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[ofminastirith.livejournal.com]

Who: Boromir & you.
What: Horse riding and stopping to chat to whoever he meets.
Where: Around the less central areas of Baedel.
When: Veerdi morning.
Warnings: None.

Boromir has had a lifetime of early rises and can be found up before the birds most mornings, unless the birds were actually unspeakable horrors that trawl around at night, and then he has to be up earlier still.

No one who actually knows him would be surprised to see him awake at the wee hours, saddling his horse and preparing for a slow, easy ride around the calmer areas of the city to get the creature accustomed to hustle and bustle. The horse in question was a fine specimen, somewhat broken but unused to crowds or being ridden on a regular basis.

It wouldn't be too unusual, in the moments it seems the most skittish, to hear the rider humming or else singing a little in Sindarin.

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[ofminastirith.livejournal.com]

"Pleased to meet you, too," he says, with a smile and a nod. The horse, on the other hand, gives a snort and a little clip-clop on the street. Impatient thing.

"Well, if you're quite all right then I suppose I'll be on my way."

[kiss_evilgoodbye]

"Of course, yeah," she nods, before getting out of the horse's way. If she had an apple, the horse could have it.

She's not sure if real horses actually eat apples, but the thought is there.

"Thanks for not ... plowing me over."