Two Ara/Boro ficlets...
Apr. 29th, 2003 11:31 pmTitle: Peace
Author: Iana (
iana_niniel)
Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Rating: PG
Summary: Where can we find peace when all is night? My take on angsty Aragorn... :P
Disclaimer: They're not mine... it's just that I love them so much...
Archive:
rugbytackle, Boromir: A Hero's Journey, Library of Moria, all others please ask
Feedback: We neeedssss it, precioussss... give it to ussss
A/N: Companion piece of sorts to my very old and very crappy first ever slash fic 'In Eternity'
'Be at peace' I said and when I kissed his brow there was no warmth. I think it was then that my heart broke. 'Be at peace' I said and there was no comfort. And somehow the night seemed darker and the wind seemed colder, somehow the road was longer and the journey harder without him. 'Be at peace' I said.
//And grant me peace also.//
But peace will not come to me, neither in sleep nor in waking and I fear that it will now never come, never again. 'Be at peace' I said but for me there is no peace. For I believe it was then that my heart broke.
I dream of him. I dream of him in the few hours of restless sleep and I dream of him, eyes wide open, with every step I take and any minute of our deperate chase his face is there before me. And the world around me seems to fade to black and the winds seem to fall silent at the sound of his whispering voice in my head. Oh I wish to remember him as he once was when I first knew him, before the shadow fell across his heart and before temptation slowly began to eat away at his pride. I want to remember his eyes undimmed by doubt, still shining with hope and I want to remember his smile that made my heart miss a beat, then, long, too long ago.
But all I see is the shadow in his eyes, and all I see is a pride broken, stained with dark blood. And his eyes now never smile and his voice is faint and distant. I dream of him and of what could have been but my dreams now hold no comfort, now that he is gone. And it hurts so much, to know that he is never coming back, that I will never hear his voice again and that there will be no answer to my call.
I dream of him and time after time I wake with his name on my lips, a broken whisper for only the empty darkness to hear. And in the dark I cry, in the shadows I mourn, in secret for they must not see my tears. I am their hope and they must never know that from within their hope is falling apart. They must not know that it is naught but an illusion. And only now I know how much I needed him, need him still. Only now I realize that he was my strength.
I dream of him and I still hear his words. 'I have failed you all.' Oh Boromir, don't you know that it was me who failed? Who failed to save a friend and failed to save a hope? Don't you know that this one question tortures me day after day? Could I have saved you then? Could I have done anything, anything to turn back the tide?
And I remember how we were and I remember how we fought, side by side, and how I fought for you. But it was not enough, Boromir, never enough. Had I been stronger, maybe I could have saved you. Had loved you more, maybe I could have kept the darkness at bay. But it was not enough, never enough. And still the guilt I feel stabs me like a thousand daggers. And I bleed for all the words I did not dare to say and I starve for all the times we lied. Did you not know, Boromir?
I dream of him, day after day, night after night and his face is ever on my mind. I wish to remember him as he was when I first knew him but for all the blood and all the death I cannot see his smile. And my life must now forever be a morning without sunrise and a winter without spring. 'Be at peace' I said and the tears cloud my vision and I cannot see beyond their veil.
'Be at peace.' Time and time again I stumble but I know I must not fall. I am their hope and they must never know that their hope is a lie, that their hope is dark and empty for it has died with the last breath of a valiant soldier on the slopes of Amon Hen.
'Be at peace' I said and in his broken eyes there was naught but pain. I think it was then that my hope died. 'Be at peace' I said and there was nothing left. And only then I knew that peace was but an illusion.
as well as this disturbed one...
Title: Drowning
Author: Iana (
iana_niniel)
Fandom: LOTR FPS
Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Rating: PG-13
Summary: 'Dark have been my dreams of late...'
Warning: disturbed, nightmarish ficlet coming from a disturbed mind
Disclaimer: nope, not mine... I just like torturing them sometimes...
Feedback: need it... desperately
Archive:
rugbytackle, Boromir: A Hero's Journey, Library of Moria, FellowShip, all other please ask
A/N: Originally written for the contrelamontre soundtrack challenge, music used: several slow menacing pieces from the 'Elizabeth' soundtrack that have always made me think of dark dreams, written in 25 minutes but revised afterwards and I'm still not quite happy with it... *sigh*
Do you see the sun rising, there above the plains of Gondor? Do you see Boromir? Do you see the White Tower glowing like a golden flame? Your City. Our city, Boromir. Ours. Don't you see? Don't you see Boromir? The day is dawning... Boromir... Boromir? Don't you see?
Darkness, lightless darkness.
Where are you, Boromir? Don't you see the blood? Too much blood shed this night. Too much. And the drums. Ever beating, like your heart. When will they be silent? Boromir, where is my silence? Where is my peace?
Darkness, only darkness.
Touch me, Boromir, touch me and show me I am still alive. I am so cold, so cold. Just hold me and make me forget the night. And the dark blood ever flowing. Don't go, don't you ever leave me. I cannot bear to lose you.
But the drums, the drums always beating. I am afraid of the night, Boromir, afraid of its whispering voice that is calling you. Luring you away from me, away from my arms. Calling you where I cannot follow. Do not leave me. Just keep me close and make me forget. You must promise, Boromir. Promise that you will not leave me, never. Promise.
It's so dark now, I can hardly see your face. Won't you come to me, Boromir? My beautiful Boromir. Don't you hear the voices calling? And the drums beating, always beating. Like your heart. Won't you come to me? Just a little closer to the fire, just a little closer to take away the fear. Promise that you will be here. I need you so much.
Why are you so cold? Look at me. Tell me what you are thinking. Tell me. Please, Boromir. I need to know, I need to know that it's still you in my arms. Tell me.
Darkness, lightless darkness.
And I count the drums like your heartbeat. Don't let them take you away from me, don't you ever let them take you away from me.
The night is so dark. I cannot see your face. Please, let me see your face, I need to know it's still you and not a stranger in my arms.
Do you hear them calling, the voices of the night? Don't listen, don't listen to them, Boromir. It's nothing but lies and deceit, their promise. Don't you listen to them.
So much death.
Please hold me... tell me I'm alive...
And the blood always flowing, like a black river.
Boromir... Boromir... I'm drowning...
Darkness, lightless darkness.
Don't you see the dawn?
Author: Iana (
Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Rating: PG
Summary: Where can we find peace when all is night? My take on angsty Aragorn... :P
Disclaimer: They're not mine... it's just that I love them so much...
Archive:
Feedback: We neeedssss it, precioussss... give it to ussss
A/N: Companion piece of sorts to my very old and very crappy first ever slash fic 'In Eternity'
Peace
'Be at peace' I said and when I kissed his brow there was no warmth. I think it was then that my heart broke. 'Be at peace' I said and there was no comfort. And somehow the night seemed darker and the wind seemed colder, somehow the road was longer and the journey harder without him. 'Be at peace' I said.
//And grant me peace also.//
But peace will not come to me, neither in sleep nor in waking and I fear that it will now never come, never again. 'Be at peace' I said but for me there is no peace. For I believe it was then that my heart broke.
I dream of him. I dream of him in the few hours of restless sleep and I dream of him, eyes wide open, with every step I take and any minute of our deperate chase his face is there before me. And the world around me seems to fade to black and the winds seem to fall silent at the sound of his whispering voice in my head. Oh I wish to remember him as he once was when I first knew him, before the shadow fell across his heart and before temptation slowly began to eat away at his pride. I want to remember his eyes undimmed by doubt, still shining with hope and I want to remember his smile that made my heart miss a beat, then, long, too long ago.
But all I see is the shadow in his eyes, and all I see is a pride broken, stained with dark blood. And his eyes now never smile and his voice is faint and distant. I dream of him and of what could have been but my dreams now hold no comfort, now that he is gone. And it hurts so much, to know that he is never coming back, that I will never hear his voice again and that there will be no answer to my call.
I dream of him and time after time I wake with his name on my lips, a broken whisper for only the empty darkness to hear. And in the dark I cry, in the shadows I mourn, in secret for they must not see my tears. I am their hope and they must never know that from within their hope is falling apart. They must not know that it is naught but an illusion. And only now I know how much I needed him, need him still. Only now I realize that he was my strength.
I dream of him and I still hear his words. 'I have failed you all.' Oh Boromir, don't you know that it was me who failed? Who failed to save a friend and failed to save a hope? Don't you know that this one question tortures me day after day? Could I have saved you then? Could I have done anything, anything to turn back the tide?
And I remember how we were and I remember how we fought, side by side, and how I fought for you. But it was not enough, Boromir, never enough. Had I been stronger, maybe I could have saved you. Had loved you more, maybe I could have kept the darkness at bay. But it was not enough, never enough. And still the guilt I feel stabs me like a thousand daggers. And I bleed for all the words I did not dare to say and I starve for all the times we lied. Did you not know, Boromir?
I dream of him, day after day, night after night and his face is ever on my mind. I wish to remember him as he was when I first knew him but for all the blood and all the death I cannot see his smile. And my life must now forever be a morning without sunrise and a winter without spring. 'Be at peace' I said and the tears cloud my vision and I cannot see beyond their veil.
'Be at peace.' Time and time again I stumble but I know I must not fall. I am their hope and they must never know that their hope is a lie, that their hope is dark and empty for it has died with the last breath of a valiant soldier on the slopes of Amon Hen.
'Be at peace' I said and in his broken eyes there was naught but pain. I think it was then that my hope died. 'Be at peace' I said and there was nothing left. And only then I knew that peace was but an illusion.
as well as this disturbed one...
Title: Drowning
Author: Iana (
Fandom: LOTR FPS
Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Rating: PG-13
Summary: 'Dark have been my dreams of late...'
Warning: disturbed, nightmarish ficlet coming from a disturbed mind
Disclaimer: nope, not mine... I just like torturing them sometimes...
Feedback: need it... desperately
Archive:
A/N: Originally written for the contrelamontre soundtrack challenge, music used: several slow menacing pieces from the 'Elizabeth' soundtrack that have always made me think of dark dreams, written in 25 minutes but revised afterwards and I'm still not quite happy with it... *sigh*
Drowning
Do you see the sun rising, there above the plains of Gondor? Do you see Boromir? Do you see the White Tower glowing like a golden flame? Your City. Our city, Boromir. Ours. Don't you see? Don't you see Boromir? The day is dawning... Boromir... Boromir? Don't you see?
Darkness, lightless darkness.
Where are you, Boromir? Don't you see the blood? Too much blood shed this night. Too much. And the drums. Ever beating, like your heart. When will they be silent? Boromir, where is my silence? Where is my peace?
Darkness, only darkness.
Touch me, Boromir, touch me and show me I am still alive. I am so cold, so cold. Just hold me and make me forget the night. And the dark blood ever flowing. Don't go, don't you ever leave me. I cannot bear to lose you.
But the drums, the drums always beating. I am afraid of the night, Boromir, afraid of its whispering voice that is calling you. Luring you away from me, away from my arms. Calling you where I cannot follow. Do not leave me. Just keep me close and make me forget. You must promise, Boromir. Promise that you will not leave me, never. Promise.
It's so dark now, I can hardly see your face. Won't you come to me, Boromir? My beautiful Boromir. Don't you hear the voices calling? And the drums beating, always beating. Like your heart. Won't you come to me? Just a little closer to the fire, just a little closer to take away the fear. Promise that you will be here. I need you so much.
Why are you so cold? Look at me. Tell me what you are thinking. Tell me. Please, Boromir. I need to know, I need to know that it's still you in my arms. Tell me.
Darkness, lightless darkness.
And I count the drums like your heartbeat. Don't let them take you away from me, don't you ever let them take you away from me.
The night is so dark. I cannot see your face. Please, let me see your face, I need to know it's still you and not a stranger in my arms.
Do you hear them calling, the voices of the night? Don't listen, don't listen to them, Boromir. It's nothing but lies and deceit, their promise. Don't you listen to them.
So much death.
Please hold me... tell me I'm alive...
And the blood always flowing, like a black river.
Boromir... Boromir... I'm drowning...
Darkness, lightless darkness.
Don't you see the dawn?
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Date: 2003-04-29 02:41 pm (UTC)Bloody. Hell. //shiver
//turns on all lights, makes a cup of hot cocoa
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Date: 2003-04-29 03:18 pm (UTC)Dark indeed! Poor Aragorn, he seems so desperate for hope in Drowning. And in Peace he seems so heartbroken,
*hugs Aragorn*
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Date: 2003-04-29 03:29 pm (UTC)And you broke my heart. But in a good way.
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Date: 2003-04-29 04:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-30 09:32 am (UTC)and the winds seem to fall silent at the sound of his whispering voice in my head.
*sigh* *sniff*
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Date: 2003-05-03 04:58 am (UTC)