier with Faramir at his side. Faramir would understand this, or at least be more comfortable in not understanding.]

[He misses his brother, in that moment, so sharply that it makes his eyes sting. Swallowing, he looks down at the wolf-Sun, her head resting against his leg.]

[Trust. Faramir, if he were here, would counsel trust: trust in all such things, greater than mere Men and beyond their comprehension, but working to their benefit all the same.]

Boromir, son of Denethor, is my name. Besides him, my nearest living kin [- if he still lives -] is Faramir, my brother.

I travelled with a small company; with me were but seven others, since the loss of Mithrandir. The King's name - Aragorn - may be known to the Wise, and those higher than the Wise. And Legolas of the Mirkwood, and Gimli son of Glóin, and the others were...

[He clears his throat, and the lump forming anew in it.]

The Halflings. Small folk, in stature and fame both, but who knows what the Wise may see? Frodo son of Drogo, and Samwise his servant, and Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took. Those names I would have tidings of, most of all, for they I have betrayed most directly to their fates.

[okamimommi]

[She nods at that, giving his hand one more gentle headbutt before she steps off his foot, and moves a few feet away.

Aye, I can do something with that. Someone may have heard some of these names. Her ears flick as if she's listening already for them. Trust is Mother Amaterasu. I will find you something.

Now whether she comes back with simply a collection of stories she'll illustrate for him, or with the actual Red Book of the Hobbits is anybody's guess. (He's probably not going to be pleased either way about dear old dad's fate.)]

[wouldhavefollowed]

Trust.

[He smiles, a little bitterly.]

O! if I were a trusting man, would I have found myself in such a pass? Yet I will try.