A Sense of History: Straight Road
The next in a series of articles about ships passing to and from the West, Simon uses "The Fall of Númenor" to attempt to arrive at Tolkien's reading of the exordium to "Beowulf."
The two halves of Boromir's horn make their way to Minas Tirith.
Bound with silver, written with ancient characters: half was found among the reeds where watchers lay, below the infalls of the Entwash. In haste, their captain rode through Anorien, a grievous burden across his saddle-bow.
O Boromir! The long road north!
Half was found spinning on the flood by one who had an errand on the water. A perilous freight resting against her feet, she rowed straight past her destination, on to Osgiliath.
O Boromir! The hard road east!
Now the horn lies cloven upon the lap of Denethor, waiting only for confirmation.
O Boromir! Drifting south under the stars…
Essentially a somewhat expanded remix of what Faramir says at Henneth Annun.
You could read the italicized lines as being Denethor's thoughts--or perhaps Faramir's.
Drabble (100 words) written for the Homophones Challenge at Tolkien Weekly on LiveJournal
Prompts: rode/rowed/road