Journal of Boromir: Day 20

“…These hobbits don’t realize how lucky they are. If it were Faramir who had tossed my bedroll over a cliff as a joke I would have had him wearing women’s make-up and his hair in pigtails to the next military council meeting in Gondor. But thanks to Aragorn, Merry and Pippin get no punishment for their antics. Now I’m stuck sleeping on this disgusting, grungy ground with nothing but my clothes. It’s horribly cold down here and what’s worse; I no longer have the fur-lined cloak I swiped from Faramir’s closet. Serves him right though, after spreading those lies about me to the women of the court. Oh well, if he keeps it up it’ll be his job to produce an heir to the throne, not mine. Father’s going to hate that…”