"My king." Words that sounded so different, depending on the speaker. From his advisors, they were words of aggravation, words that meant hours in tedious meetings accomplishing nothing. From his people, they were almost tangible, as if "king" was all he was, never seeing the man behind the word.
From Arwen, it was a tease, and yet a reminder of what he was... and what he had, all unwillingly, given up.
There had only been one who had spoken those words in full knowledge of what it meant, and he would not hear that voice again, except in his dreams.
Summary: Every mouth shaped the words differently-except the one that mattered most.
Rated: G
Categories: LOTR FPS Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 100 Read: 634
Published: 08 Aug 2009 Updated: 08 Aug 2009