linaewen | Flashback Friday... Boromir

Believe it or not, on this day two years ago, I posted my first inkling. Before that I had done a couple of poems, but this was the first attempt at writing a story. It was just a little thing, and I didn't really have any clear intention of drawing it out into a major work of length, but it was well-received, so I followed it the next day with Chapter One.

And I'm still going! Sometimes it's a chore to find time to write down all the glorious ideas that fill my head, but I have to say, it has been a marvelous two years, full of new-found abilities, deep thoughts, heavy discussions, growing friendships -- and Boromir at my side bugging me constantly, hehe! Not that I mind!

In case you don't know what inkling I am referring to, here is that prologue that I posted on April 16, 2002.

He ran over in his mind the inventory of his pack as he tightened the straps of his saddle. It would do, at least for this first part of his journey. He knew not what would be his situation once he passed out of the lands of his knowledge, but for now his supplies were sufficient for the task. Satisfied, he mounted and rode out of the courtyard. He had said his farewells to his loved ones and was eager to depart before they thought of more reasons why he should not go. It had been a difficult task to convince them that the quest not be given to another; it was his alone. He would allow no one else to attempt such a dark and uncertain journey.

He rode out from the city just before dawn. The guards at the gate saluted him as he passed, as was their custom. They knew little of his errand, but then, he knew little enough himself; only that it could prove to be a hopeless journey. His heart thrilled in anticipation of the adventure. Hopeless, perhaps, but worth the attempt. Unknown dangers lay ahead on a long, lonely road, but he was not afraid. He would find that road if it could be found.

He paused briefly at the outer defensive wall and looked back across the field at the city behind him. The light of the rising sun was beginning to warm its walls and high towers. He turned in his saddle and put his hand to his belt. Lifting the horn that hung there to his lips, he gave a great musical blast, as if to signal to friend and foe alike that he was setting forth on his Quest. Boromir, son of Denethor, was riding forth, determined to seek in the distant north the answer to a strange riddle and to bring aid to his City, or die in the attempt.

The sun rose behind him as he spurred his steed to a gallop and passed into the mist on the road to the west.

In other news...

-- I apologize for not keeping up very well with my friends' journals; I made fun of my List of Doom and It got back at me by giving me even more unexpected tasks to do to keep me busy and preoccupied.
-- I will be away for the weekend on an office retreat to the Poconos, so you won't see me again until Monday, probably. The weather will be fantastic, so I am looking forward to some hiking and being outside, as well as a good time of fellowship and a chance to catch my breath before things start to "heat up" around here for the summer responsibilities at the office.

Have a good weekend, y'all!