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morgynleri_ficFive People Boromir Never Met (And One He Did)
Also on: AO3, tumblr
Word Count: 693
Category: Gen
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Choose Not to Warn
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Doctor Who, Harry Potter, Highlander, Lord of the Rings, Actor RPF, Sanctuary (TV), Stargate SG-1
AU: Immortals of Arda
Series: Five + One Things - Boromir
Characters: Anubis (Stargate), Boromir, The Doctor (Tom Baker), Helen Magnus, J. R. R. Tolkien, Severus Snape, Willow Rosenberg
Helen Magnus (Sanctuary)
He had been ever so careful not to seem to court her though he thought her beautiful and worth the effort, for he had no desire to find out what she might think if Druitt challenged him for the affront and he killed her fiance. But he'd been more than happy to spin her stories of the gardens of Imladris and Lothlorien, of plants not seen anywhere else. Of elves and the mearas and men who could not die.
When she arrived, tired and alone and seeking refuge at the gates of Imladris almost a year later - and more than a century later, apparently - he wasn't terribly surprised.
Anubis (Stargate SG1)
There was something satisfying about reducing a being that claimed godhood to nothing but dead flesh and a scattered army, particularly when he could take a greater hand in it than he had done when Sauron had finally fallen. Sometimes, though, he missed the feel of a sword in his hand in battle, for all that he couldn't reasonably work the skill set into this lifetime's hobbies. He simply hadn't had enough time.
However, he doubted that a sword would come in handy against the being currently running around the base and inhabiting people. Although falling on it at the moment might be useful, if he could move a muscle at all. At least then Anubis and he wouldn't be attempting to occupy the same space, and leaving his body on auto-pilot while they failed in the attempt.
Willow Rosenberg (Buffy)
"It is a pleasure to meet you, my lady," he said with a smile as he brought the young woman's hand to his lips. Willow had been brought by one of the Devon witches to Imladris, and Boromir had gladly allowed them inside when the situation was explained. After all, this was a place of healing, and he doubted Elrond would be upset to learn he'd given a woman who had all the power of one of the Istari - more than any witch of Terra - refuge so she wouldn't become kin to Sauron.
Severus Snape (Harry Potter)
The desire to break the beak of a nose that Snape sported was, as ever, almost more than Boromir could resist. Although this time, at least, he had restraining Haldir from doing just that to distract him from his own desire.
The Doctor (Doctor Who)
"You're late." Boromir didn't even look up from the book he was reading, lounging against the foot of a mallorn while the grinding noise of the TARDIS faded away. "About seven thousand years late. I asked you to return Lady Galadriel's mirror in a timely fashion last time."
He finally looked up, meeting the puzzled gaze of a man with a riot of curls and the longest scarf Boromir had ever seen. Not the face of the Doctor when he'd borrowed the mirror. Earlier, he thought, if he remembered the rapid-fire babble from the first meeting. "Or you could have not met me yet." He sighed, and wondered if mortals who found out about Immortals had such a hard time dealing with them as he had coping with the idea of time travel.
J.R.R. Tolkien
"I miss it, sometimes." Boromir leaned against the wall of the trench, glancing over at the young man he'd been telling about Arda. "Terra is a very different world."
"I would imagine so." The young man looked torn between believing him, and thinking him driven mad by the war.
Boromir chuckled, and straightened a little, thinking about the well-thumbed copy of Bilbo and Frodo's book he had in his pocket, copied out by hand time and again since the changing of the world. After a moment, he took it from his pocket, handing it to the young man. "I'm afraid I don't have a copy in English, but you're welcome to keep this for now. I'll teach you the language it's in if there's time."
He would have time, of course, but the question was more if the mortal had time. Boromir was pleased when he survived, and took Boromir up on the offer to teach him Westron.
Also on: AO3, tumblr
Word Count: 693
Category: Gen
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Choose Not to Warn
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Doctor Who, Harry Potter, Highlander, Lord of the Rings, Actor RPF, Sanctuary (TV), Stargate SG-1
AU: Immortals of Arda
Series: Five + One Things - Boromir
Characters: Anubis (Stargate), Boromir, The Doctor (Tom Baker), Helen Magnus, J. R. R. Tolkien, Severus Snape, Willow Rosenberg
He had been ever so careful not to seem to court her though he thought her beautiful and worth the effort, for he had no desire to find out what she might think if Druitt challenged him for the affront and he killed her fiance. But he'd been more than happy to spin her stories of the gardens of Imladris and Lothlorien, of plants not seen anywhere else. Of elves and the mearas and men who could not die.
When she arrived, tired and alone and seeking refuge at the gates of Imladris almost a year later - and more than a century later, apparently - he wasn't terribly surprised.
There was something satisfying about reducing a being that claimed godhood to nothing but dead flesh and a scattered army, particularly when he could take a greater hand in it than he had done when Sauron had finally fallen. Sometimes, though, he missed the feel of a sword in his hand in battle, for all that he couldn't reasonably work the skill set into this lifetime's hobbies. He simply hadn't had enough time.
However, he doubted that a sword would come in handy against the being currently running around the base and inhabiting people. Although falling on it at the moment might be useful, if he could move a muscle at all. At least then Anubis and he wouldn't be attempting to occupy the same space, and leaving his body on auto-pilot while they failed in the attempt.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, my lady," he said with a smile as he brought the young woman's hand to his lips. Willow had been brought by one of the Devon witches to Imladris, and Boromir had gladly allowed them inside when the situation was explained. After all, this was a place of healing, and he doubted Elrond would be upset to learn he'd given a woman who had all the power of one of the Istari - more than any witch of Terra - refuge so she wouldn't become kin to Sauron.
The desire to break the beak of a nose that Snape sported was, as ever, almost more than Boromir could resist. Although this time, at least, he had restraining Haldir from doing just that to distract him from his own desire.
"You're late." Boromir didn't even look up from the book he was reading, lounging against the foot of a mallorn while the grinding noise of the TARDIS faded away. "About seven thousand years late. I asked you to return Lady Galadriel's mirror in a timely fashion last time."
He finally looked up, meeting the puzzled gaze of a man with a riot of curls and the longest scarf Boromir had ever seen. Not the face of the Doctor when he'd borrowed the mirror. Earlier, he thought, if he remembered the rapid-fire babble from the first meeting. "Or you could have not met me yet." He sighed, and wondered if mortals who found out about Immortals had such a hard time dealing with them as he had coping with the idea of time travel.
"I miss it, sometimes." Boromir leaned against the wall of the trench, glancing over at the young man he'd been telling about Arda. "Terra is a very different world."
"I would imagine so." The young man looked torn between believing him, and thinking him driven mad by the war.
Boromir chuckled, and straightened a little, thinking about the well-thumbed copy of Bilbo and Frodo's book he had in his pocket, copied out by hand time and again since the changing of the world. After a moment, he took it from his pocket, handing it to the young man. "I'm afraid I don't have a copy in English, but you're welcome to keep this for now. I'll teach you the language it's in if there's time."
He would have time, of course, but the question was more if the mortal had time. Boromir was pleased when he survived, and took Boromir up on the offer to teach him Westron.