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[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Boromir descends the stairs, again without his armor and weapons except for his eating dagger--though he knows by now he does not need it. He feels better with it at his waist nonetheless.

He sits at the bar and looks around for a few moments before speaking. "Lady Bar? The concoction I had the other day--I would like that again, please."

Up pops waffles with honey and berries. Boromir puts a coin on the bar top and murmurs "Thank you" as he begins to eat.

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[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"I assume even the end of the universe has mallets and nails. I can handle tools of that nature."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Oh, it has; most certainly. And it has other things that might feel a bit odd, but are quite obvious to common sense as well."

Asar-Suti sips his coffee. Does he dare say it?

"Well, when we finished breakfast, I might take you along to the building site, and you could pick something to do that you might like and feel you can do?" he suggests.

It feels ever so odd - inviting Boromir to do some DIY together...

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"I should like that very much. It will give me more to do than walk around and listen to people's conversations." He drains his coffee mug. "There. I am done."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Boromir. Building site. Wow!!!

What an honour. What a mismatching of concepts. Asar-Suti feels almost giddy as he finishes his coffee, returns it to the bar, and says, "All right; just follow me, then," and walks towards the entrance to the staff quarters.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Boromir follows, amused taht even at the end of the universe building must be done by hand.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Here we are," Asar-Suti says, almost proudly, indicating to Boromir the people at work, the wallpaper and paint drying, the kitchen cabinets being hung.

"Don't mind the high-pitched howling noises, that's not a new sort of Nazgul, just power tools - they drive screws or drill holes much easier than by hand, but that is all. You've got a steady eyye and a steady hand - you might help with the last batch of kitchen cabinets being hung. It's obvious how they go all in a row, don't they?"

Boromir- Kitchen cabinets. Whee! It makes the little purple mind boggle.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I can do this," Boromir murmurs as he studies the cabinets. His hands glide lightly over the smooth wood, and he looks at Asar-Suti with a smile. "I shall be happy to help. Where are the tools?"

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps you might work with those people over there who are already hanging cabinets," Asar-Suti says, indicating a group of random helpers that aren't actually there but let's pretend they are.

"From the way they are arguing, they do need somebody who has the eye to tell them if the tings are aligned with each other, and generally straight," he adds.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Boromir nods and goes to the group that isn't there. In a few minutes he has calmed the argument and decided a way to judge the straightness of the cabinets.

So it is not leading troops into battle. He is still a leader of men.

He glances at Asar-Suti with a smile.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti smiles back. Wonderful - just what you'd expect of Boromir.

Boromir!! Wheee!

The small purple god feels strangely elated as he goes back to conjuring things for the others to build with. Now, three bottles of orange wall paint...