This, That and the Other Thing

Quality

The battle was upon them. A young man, really barely more than a boy, watched as his captain rode to the front of the line, strong and brave, shouting orders and rousing the men as he led them into battle against an enemy of far greater number.

He shivered, and nudged the old soldier next to him. "We are so few. Why is the Captain-General not more afraid?"

The old man smiled. "He is not afraid, lad, because he knows there is nothing to fear. He knows that in Gondor, it is the quality of men that matters, not quantity."

A/N: This was written for illwynd's birthday, and the Captain-General is, of course, Boromir.