Man, this is a long chapter -- good thing I hadn't planned to do more than one or two posts over the holidays. Where to start?
With Boromir, of course. Here he is at last, my beloved Boromir, this "tall man with a fair and noble face, dark-haired and grey-eyed, proud and stern of glance" (p. 234). There's a little smiley heart in the margins of my book here. To get here, he traveled for a hundred and ten days, all alone, making his way from Minas Tirith to Rivendell. I wish I knew what sorts o...
Published on December 31, 2017 05:31