Yet dearly I love you and would be loved fain,
But am betrothed unto your enemy:
Divorce me, untie or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
--from "Batter My Heart" by John Donne
Prologue
The pain in his shoulder drives him to his knees. (Can't stop, get up, get up.) Struggle to his feet, look for the Hobbits. Still behind him. (Where is that Orc archer?) More Orcs. (It's daylight, how are they so strong?) Blow the horn again. (Where is the archer?) Another arrow. (Missed me, you filth!) Grit his teeth, swing the sword. (No, give them back!) More Orcs, keep swinging. (Where is the archer?) Fight through the Orcs, try to reach the little ones. (Too many, too many.) Jolt to his side. Something lost. (Wait, the horn. Give it back!) The archer raises the bow again, arrow nocked, cruel smile. A dark shape, falling out of the sky. (aragorn.) Keep swinging the sword. (The pain, arm is tiring.) Archer dead, the rest flee. Sinks to his knees, blood spurting down his left side, daylight dimming.
Summary: If Aragorn had arrived before it was too late.
Rated: NC-17
Categories: LOTR FPS Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 199 Read: 1066
Published: 15 Aug 2009 Updated: 15 Aug 2009