Solstice: Guest
"Boromir."
The light of the candles dances across the silver platter's ancient
design as Boromir takes the dish from him. I see him smile; Aragorn
cannot because the flickering of the flames obscures his view.
Strong, calloused fingers cover the delicate leaves and flowers
brought to life in ageless silver. Their hands never touch.
End
by Sasjah Miller
y husband-to-be offers Boromir the venison; he has to reach around
the candelabra that stands between them to do so. The Man is engaged
in conversation with his neighbour and has not yet noticed the dish
being proffered to him. Aragorn's outstretched arm does not falter.
