Having stayed up the entire night to do something deemed important by him, Boromir with tired eyes could only stare down at his messy desk, stained with ink and paint, filled with loads of papers that have been crumbled or scratched out, corners of paper can be seen sticking out of the closed drawers. Some have fallen to the floor, but the man paid no attention to that.

On the side of his desk was the nearly melted candle wax. He had failed to blow out the fire that lit the candle when the sun rose in Minas Tirith, not that it mattered in any way to him. He was more focused on the only paper that isn't yet ruined on the middle of his desk, it was a seemingly finished drawing of an unidentified and unknown woman looking away to the side, her face not shown, hands clasped together on her chest, with a halo above her head and wings on her back, resembling an angel.

He could never get the face right and it frustrated him slightly. Nobody seem to drew her well better than the woman he was trying to draw herself. Aside from that, he was just never good at art, in contrast to his little brother who was talented at it. He has always realized no matter how hard and long he tries, he could just never get faces right.

But the halo and the wings. It satisfied him. Beautifully drawn, it could be considered as one of his best. But he wasn't focused on making it look like a piece of art worthy to be in a museum. He just wanted to get something down, to draw the woman who taught him what love really was and symbolize her as an angel. His angel. She who did what it took to protect him no matter the cost and sacrifice.

She was his angel sent to him from the heavens.

He eventually had to give her back.

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A/N: based on my dreams (hence it's kinda all over the place and maybe a bit rushed) and for the lovely and sweet Halle_Potter_Art because we talked about this in our messages and we are horrible people... it's an inside joke... shhh...

You have been a great friend to me so I am grateful for our conversations and also your support. I hope you (and others reading this) enjoyed this, don't let this book flop. We've been so awful to him for so long now, don't you think? Poor soul...