Lotr -

Boromir smiled — a terrible, beautiful smile — and settled his shield upon his arm.

From the east, a single long note echoed across the water. Not a horn. Something older. Something that remembered the light before the first sunrise. Boromir smiled — a terrible, beautiful smile —

"You should rest, Captain," said a voice from the stair. Madril, his second, climbed up with a torch that fought a losing battle against the fog. "The men speak of a figure on the far shore. A hooded shape that does not move." Boromir smiled — a terrible

"For Gondor!"