Aragorn sighed as the frayed lacing on his tunic finally broke. His spares were buried in the bottom of his pack, inaccessible.
Sweat ran down his neck and chest, though the now-open shirt did give him some relief. He thought perhaps they could stop for a moment and he could look for a new lace.
Then he caught sight of Boromir, staring fixedly at him. No--not at him, but at the bead of sweat rolling down his throat to his chest. Maybe he could live with a flapping tunic neck until dark--and after dark, it wouldn't matter.
Summary: A broken lace cools him off--and warms another.
Rated: G
Categories: LOTR FPS Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 97 Read: 625
Published: 08 Aug 2009 Updated: 08 Aug 2009