Aragorn felt terrible. His head, when he made the rash decision to move it, throbbed in time with his pulse, and his mouth tasted as if he'd swallowed a small woodland animal whole.
He really should know better than to drink elven mead--the next morning he always thought an Orc might be a good way to end his suffering.
The groan from the other side of the bed made him smile. He glanced over and met Boromir's wry grin and wince. At least he wouldn't suffer alone--and who knew, this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship!
Summary: "They drank mead, yellow, sweet, ensnaring..."
Rated: G
Categories: LOTR FPS Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 98 Read: 554
Published: 09 Aug 2009 Updated: 09 Aug 2009