The corner of the map slid sideways and sliced into Boromir's index finger, deep enough to bleed. One drop of blood fell onto the map, mingling with the dusty imprint Aragorn had left.
The paper sucked up the moisture, leaving a dark red spot in the dusty trail. Boromir stared at it, wondering, through the fog of exhaustion and sleeplessness, if this was an omen somehow.
A warm, broad hand encircled his. As Aragorn brought Boromir's hand to his lips, gently kissing the wound, Boromir thought, Blood and dust will bind us, and may blood and dust never part us.
Summary: Paper binds them closer than before.
Rated: G
Categories: LOTR FPS Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 100 Read: 596
Published: 07 Aug 2009 Updated: 07 Aug 2009