|| Boromir of Gondor || Man|| ♂ || 41 || Rivendell ||
I glanced around, noticing that it was really time that I got to the council. I turned to the others there, a formal phrase of parting on my lips, but they were engaged in their own conversation and I didn't want to interrupt. Instead, I turned and walked swiftly through the garden, glancing curiously at all the trees. There weren't this many trees in Gondor, let alone the variety of trees here. I didn't stop to examine them, as fear of being late for the council drove me on.
At last I reached the place where the council was to be held. A wry smile touched my lips as I saw that hardly anyone had gathered yet. I took a seat in one of the chairs, hoping it wouldn't break any customs.











