This fic is rated: G
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Characters: Boromir, etc.
Summary: just a moment with the Fellowship
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Author's Note: I couldn't let B2MEM pass completely by.
My FanFic MasterlistDisclaimer: Tolkien’s. Just borrowing. Please don’t sue!
Boromir yawned and stretched as the sunlight filtered through the leaves to his closed eyelids. He felt more rested than he had since he'd left Rivendell, almost as if he's slept a full night through, rather than standing a watch ...
He jerked upright. He should have stood watch. Gandalf was supposed to have wakened him.
He kicked his way out of his bedroll, shame burning his cheeks, and crossed the camp.
"Gandalf -- I beg your pardon."
"For what?"
"The watch -- "
"We volunteered," Pippin blurted.
"It only seemed fair," Merry added, "since you're always watching over us."