Title & Chapter Number: Everholt 14-15/?
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Dalo's Archive
Fandom: Middle Earth
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters not mine. I'm just a guy who loves guys loving guys, filling in some gaps, with all due respect to Tolkien.
Warnings: Slash (duh), Angst. Homosexual relationships and acts. Nothing kinky, but definitely down and dirty at times (we're talkin' NC-17, folks). You gotta problem wit dat? Here's a tip: DON'T READ IT!!!
Betas: Elfscribe (Luv ya!)
Cast: Boromir/Théodred
Timeline: Third Age
Spoilers: None
Summary: Radagast takes it upon himself to heal Boromir's broken heart by encouraging the Gondorian to take a trip down memory lane.
Notes: This fic is part of the same story arc which began with "The Hand of the King," my first fic, and will continue with "The Heart of the King."
Chapter 14 – Everholt, July, 3007, TA
I entered the clearing to find it empty. I was the first to arrive.
The heat which had endured for a dozen long steamy days had suddenly broken, swept away by a strong wind that tore the moisture from the air as it passed. At the base of the mountains, the Firien-Woods were cool and dry.
A stray squall raced down the slopes, whipping the leaves into a frenzy as it rushed over them.
The sun was setting, and night was descending on Everholt.
A distant howl rose in the deepening dark as I gathered wood to light the hearth. I felt eyes upon me. The hair on the back of my neck bristled and the cool wind raised spook bumps on my skin. That's what Faramir had called them when he had been a boy, reading ghost stories in bed.
I shook my head in disdain at my foolhardy paranoia and turned to find my sword where I had left it. Confirming its security, I checked the knife strapped to my ankle and found it similarly in place. Reassured, I returned to the task of building a fire before the dark enveloped me entirely.
I had gathered enough kindling to start and was struggling against the fiendish wind in a vain attempt to spark the flame when the creature howled again.
Closer. But not too close.
I continued to fumble with the kindling but the cursed wind defeated me at every turn.
The creature made itself known once more. But this was no howl.
This was the menacing growl of a predator. Ruthless and ferocious.
And it was very close.
I stood very still in the gloom, attempting to hear any further sounds that might give me a better idea of what was stalking me from the trees.
My heart was pounding as I slowly drew my knife with my left hand while my right reached for my sword.
Before I could reach it, I was struck full body from behind and thrown to the ground. My wrist was seized in a grip of iron and the knife flew from my hand as my body hit the earth.
The creature was man-sized and fairly heavy, his weight pinning me to the ground. My lungs gasped for the breath which had been so brutally driven from them.
The creature panted against my neck. A low groan rumbled from his chest and into my back.
And then the creature spoke.
"Hello, Gondor."
"Théodred?" I gasped.
You rolled off my back and jumped to your feet.
"None other," you answered with infuriating cheer.
Struggling to regain my breath, I rolled onto my back and looked up at you. I wanted to kiss you and kill you at the same time.
You reached down to offer me your hand and helped me to my feet.
"I suppose this is your idea of a joke," I admonished, shoving him away and brushing the twigs and leaves from my clothes.
"Did I scare you, Gondor?"
"No."
"Come now," you said, poking my shoulder. "Surely you must have felt some measure of alarm."
"Stop it," I said, poking you back. "At no time was I alarmed. I knew it was you all along."
"Indeed?"
"Of course. Your growl resembled no creature I've ever encountered," I said and returned my attention to the pile of fire kindling.
"You were frightened," you said. Though I had my back to you, I could hear the smile in your voice.
"I was not frightened," I said. "Now do you think you might assist me with this fire? I have been struggling against this wind for —."
"I know," you said. "I've been watching."
"Well, help me then."
You walked to me and blocked the wind with your body. "You were frightened," you quietly insisted.
"I was not."
"Yes, you were."
We both fell silent as the fire took hold, watching the flames dance between us.
I looked up at you at the same moment you looked up at me. Our eyes met, and we both smiled.
"You look well, Gondor," you said.
"And you as well, Rohan."
I was having difficulty thinking, as the sight of your handsome face threw me into delirious confusion. Although I had not forgotten how you looked, seeing you in front of me instead of in my memory was intoxicating. The dancing firelight reminded me of our first night together and I felt a familiar jolt in my crotch.
A gust of wind threatened to scatter the fledgling campfire, bringing us both out of our conjoined reverie.
"Perhaps we should fortify the fire," I suggested.
"Excellent idea. You gather south, I'll gather north."
"Very well," I said. I turned to move away but was stopped by your hand on my arm. I turned back to you only to have you pull me into a hearty embrace.
"I can't tell you how happy I am to see you, Gondor," you said softly into my ear. I responded by tightening my arms around you. Your demeanor this year suggested a stronger recollection than before. You kissed me on the cheek and released me. "Now let us build a proper fire," you said turning away.
Still beaming from your kiss, I turned to the south and began to gather firewood. I was not far from the clearing's edge when I noticed an unusual blue glow ahead of me. I moved as quietly as I could in its direction, captivated by its luminous unearthly light.
I discovered the source of the light to be an imposing figure sitting on a large boulder, sharpening his blade by the light of the full moon. As I drew closer, I shuddered to find that I could see straight through the man to the trees beyond.
His countenance was fierce and determined, his face lined with scars of battle and time. He bore himself regally, and I somehow knew he was, or had been, a king. I had little time to realize that I was gazing upon a ghost before the ground began to quake beneath my feet. The ghost king rose to his feet, pocketing his whetstone and brandishing his gleaming sword in the direction of the growing rumble. I turned my head to the right, following his gaze to see an enormous beast bearing down on me. It glowed with the same otherworldly light as the king.
"Théodred!" I called, barely having enough time to shout your name before the beast was upon me, eyes flashing, maw snarling, tusks gleaming.
And then it passed right through me.
I spun on my heels to watch the beast as it continued its course. The ghost king immediately pursued the ghost beast away from me, leaving me trembling where I stood.
"Gondor!" you called as you approached my location, sword drawn. "What's wrong?"
I turned to face you, and your expression of alarm deepened.
"Boromir, tell me. What happened?"
I struggled to find the words to explain the eerie experience. "Ghosts. King. Beast."
"Ghosts? Gondor, what are you talking about?"
"I saw a man with a sword, Théodred. But he wasn't a man. I could see through him."
"Boromir, you're trembling. Here, come sit down." You led me to the king's boulder as I continued to explain what I had seen as you stood before me.
"Then a beast approached. That's when I called you," I said. "But it went right through me and continued on its way, the king following."
"And you could see through these creatures?" you asked.
"Yes, and they did not seem to be aware of my presence. What is the meaning of this, Rohan?" I asked desperately.
"I had heard stories of these ghosts," you replied, "but never knew whether or not they were true."
"I will bear witness, they truly exist," I said. My heartbeat was returning to normal, and I took a deep breath to calm myself.
"Poor Gondor. They gave you quite a fright, did they?" you teased.
"Be still, Rohan. You are not immune."
"Whatever do you mean?"
"I saw your face when you came upon me. You were frightened," I accused with a smile.
"I was concerned, not frightened," you replied.
"I understand," I patronized.
"You screamed for me like a girl, you know."
I rose to my feet and faced you. "If you feel the need to make excuses, Rohan, don't let me stop you."
Our eyes locked as we silently shared the memory of our first night together. I could see that you indeed remembered what we had shared. I could smell your breath and feel the warmth of your body as the tension built.
I watched as your will crumbled. You groaned and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me into a passionate kiss.
My heart exploded in bliss. Your passion for me was so evident that I knew I would never doubt it again.
~*~*~*~
Chapter 15 – Lothlórien, January, 3019, TA
Boromir sighed and paused in his narrative.
"That moment was a real turning point in our relationship," he said. I thought I understood what he meant.
"Is that because I had not been drinking when I kissed you?" I asked.
"Precisely," he said. "But at the time, I simply enjoyed the sensation of your lips on mine."
"And the ghosts?" I asked.
"Ah, the ghosts," he sighed. "Perhaps you should not hear the end of that tale," he said teasingly, but with a touch of reluctance.
"And why shouldn't I?" I asked testily.
"Well, it doesn't end well for either of us, to begin with."
"And that is supposed to appease my curiosity? In truth, it increases my desire to hear its telling."
Boromir suddenly became very serious.
"Even if it contains prophecies of doom?" he asked. . . .
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