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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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[fuckyouboots.livejournal.com]

The man on the horse is a familiar face. Cindy remembers Boromir from the ant mission and even though they haven't spoken any since then, she never forgets a face. Her walk over the shoe store for another boring workday is a long one and Cindy has nothing but time to say hello.

"Who does a girl have to blow with to get a ride around here?" Not quite a hello in the classic sense of the term, but this is Cindy after all.