I don't think that Boromir and Frodo were enemies, per se, just had that one conflict. This explores both of their longings for their homes. Theological Bunny, two speakers as always PLEASE POST REVIEWS
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“Lovely view.”
“Hmm? Yes, yes it is. Lothlorien certainly is beautiful”
*sigh* “But not so beautiful as home.”
*raises eyebrows* “Go on.”
“You see, in the White City, on the topmost peak ,you can see for miles. The Pellennor fields….Osgiliath and the river in the distance.”
“Can you see…Mordor from there…?”
“Yes. It makes it so no-one can sneak up on us. It’s a good thing.”
“I’m not so sure. I’ve had enough dreams about Mordor. I don’t think I could stand seeing it everyday.”
“You dream about Mordor, Ringbearer?”
“Frodo.”
“Right, Frodo. Do you?”
“Yes. Often. Nearly every night.*sigh* The White City sounds lovely.”
“Perhaps we’ll go there.”
“We?”
“The Fellowship. Perhaps the White City would benefit from what you carry…?”
“Forgive me, but I don’t think so. I don’t think anyone could benefit from…this.”
“All right, all right…..what about your home?”
“What about it?”
“What do you miss about it?”
*heavy sigh* “Everything.”
“Elaborate, please.”
“I miss….The sun coming up over the mill and shining on The Water. I miss coming home to Bag End at the end of the day, and…KNOWING that I’m home. But mostly.. it’s all the little woods, all the parties under the grand old Party Tree, all the tiny rivers, not so big that you get hopelessly drenched, but not so little you can splash in them. Everything.”
“Your family?”
“Depends on what you classify as family.”
“Parents, siblings?”
“None. I’m an only child. My parents died when I was young. Drowned.”
“It’s a marvel you can get near water at all, then.”
“Not really. It wasn’t the waters fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. *softly* It took me years to accept that as truth. Bilbo’s my closest family. But of course there are dozens of aunts and uncles and twice that many cousins. If you gave a hobbit all the time in the world, he could trace his family tree to every hobbit that ever lived.” *sigh*
“How ARE you doing now?”
“In regards to what? Homesickness? If so, I’m half-dead from it. If it’s not Mordor, I dream about home. Loneliness? Hardly, Sam barely leaves my side, and I’m glad of it. The dreams seem to not matter so much if he’s there. Hunger? Just ate a fine lunch, thank you.”
“The Ring.”
“What about it?”
*smiles* “You seem determined to dodge all and any questions today. That’s what I’m referring to.”
“Oh. Fine.”
“Mmm-hm.” *raises eyebrows*
*laughs* “You don’t believe me, do you, sir?”
“Boromir.”
“Right, Boromir. You don’t believe me.”
“Of course not.”
*smiles* “I’m actually, truthfully all right. Just a little tired. Conversation helps.”
“With what?”
*softly* “It makes me feel I’m not so alone.”
*quietly* “You aren’t, Frodo, you aren’t.”