Boromir had come to realise on his own that some sort of magic was involved where languages were concerned (although very useful, he had to admit). He crouches down beside Ilde, peering at the letters in the dim light.

"No. I can understand certain things -like this word," and he taps at a letter, "is the name of a thing or person. But it may as well be horse whinnies for all I'm to understand."