Scream (Aragorn/Boromir) PG-15
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helens78
Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Rating: PG-15
Warnings: None. Well, dark!Boromir. I was in a mood.
Disclaimer: No harm, no foul, no infringement, no caffeine. I know, I know, that's a flippant disclaimer, so let me try harder... JRR Tolkien created the characters, I'm only playing with them for fun. No harm meant.
Just under 250 words of dark!Boromir.
There have been other men, at night, under cover of bedrolls and darkness, and there have been words unspoken at dawn. Boromir knows all the things he's never said to anyone.
He's said even less to the ranger. His captain, whether they speak of it or no; the man who will, someday, be his king.
He is angry, sometimes, and resentful; and then there are moments when he feels pain, and regret, and wonders where all this anger was born. Where it might have fed, what it lives on. Boromir is not an angry man, nor is he given to cruelty.
When his hands are too rough and his teeth are too vicious, the ranger does not complain. The ranger even caught his hand once as he was leaving, a silent plea for Boromir to stay. Boromir pretended not to notice.
The kind of cry Boromir longs to draw out of the ranger would no doubt bring their company out of sleep, wondering what's the matter. Someday, Boromir suspects, that will not be enough to keep him from wringing those cries out of his bedmate. His lover. His king.
The look in Aragorn's eyes holds no surprise tonight. Boromir simply walks away from the others, out of sight, out of hearing. The ranger will follow, tracking him through darkness, and with leaves shading them from moonlight, Boromir will wonder what it would take to make Aragorn scream.
Author:
helens78Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Rating: PG-15
Warnings: None. Well, dark!Boromir. I was in a mood.
Disclaimer: No harm, no foul, no infringement, no caffeine. I know, I know, that's a flippant disclaimer, so let me try harder... JRR Tolkien created the characters, I'm only playing with them for fun. No harm meant.
Just under 250 words of dark!Boromir.
There have been other men, at night, under cover of bedrolls and darkness, and there have been words unspoken at dawn. Boromir knows all the things he's never said to anyone.
He's said even less to the ranger. His captain, whether they speak of it or no; the man who will, someday, be his king.
He is angry, sometimes, and resentful; and then there are moments when he feels pain, and regret, and wonders where all this anger was born. Where it might have fed, what it lives on. Boromir is not an angry man, nor is he given to cruelty.
When his hands are too rough and his teeth are too vicious, the ranger does not complain. The ranger even caught his hand once as he was leaving, a silent plea for Boromir to stay. Boromir pretended not to notice.
The kind of cry Boromir longs to draw out of the ranger would no doubt bring their company out of sleep, wondering what's the matter. Someday, Boromir suspects, that will not be enough to keep him from wringing those cries out of his bedmate. His lover. His king.
The look in Aragorn's eyes holds no surprise tonight. Boromir simply walks away from the others, out of sight, out of hearing. The ranger will follow, tracking him through darkness, and with leaves shading them from moonlight, Boromir will wonder what it would take to make Aragorn scream.
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Date: 2003-09-25 11:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-28 01:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-25 11:17 pm (UTC)*raises hand* I have a few suggestions... *evil grin*
This is lovely... dark and sensual, and shivery to boot!
~Kris
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Date: 2003-09-28 01:28 pm (UTC)Thank you! :D
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Date: 2003-09-26 12:55 pm (UTC)~shivers~
can this man be more utterly alone? Sigh. Lovely short fic. Thanks. Now I go to weep in a dark corner.
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Date: 2003-09-28 01:36 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it! Even if it made you run for the dark corner. ;)
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Date: 2003-09-28 11:16 pm (UTC)Yes, he does.
The burden on his shoulders is huge, and not surprisingly: Gondor *relies* on him, his father doesn't consider Faramir good enough and all expectations are on Boromir.
And he has also been fighting for *years*, watching from the White Tower, every morning, toward the evergrowing darkness of Mordor.
Resigned, you rightly say, and so, so lonely.
I'm going back in the right corner now!
I'm fanficcing the hell out of him
And thank you so much for doing it!
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Date: 2003-09-26 03:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-28 01:37 pm (UTC)Heck.
Date: 2003-09-26 08:21 pm (UTC)You left out well chosen, intense, soul-bearing, and revealing! That's what it should read...
Just under 250 well chosen, intense, soul-bearing, and revealing words of dark!Boromir.
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Date: 2003-09-28 01:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-10 11:57 pm (UTC)no subject
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