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Boromir fidgeted as the tailor fussed around him, fitting his new tunic for the Mettarë celebrations.
“A fine garment, my lord, fit for a king!” said the tailor.
Boromir glanced at himself in the glass. The burgundy red velvet did indeed give him a somewhat regal air. What if he and his men were to defeat the Dark Lord? Might the grateful people beg him to become King after his father?
A messenger entered. “Bad news, my lord, our men are defeated and have had to retreat.
Boromir’s vision faded. The tunic now seemed to him the colour of blood.