Loneliness (Lust)

Boromir found the elvish women beautiful, elegant , yet curiously boneless, as if they might melt away at his touch. But the curve of a breast, the sight of long fingers brushing aside a curl, the scent of jasmine – these things aroused in him such a shock of desire that he was left breathless.

He hungered suddenly for the company of his own kind: solid fleshy women of heat and passion who could kiss away all memory of pain. That girl at Edoras - what a beauty! What fire in her eyes! Yes, she would be such a one. Eowyn.