The breeze blew about your hair on this mountainside plateau as you watched Boromir teaching Pippin and Merry how to fight with a sword, a small smile on your face. When Boromir turned to you as if to ask a question, sheathing his sword, you noticed the hobbit best friends sharing a glance and smirked, determining to not warn the object of their mischief. Two strategic leaps later and Boromir was being tackled to the ground by the two short fellows as he, they, you, and the rest of the Fellowship laughed, spirits lighted by this bit of fun.

"Good show," you teased and Boromir shot you a smile, the simple gesture warming your heart just a little bit more.