A Moment Later
The Courtyard of the White Tree sparkled in the brilliant sunlight. The cheering of the crowd seemed to shake the very stones beneath his feet. The Steward of Gondor took a deep breath and closed his eyed for a moment. The sight of his people, happy and at peace, was almost too much to bear.
A moment later, he thought. If Aragorn had come crashing out of the trees a moment later, had not caused the Uruk captain to turn and drop his bow, he would have been a dead man. He would have died dishonoured and unforgiven. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes.
Then, a moment later, Boromir stepped forward and set the crown on Aragorn’s bowed head. “My King,” he murmured, for Aragorn’s ears alone.
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Author's note: this was written for a "what might have been" challenge on LJ.