Fic!

[juleskicks.livejournal.com]

Crossposted to dyinghinhisname and my personal journal. My apologies if you get this three times!

Title: Dreams
Author: twinkledru
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I'm sure if the good Professor Tolkien knew what I was doing with them, he'd regret having created them. But nonetheless, he did, so I'm giving him credit, whether he wants it or not. *grin*
Notes: This is more immediately Aragorn/Boromir, but there are very definite mentions of Aragorn/Boromir/Arwen as well, so if threesomes or Arwen aren't your thing, don't read it. *grin*



Though it was deepest February, the lingering winter did not trouble the Company within the domain of the Lady.

When she had looked into his mind, the Elven Queen had glimpsed there some of what had passed between himself and Aragorn. He had felt her mind smiling, though, and knew that she must have seen also the times (too few they had been) that her younger kinswoman had joined them. Perhaps she knew even now what they were about as they lay on the soft green grass, some distance from the rest of the Fellowship.

But then had come less pleasant thoughts, called to immediacy in his mind by the Lady who shone all golden light. Boromir decided that he had given enough thought to the mistress of these woods.

Boromir's fingers drifted down, sliding along the twisted silver chain, and landed upon the crystal pendant which sparkled and shimmered even now, against the grime and dirt of Aragorn's worn traveling clothes. When his fingers brushed the Evenstar, he saw her in his mind.

He saw the Lady Arwen look up from her reading. She closed her book and set it aside, and she lay back upon her bed, stretching languidly, luxuriously, and smiling. He knew also then that, though it had not yet touched Lothlorien, winter was come to Imladris, now cold, and he wondered and did not wonder that she stayed yet.

Surprised at his own audacity, Boromir wrapped his fingers loosely around the pendant as he kissed Aragorn again, with new ferocity, and it burst into his mind like a glorious orange sunrise, Arwen's lips parted too as her eyes fell closed. Her eyelids drifted down easily, slowly, gracefully, as every movement she made, like dried-up leaves caught on an idle breeze and fluttering finally to the ground. The corners of her mouth were still drawn loosely up in a smile.

A dream, mayhap, a flight of fancy as he wished that she might be here with them. Though he had known her far too little for either of their liking, he could see her, her own hands traveling paths that his or Aragorn's had before. Hers were far more graceful, of course, her slim white hands more deliberate and moving far more smoothly than their larger, rougher, dirtier ones had. But he felt a pang of absence, too, wished that they might touch her, for all that their hands were almost certainly undeserving of her lovely skin.

[Arwen,] he murmured in his mind, his lips even shaping the name against Aragorn's stomach. There was no talk of 'Lady' now. The other Man's hands tangled in his hair, and he heard a straining whisper of "Boromir" as he slid slowly further down. He heard, too, Arwen breathe the name as well, her voice a chiming dancing stream, and saw her finger slide down her own belly at the same pace as his lips trailed down Aragorn's.

The Evenstar brushed his skin often throughout the thing, and each time he saw her. Growing all the more hungry for her skin, he threw himself ever more fiercely into the coupling with Aragorn. As the man who'd be his King rode him, he felt the still-cool metal of the pendant slide along his skin, and for a maddening flash felt himself sheathed in her. He sucked in his breath as Aragorn came, for he felt her 'round him, and it was only moments then before he followed. All vanished for a moment, swallowed up by starlight.

If it was but a dream, then it was a good dream.

Comments

[makamu]

A/B/A is not my thing at all, but your writing wins me over every time! Lovely!

[archet.livejournal.com]

Nice! Love how Boromir finds a connection to Arwen through the pendent.