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23<br />
<br />
Boromir averted his eyes from the door, forcing himself to look at her<br />
again. She looked so terribly helpless and alone. But the cruelest thing was that<br />
she was still incredibly beautiful, despite the circumstances. Her hollow cheeks,<br />
her pale skin—all that did not matter. Her beauty was so breaktaking that even<br />
these grievous traces of illness could not do it anything.<br />
She was still so beautiful, and the thought of this beauty vanishing in some<br />
cold tomb was worse than anything else. The image of her fair, feathery body<br />
degrading was too much. Boromir was about to turn his head away again not to<br />
see her beauty any longer, when he saw her eyelids flutter. Very slowly she<br />
managed to open her eyes.<br />
In an instant, Boromir bent down to her, laying his hand gently on her face.<br />
He held back the tears behind his eyelids. She needed him now. He had to stay<br />
strong to ease it for her. ”My love,” he whispered. “You are awake.”<br />
Her words were almost inaudible, yet he knew what she was trying to say.<br />
“Boromir.”<br />
<br />
Faramir hastened along the hallways. He had just received the news. He<br />
had to see Boromir.<br />
When he had reached the door to their rooms, he paused for a moment to<br />
steady his breath. Then he turned the handle-knob carefully and entered the<br />
room.<br />
His brother sat in some armchair in front of the fireplace, head buried in his<br />
hands. He did not look up at the sound of the door, but remained in his position.<br />
Faramir slowly sat down in the chair next to Boromir. He did not say anything,<br />
for he knew his brother would speak to him when he was ready.<br />
After a while Boromir lifted his head. There were no traces of tears on his<br />
face. This worried Faramir, but he still said nothing.<br />
”She is gone.” Boromir’s voice was raucous and shaky. “I was with her<br />
when she passed away.” He swallowed hard. “She died with a smile on her lips.”<br />
”She could say her farewell to you. That made her happy at the end,”<br />
Faramir watched his brother intently. “Did you cry for her?”<br />
”No.”<br />
”You should cry for her. You loved her, love her still. You should cry for<br />
your love.”