“I mean no disrespect, Father, but in all honesty, you have completely lost the plot!”
“How dare you! You are my son, Boromir!”
“You seem to forget that he is also your son.”
“He disobeyed me! He should have been training!”
“He was training all day. He is still a child, father. He loves all manner of music. You cannot accuse him of disobedience for listening to the minstrels.”
“I am his father. I have every right to.”
“You are being unreasonable!”
Father and son continue to shout at each other, while from the corner, a boy watches tearfully, unnoticed.
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