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Simple Pleasures, to a Soldier (Gluttony)
Boromir was not a man who took great stock in possessions. Well-tailored garments made sense, saving time and bother; finely crafted armor and sword were necessities, not vain displays. In Imladris, though, he encountered soap of such surpassing excellence that he gasped in surprise and delight. A dense creamy chunk that could have been molded to his hand, scented of lemon and rosemary. Vast quantities of hot water, and that marvelous soap – he felt his body had been recast, his aching spirit poured into a new skin. He wondered how much he could slip into his pack without arousing suspicion |
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