So I’ve been re-skimming some LotR in between looking for new books to read and Boromir mentions his brother like, three times in the Council of Elrond. And I realize it’s dramatic foreshadowing shit, but consider (modern au apparently) Boromir who just talks about his brother all the time and has so many pictures:
“Hobbits like poetry? My brother won a poetry contest in third grade!!! You know who’d love to hear more about Dwarves? My brother. Gosh, I can’t wait until we all get to Minas Tirith so I can show you all the best things about my city and you can meet my brother.”
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“Yeah, I’ve seen Boromir, he’s a great dude,” says Eomer, “but I hear he talks about his brother a lot?”
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“How do I know you’ve actually met my brother?” asks Faramir. “And how do you know who I am?”
“… I have seen probably a hundred pictures of you and heard the stories behind all of them,” says Frodo.
“Ah,” says Faramir, resigned. “Yeah, okay, you’ve met him.”
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You know nightblogging and how it’s funny because people’s brains do weird things when they’re tired. I think it should be used as a verb to denote an action taken while under the influence of lack of sleep.
Like, oops, nightblogged. May have just cut off all the hair I’d been growing out for five years.
Because I just did that and everyone else is asleep and now I’m sitting here in the darkness with a severed foot long braid, a significantly lighter head, a note to my Mom for the morning, and the address of Locks of Love. On that note since writing this is pretty useless maybe it is another example of the new definition of nightblogging.
A Middleground 