Imladris
"You cannot kiss me here," Boromir hisses, but Aragorn will not listen. Thus he
finds himself pressed to the mural, arms pinned against the image of Isildur's
triumph, even as the Ranger claims his lips. Twisting, Boromir struggles,
terrified of damaging the ancient painting far more than he fears being caught.
Yet his dread merges with his excitement as the image of the ancient king is
overlaid by that of his heir, and Boromir yields, though submission is not
demanded of him...for the moment his lips part and tongue seeks Aragorn's, the
Ranger cries out and shudders against him.
"You must not love me here!" Boromir exclaims, but Arwen's laughter is full of
music and Aragorn smiles down at him with such simple delight that any further
protests fade, unspoken. The beautiful elf moves astride him, a command in her
eyes -- it is, after all, her bed -- and Boromir lies still as her fingers
loosen his clothing, but his eyes are filled with Aragorn, who sheds his own
vest and lies at his side, turning Boromir's face to him. Sliding silently away,
Arwen watches her betrothed kiss his mortal lover. Swelling with gratitude,
Boromir reaches out for her hand.
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ou need not bring me here," Boromir insists, but Aragorn holds a finger to his
lips as he moves through the cool, damp grass toward Gilraen's memorial. Boromir
feels an unaccountable sense of foreboding at the grief in the other man's eyes,
yet he knows he cannot turn away, now the Ranger has requested his company on
this solemn visit. They both lost their mothers when they were young; Boromir
supposes that among the Elves, Aragorn never met anyone who could truly
understand such grief. He sinks to his knees beside Aragorn and presses his lips
to the bowed forehead.
