"Uncle Bor'mir, what are all those lumpy bits on you?"
Boromir smiled. Eldarion, at five, was all curiosity. "Those are scars, little one."
"Do they hurt?" Small, warm hands traced the remnants of Orc arrows.
"Not any longer."
"Would you have died?"
"I would, if it hadn't been for your father."
"Father? He made you better?"
"The hands of the King, Eldarion, are the hands of a healer," came the King's voice from the doorway. "Now off with you, scamp, your mother wants you."
Summary: Small hands or large, the hands of the King can heal.
Rated: G
Categories: LOTR FPS Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 84 Read: 714
Published: 08 Aug 2009 Updated: 08 Aug 2009