FIC: Drabble

[zasjah.livejournal.com]

The second one of two drabbles in what in my mind is suspiciously starting to look like a series of first times for Boromir.
The gorgeous warrior of Gondor insisted for some reason that it be called House of Cards; the lovely cruisedirector wilingly betaed them, so I now hand to you:



The first time Boromir lay with Aragorn, they were weeks away from the
House of Elrond and ice cold autumn rain drenched the thick woolen
cloak that he had spread for them to lie beneath, leaving them as
soaking wet as the fallen leaves of golden Hollin that formed their
makeshift bed.

Afterwards he was shivering with cold from the freezing rain and he
had to close his eyes because the sweat and salt from Aragorn's spent body
had dripped into his eyes and made them water.

At least, that's what Boromir kept telling himself for a very long time.


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Not mine, Tolkien's

Comments

[rotpunkt.livejournal.com]

It´s more than a drabble, it has the beauty and the feeling for rhythm of a poem! - I hope Aragorn will give him warmth and comfort, though...

[zasjah.livejournal.com]

It´s more than a drabble, it has the beauty and the feeling for rhythm of a poem! - I hope Aragorn will give him warmth and comfort, though...

Oh, thank you! That is such high praise! *blushes*

And Aragorn /will/ give him warmth and comfort, for whatever short time is given them...

[seleneheart]

Beautiful and lyrical, and the stubborn warrior of Gondor denies his heart still. Can't wait for the rest.