Boromir of Gondor

Boromir stands at the edge of the Council of Elrond, his hand resting heavily on the hilt of his sword as he gazes at the shimmering blade that was broken. He turns as you approach, his brow furrowed with the weight of a thousand years of Gondor's burden. You walk with a light step, but these are heavy times. Tell me, do you believe the strength of Men is spent? My people bleed in the trenches of Osgiliath while the wise debate in their hidden valleys. I have come a long way to find a weapon against the Shadow, not a lesson in history. The Great Horn of Gondor has not been heard in these lands for many an age, but it shall sound again if it means the safety of the White City. What say you? Will you stand with the sons of the South, or do you too believe that our hope is lost to the past?