An entry for LJ's lotr_community's recent art challenge, the text should be self-explanatory.
Sorrowfully they cast loose the funeral boat: there Boromir lay, restful, peaceful, gliding upon the bosom of the flowing water. The stream took him while they held their own boat back with their paddles. He floated by them, and slowly his boat departed, waning to a dark spot against the golden light; and then suddenly it vanished. Rauros roared on unchanging. The River had taken Boromir son of Denethor, and he was not seen again in Minas Tirith, standing as he used to stand upon the White Tower in the morning.
I was listening to the tune by the Tolkien Ensemble's version of the poem while I worked on this, so that quote is not far from the mark. Thank you for the lovely comment.
Congratulations! I guess you know already that you deservedly won the First Place in the Photomanip category and the Second Place in the Overall Art category with this in the Tree and Flower Awards on MPTT, but if you don't mind I'll just state it here, for other people on DA to see...
I recognize the view. The earth shakes where you stand in a small walled platform in front of a long tunnel cut into the cliff like the roughest of those cut by dwarves or the Eldar. Beautiful, as always Lady Elleth!