“If something has happened to Boromir, we would have you tell us.” - “His horn washed up upon the riverbank, about six days past. It was cloven in two. But more than this, I know it in my heart. He was my brother.”
What breaks my heart more than anything is the fact that Boromir called Aragorn ‘my king’ before he died. And then Aragorn called him 'son of Gondor’ and kisses him on the head. That’s some depressing shit
I’m not including Aragorn in this post, because I cover his ancestry in this post. But as for other Numenorean descendants in Lord of the Rings, almost all the men we meet fit this category.
There’s Prince Imrahil, who is the latest in a long line of princes of Dol Amroth. They aren’t all named, but we do know that the first prince of Dol Amroth was Galador, son of Imrazor and Mithrellas (more on those two in this post.) Imrazor’s exact lineage is unknown, but we do know that he was a descendant of the Numenoreans who lived in Gondor around the middle of the Third Age.
Eomer and Eowyn also have some Numenorean blood. Their mother’s mother was Morwen of Lossarnach (a region of Gondor.) And while Morwen’s exact family history is unknown, we do know that she was a distant member of Imrahil’s family, which means that she, too, was a descendant of Imrazor.
Finally, there’s Faramir and Boromir. Their family history is the most detailed, since they come from a long line of ruling stewards. We can trace their family back generation by generation until Pelendur, whose father’s name is unknown. But the first known member of their family is Hurin of Emyn Arnen, who was a descendant of the Numenoreans living in Gondor in the middle of the Third Age (more about him in this post.) Interestingly enough, Faramir and Boromir’s mother, Finduilas, was Imrahil’s sister - so all the characters I just talked about are actually related!
lotr meme - six bro/otps (4/6) ↬ Faramir and Boromir
“Boromir! I cried. Where is thy horn? Whither goest thou? O Boromir! But he was gone. The boat turned into the stream and passed glimmering on into the night. Dreamlike it was, and yet no dream, for there was no waking.”