Shock (Wrath)

“… heir to the throne of Gondor…”

No! All his life he had heard tales he had only half-believed, to find now that they were true, all true, and his world about to be turned up-side down.

And by whom? This ragged stranger with the whispery voice who would not even meet his eyes. A wanderer bearing a broken blade.

All that Boromir had desired, in the most secret depths of his heart, would finally be claimed. The winged crown, the alabaster throne, his city…

“Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king.” For one bitter moment he denied his heritage.