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rugbytackleTitle: As I Lay Dying
Author: Tarnished Halo
Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Rating: G
Warnings: Ammended: Sad fic
Disclaimer: Tolkien owns the bookverse, Peter Jackson owns the movieverse. Sadly, I only own what came from my imagination.
Summary: Does your life really flash before your eyes when you die? Or is it something else…
Archive: Rugbytackle
Notes: First post to this community. Not entirely slashy, but different. Title taken from the name of a band.
Feedback: Yes, please!
As I Lay Dying
How did it get me? Get to me? It crept in under my defenses and twisted my dreams.
It took me from him. Most of all, I will never forgive it taking me from him before I could know, before I could find out…
I first saw him in Rivendell. In the hall that keeps Narsil, shards of legend. Handsome he was, dark, unkempt, wild; eyes a piercing blue, hair a long dark tangle. Even in repose, I could sense the danger in him. Those long-muscled limbs tense, ready to spring into action at a moments notice. Such intense attraction, it took me completely by surprise.
Finding that he was Isildur’s heir crushed the breath from me, but did not stop my attraction. When the Fellowship formed, I volunteered. Gondor would not stand idle on this monumental quest. And I, well, I could also keep an eye on the intriguing ranger.
Witnessing his strength in Moria, receiving his kindness and sincerity in Lothlorien, only made it more difficult for me. This incredible and multi-faceted man stole my heart.
I don’t know when the ring encroached, somewhere on the river, the boat drawing us closer to Mount Doom. It insinuated itself, used my greatest desires to try to bend me to its will. On the hillside, in the trees it almost succeeded, but the ringbearer escaped. It was a hard lesson to learn, and worth it. Gondor would never have gone to glory if I had taken the ring, realizing that, I was free.
Then the attack came, and I fought; with everything in me I fought, but those hellish creatures made off with the little ones. I had three arrows in me for my failure and I would die alone. I collapsed to the ground to await my fate, closing my eyes against sunlight that suddenly seemed bitter.
When next I opened them, the ranger was leaning over me. I asked after the ringbearer and told him of my failure. He looked at me then, and told me I had redeemed myself in mind and in battle. Looking into the blue of his eyes, how I imagine the sea kissed by the sun would look, I felt the truth of his words. The sun felt brilliant again at the realization.
I looked at him once more, feeling strength and warmth leaving me. I wanted my sword, warriors die sword in hand. But I could not reach it. I could not grasp it, so he put it in my numb hands for the final time.
“My brother”
I had almost said lover. The depth of my emotions so long unspoken, I yearned to have time to give them voice.
“My captain”
Witnessing his actions, great and small, on this journey, left me with little doubt of the epic deeds he would accomplish, he was a warrior and a leader of men.
“My King”
Knowing his strength of character, his nobility, honesty, honor and desire to see good triumph, I knew he was the true king. He would be a wise and just ruler, even if he had yet to acknowledge it.
I could feel the coming end. As I lay dying, I wanted to tell him of my love more than anything; but I could no longer speak. I let it all rise, from my heart to my eyes in that last moment. I looked directly into his eyes; those incredible blue depths, willing, nay, commanding him to see my love. If I would never know of its return, at least he would know of its existence. I could hold on no longer. My soul let go its dying prison.
~ fin ~
Author: Tarnished Halo
Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Rating: G
Warnings: Ammended: Sad fic
Disclaimer: Tolkien owns the bookverse, Peter Jackson owns the movieverse. Sadly, I only own what came from my imagination.
Summary: Does your life really flash before your eyes when you die? Or is it something else…
Archive: Rugbytackle
Notes: First post to this community. Not entirely slashy, but different. Title taken from the name of a band.
Feedback: Yes, please!
As I Lay Dying
How did it get me? Get to me? It crept in under my defenses and twisted my dreams.
It took me from him. Most of all, I will never forgive it taking me from him before I could know, before I could find out…
I first saw him in Rivendell. In the hall that keeps Narsil, shards of legend. Handsome he was, dark, unkempt, wild; eyes a piercing blue, hair a long dark tangle. Even in repose, I could sense the danger in him. Those long-muscled limbs tense, ready to spring into action at a moments notice. Such intense attraction, it took me completely by surprise.
Finding that he was Isildur’s heir crushed the breath from me, but did not stop my attraction. When the Fellowship formed, I volunteered. Gondor would not stand idle on this monumental quest. And I, well, I could also keep an eye on the intriguing ranger.
Witnessing his strength in Moria, receiving his kindness and sincerity in Lothlorien, only made it more difficult for me. This incredible and multi-faceted man stole my heart.
I don’t know when the ring encroached, somewhere on the river, the boat drawing us closer to Mount Doom. It insinuated itself, used my greatest desires to try to bend me to its will. On the hillside, in the trees it almost succeeded, but the ringbearer escaped. It was a hard lesson to learn, and worth it. Gondor would never have gone to glory if I had taken the ring, realizing that, I was free.
Then the attack came, and I fought; with everything in me I fought, but those hellish creatures made off with the little ones. I had three arrows in me for my failure and I would die alone. I collapsed to the ground to await my fate, closing my eyes against sunlight that suddenly seemed bitter.
When next I opened them, the ranger was leaning over me. I asked after the ringbearer and told him of my failure. He looked at me then, and told me I had redeemed myself in mind and in battle. Looking into the blue of his eyes, how I imagine the sea kissed by the sun would look, I felt the truth of his words. The sun felt brilliant again at the realization.
I looked at him once more, feeling strength and warmth leaving me. I wanted my sword, warriors die sword in hand. But I could not reach it. I could not grasp it, so he put it in my numb hands for the final time.
“My brother”
I had almost said lover. The depth of my emotions so long unspoken, I yearned to have time to give them voice.
“My captain”
Witnessing his actions, great and small, on this journey, left me with little doubt of the epic deeds he would accomplish, he was a warrior and a leader of men.
“My King”
Knowing his strength of character, his nobility, honesty, honor and desire to see good triumph, I knew he was the true king. He would be a wise and just ruler, even if he had yet to acknowledge it.
I could feel the coming end. As I lay dying, I wanted to tell him of my love more than anything; but I could no longer speak. I let it all rise, from my heart to my eyes in that last moment. I looked directly into his eyes; those incredible blue depths, willing, nay, commanding him to see my love. If I would never know of its return, at least he would know of its existence. I could hold on no longer. My soul let go its dying prison.
~ fin ~
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Date: 2005-09-10 08:43 am (UTC)The story was very touchable, I realize that I miss them much, it sorry that nobody write really long story like Captain and the King ( wonderful story but not slash).
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