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rugbytackleTitle: Hope and Despair Part 8
Author: Sadness1986
Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir, Aragorn/ Arwen
Rating: NC-17
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...
First there is darkness and silence. Peacefully Boromir drifts through the grey zone between to be or not to be.
He feels refreshed without the burden of an existence, when memory slowly begins to fade.
It doesn't matter, that he can't find the way to halls of his ancestors, doesn't matter, oblivion feels too good. Finally he is able to overcome his grief, love and sorrow.
But then there's a voice, a voice of some-one, who refuses to fade away, fights it.
"Boromir..."
And he finds himself in the embrace of fire, that burns brighter and hotter, than anything he ever felt and he feels a power, that is strong enough to overthrow the world..., but this voice, so familiar, comforting, he clings to this being, when it drags him out of the abyss.
"Sauron", Boromir whispered.
"Please, don't, it's an elven insult", this luring voice plead, "Call me Annatar *."
"Annatar..."
"Yes, Boromir, now see with my eyes, see what I show you..."
Heat and darkness seem to fill him until he doesn't feel empty anymore and his unseeing eyes become clear again:
Boromir gazed upon a very naked king of Gondor lying on large royal bed, lovely blushing and slightly panting, knees bending to hide his private parts in shame.
Arwen stands in front of the large bed, slowly undoing the fastenings of her night-gown until it slides soundlessly down, pooling at her ankles.
Aragorn's eyes are glued to her creamy white, perfect breasts and his cock leaps into an instant and painful erection.
She laughs and it sounds like a river murmuring and her laughter washes like a wave over the prone king as she climbs on the mattress.
"Touch me", Arwen whispers and as he hesitates, she takes his trembling, callused hands and guides them over her marble skin.
And Boromir watches, how she rides him until she finds her climax, watches how responsive he can be, quivering, moaning, arching, crying.
For her, not for him.
"He could be yours", Annatar's treacherous voice insists.
"How?", Boromir asks confused.
"You'll see...", is the reply, then: "You love your little brother, don't you?"
* Annatar - The Complete Guide to Middle-earth by Robert Foster: the name Sauron used when he seduced mankind and elves in the Dark Years before he forged the rings.
anna (Quenya) - gift
atar (Quenya) - father
Author: Sadness1986
Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir, Aragorn/ Arwen
Rating: NC-17
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...
First there is darkness and silence. Peacefully Boromir drifts through the grey zone between to be or not to be.
He feels refreshed without the burden of an existence, when memory slowly begins to fade.
It doesn't matter, that he can't find the way to halls of his ancestors, doesn't matter, oblivion feels too good. Finally he is able to overcome his grief, love and sorrow.
But then there's a voice, a voice of some-one, who refuses to fade away, fights it.
"Boromir..."
And he finds himself in the embrace of fire, that burns brighter and hotter, than anything he ever felt and he feels a power, that is strong enough to overthrow the world..., but this voice, so familiar, comforting, he clings to this being, when it drags him out of the abyss.
"Sauron", Boromir whispered.
"Please, don't, it's an elven insult", this luring voice plead, "Call me Annatar *."
"Annatar..."
"Yes, Boromir, now see with my eyes, see what I show you..."
Heat and darkness seem to fill him until he doesn't feel empty anymore and his unseeing eyes become clear again:
Boromir gazed upon a very naked king of Gondor lying on large royal bed, lovely blushing and slightly panting, knees bending to hide his private parts in shame.
Arwen stands in front of the large bed, slowly undoing the fastenings of her night-gown until it slides soundlessly down, pooling at her ankles.
Aragorn's eyes are glued to her creamy white, perfect breasts and his cock leaps into an instant and painful erection.
She laughs and it sounds like a river murmuring and her laughter washes like a wave over the prone king as she climbs on the mattress.
"Touch me", Arwen whispers and as he hesitates, she takes his trembling, callused hands and guides them over her marble skin.
And Boromir watches, how she rides him until she finds her climax, watches how responsive he can be, quivering, moaning, arching, crying.
For her, not for him.
"He could be yours", Annatar's treacherous voice insists.
"How?", Boromir asks confused.
"You'll see...", is the reply, then: "You love your little brother, don't you?"
* Annatar - The Complete Guide to Middle-earth by Robert Foster: the name Sauron used when he seduced mankind and elves in the Dark Years before he forged the rings.
anna (Quenya) - gift
atar (Quenya) - father
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Date: 2004-09-01 07:48 am (UTC)Then again, to quote Oscar Wilde:" I can resist everything except temptation". An if Aragorn naked, writhing on a bed is not tempting, I don't know what is *dg*
I look forward to the next part, even if excitement and dread rise in equal measure...
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Date: 2004-09-02 12:27 pm (UTC)Aragorn, yes, precioussssss...
thank you, I really was already about not to go on with this series, but you convinced me... *blows kisses*
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Date: 2004-09-01 12:55 pm (UTC).
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Annatar..mmmm...
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Date: 2004-09-02 12:28 pm (UTC)Evil Annatar...
Evil Sadness1986.
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Date: 2004-09-02 10:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-02 12:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-03 08:58 pm (UTC)*is intrigued*
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Date: 2004-09-05 09:22 am (UTC)