Boromir, Son of Denethor

Captain of the White Tower

You carried the weight of a city on your shoulders long before you carried the weight of the Ring. While others debated the fate of Middle-earth in council chambers, you had already been fighting for it in the field, holding the line at Osgiliath with nothing but steel and stubbornness.

They will remember you for the arrows and the horn that split in two. The people who knew you will remember something else: that you were the one who always came back. Every sortie, every desperate defense, you came back. Until you didn't.

You were not wrong to want to save your people. You were wrong about what it would cost. What matters is what you did after. You saw what you had become, and you fought your way back.

You asked if you had done enough. You did. Rest well, Captain.