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I heard your first cry, and I knew that you were mine.
She was lonely, he was away or closeted with counselors, he spared no time. The constant fog and shroud of Mordor ground upon her spirit, she yearned for heat and freedom, and we were both too far from home.
*breath to breath*
Six days past Lothlorien you and I fought, I broke your heart, called Minas Tirith *your* city instead of ours, as though it were an insult, as though I had raised my hand and struck you at your softest moment, and I heard the ring rejoice, for I had sent you reeling toward its dark embrace.
*skin to skin*
You've not spoken to me for two days, but now we're nine days out and I can feel the darkness grasping at you, and I tell myself that's the only reason why I am forcing your attention. Any sin to keep you from that chasm's edge I will commit, and even Gandalf can't condemn me now.
*bodies yield to need, hips*
It can not have you.
*slick beneath me, you*
It will not have you.
*reaching for me, and I*
The ring will not have you.
*hear your cry and I know*
You are mine.
Summary: Thorongil's past comes back to haunt Aragorn.
Rated: R
Categories: LOTR FPS Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 208 Read: 779
Published: 31 Jul 2009 Updated: 31 Jul 2009