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rugbytackleTitle: Hope and Despair Part 7
Author: Sadness1986
Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir, Aragorn/ Arwen
Rating: NC-17 for the series
Warning: angst, AU, Het
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, in this case meaning: I stole some lines from my eBook .
Dedicated to makamu, who looked right through me. *blows kisses*
_Et Eärello Endorenna utúlien. Sinome maruvan ar Hildinyar tenn' Ambar-metta!_
And those were the words that Elendil spoke when he came up out of the Sea on the wings of the wind: 'Out of the Great Sea to Middle-earth I am come. In this place will I abide, and my heirs, unto the ending of the world.'
The crowd cheered and Aragorn froze in mid-step.
"I'm so tired", Boromir whispered, "Let me rest, my king, please."
King Elessar can see him. His green eyes dull, he looks transparent, like fog fading in the morning light, like a lingering remnant of a dream.
"Let me go, but keep me in your heart. I will go to my ancestors, I'll be in good company...", Boromir pleads him with a hint of a smile twitching on his lips.
"I love you", Aragorn mouths and closes his eyes.
When he opens them, he sees the elves moving slowly and gracefully towards him. Legolas face he recognises first and to his surprise he is bestowed with a beautiful, yet a little sappy smile.
He tries to return it, but as he approaches his friend, he suddenly looks into Lord Elrond's face, on his noble features a mixture of pain and joy.
"Arwen", he whispers as pale, elegant hands move the flag aside, that was hiding an elf-maiden.
Throwing grief and hesitation away he storms towards he, gathers her in his arms and his embrace is maybe too fierce, his kiss to passionate, but he doesn't care. Aragorn knows, that he will find oblivion in her love, in her soft, female body, in her light.
He can't see sad and weary green eyes, doesn't feel a vitreous heart breaking under his feet, can't hear Boromir's parting words:
"You stepped into my heart once and you never shall be released again, alive or dead you are mine, even if you break it, it will cut your feet, when you walk on."
Author: Sadness1986
Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir, Aragorn/ Arwen
Rating: NC-17 for the series
Warning: angst, AU, Het
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, in this case meaning: I stole some lines from my eBook .
Dedicated to makamu, who looked right through me. *blows kisses*
_Et Eärello Endorenna utúlien. Sinome maruvan ar Hildinyar tenn' Ambar-metta!_
And those were the words that Elendil spoke when he came up out of the Sea on the wings of the wind: 'Out of the Great Sea to Middle-earth I am come. In this place will I abide, and my heirs, unto the ending of the world.'
The crowd cheered and Aragorn froze in mid-step.
"I'm so tired", Boromir whispered, "Let me rest, my king, please."
King Elessar can see him. His green eyes dull, he looks transparent, like fog fading in the morning light, like a lingering remnant of a dream.
"Let me go, but keep me in your heart. I will go to my ancestors, I'll be in good company...", Boromir pleads him with a hint of a smile twitching on his lips.
"I love you", Aragorn mouths and closes his eyes.
When he opens them, he sees the elves moving slowly and gracefully towards him. Legolas face he recognises first and to his surprise he is bestowed with a beautiful, yet a little sappy smile.
He tries to return it, but as he approaches his friend, he suddenly looks into Lord Elrond's face, on his noble features a mixture of pain and joy.
"Arwen", he whispers as pale, elegant hands move the flag aside, that was hiding an elf-maiden.
Throwing grief and hesitation away he storms towards he, gathers her in his arms and his embrace is maybe too fierce, his kiss to passionate, but he doesn't care. Aragorn knows, that he will find oblivion in her love, in her soft, female body, in her light.
He can't see sad and weary green eyes, doesn't feel a vitreous heart breaking under his feet, can't hear Boromir's parting words:
"You stepped into my heart once and you never shall be released again, alive or dead you are mine, even if you break it, it will cut your feet, when you walk on."
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*blushes*
Date: 2004-08-31 07:02 am (UTC)I swear you are going to make me hate my favourite character in all of M-e! If I knew the Sindarin word for "idiot", that is what I would throw at him, I swear... I cringe in the film when this scene comes up in the film, but this was worse by a far stretch. I am looking forward to what will happen now that Boromir has cursed Aragorn. Poor Estel, poor Estel, our poor precious, deserves better than the Elf (she belonggeses with gold-hair, if you askes us), deserveses the arandur (Steward in Sindarin), he does. Poor precious, gollum ;) *hugs you tight*
Re: *blushes*
Date: 2004-09-01 06:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-03 08:56 pm (UTC)