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rugbytackleTitle: Hope and Despair Part 6
Author: Sadness1986
Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Rating: NC-17
Warning: angst, AU, language
Summary: There's no hope in despair.
Notes: You insisted, so I'm writing a series, I didn't plan at all. And I'll take revenge, you know me well. I just say cliff-hangers, angst and angst...
And I sometimes mix book-plot with movie-plot... Sorry.
And yes, I had problems with understanding properly, what Viggo screamed...
"I see in your eyes the same fear, that would take the heart of me.
The day might come, when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship. But it is not this day. Today we fight!", Aragorn yells to encourage the soldiers, that backed away in fear. His face stern, proud and determined, showing no trace of his despair, of his agony. He pretends to be strong, to be brave, pretends to be the leader, the king, they have waited for, the man, who would lead them to victory.
He knows, that he's their only hope, that they need his strength to rely on, need his fearlessness to follow.
"Boromir", he thinks and for a moment he can feel his embrace, secure and fierce, feel his beard rasping over his cheek, smell his scent of leather, of sunlight and something unique, that he would call the odour of Gondor.
Then he can hear his voice: "I'm with you, you won't fail. Let me lead you, trust me."
Everything drowns in a blur, when he draws his sword, feeling the strength of two men in his arms.
But a voice like rolling thunder, but low, almost a whisper speaks to him: "Aragorn, son of Arathorn. How brave you are leading them to dead? What for? For the unforgotten glory of true undying heroes? But who will praise your heroic foolishness, when Middle-earth is covered in darkness? Those, who remain will spit after speaking your name and the elves won't even care. What are you fighting for? I can see in your mind, that you already know, that you won't survive this day."
Aragorn turns around to smile at the warriors, but tears rolling down his cheek betray him. How could Boromir bear this, hearing this voice night and day, breaking him apart from the inside?
A war-cry broke out of him, that wasn't his own and he felt rage burning hotter in his veins, then it ever did and he finally let go, let Boromir's stubbornness and pride, his temper and charisma spearhead the last battle against evil.
But it wasn't Aragorn nor Boromir, who won the battle. It was a little Hobbit, whose gentle blue eyes had seen so much darkness, that they wouldn't be bright anymore.
Author: Sadness1986
Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Rating: NC-17
Warning: angst, AU, language
Summary: There's no hope in despair.
Notes: You insisted, so I'm writing a series, I didn't plan at all. And I'll take revenge, you know me well. I just say cliff-hangers, angst and angst...
And I sometimes mix book-plot with movie-plot... Sorry.
And yes, I had problems with understanding properly, what Viggo screamed...
"I see in your eyes the same fear, that would take the heart of me.
The day might come, when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship. But it is not this day. Today we fight!", Aragorn yells to encourage the soldiers, that backed away in fear. His face stern, proud and determined, showing no trace of his despair, of his agony. He pretends to be strong, to be brave, pretends to be the leader, the king, they have waited for, the man, who would lead them to victory.
He knows, that he's their only hope, that they need his strength to rely on, need his fearlessness to follow.
"Boromir", he thinks and for a moment he can feel his embrace, secure and fierce, feel his beard rasping over his cheek, smell his scent of leather, of sunlight and something unique, that he would call the odour of Gondor.
Then he can hear his voice: "I'm with you, you won't fail. Let me lead you, trust me."
Everything drowns in a blur, when he draws his sword, feeling the strength of two men in his arms.
But a voice like rolling thunder, but low, almost a whisper speaks to him: "Aragorn, son of Arathorn. How brave you are leading them to dead? What for? For the unforgotten glory of true undying heroes? But who will praise your heroic foolishness, when Middle-earth is covered in darkness? Those, who remain will spit after speaking your name and the elves won't even care. What are you fighting for? I can see in your mind, that you already know, that you won't survive this day."
Aragorn turns around to smile at the warriors, but tears rolling down his cheek betray him. How could Boromir bear this, hearing this voice night and day, breaking him apart from the inside?
A war-cry broke out of him, that wasn't his own and he felt rage burning hotter in his veins, then it ever did and he finally let go, let Boromir's stubbornness and pride, his temper and charisma spearhead the last battle against evil.
But it wasn't Aragorn nor Boromir, who won the battle. It was a little Hobbit, whose gentle blue eyes had seen so much darkness, that they wouldn't be bright anymore.
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Date: 2004-08-25 06:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-25 06:20 am (UTC)Thank you. I really had problems with this scene. One more part torture to write, then we finally get, where I wanted... *grins evilly*
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Date: 2004-08-25 06:27 am (UTC)Clever makamu!
Date: 2004-08-27 11:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-29 03:11 am (UTC)This really captured his his pride and loyalty despite his pain.