A Touch of Life
I wrote this for Lust Week over at tolkien_weekly and x-posted it over at dyinginhisname, so I thought I'd complete the spammage by copying it into my own journal. I appologize to anybody who gets this 3 times. *blush*
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn/Arwen/miraculouslynotdead!Boromir
Rating: R, to be safe
Book/Source: Post-RotK, movie-verse-ish, A/U
Disclaimer: Not mine! The Professor’s! I’m just borrowing them for a hundred words.
I have never had much desire for Elves; they seemed more like statues than women, flawless beauty without warmth. But now, her waist thickening as the child who will one day rule Gondor grows within her, I find my eyes following Arwen.
This does not escape Aragorn; little does. The powers of observation that served us so well in the wilds are now my bane. And one day, when he catches me alone, he presses me to the wall and whispers in my ear: “Perhaps when next we take you to our bed, you might show a bit more initiative?”
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn/Arwen/miraculouslynotdead!Boromir
Rating: R, to be safe
Book/Source: Post-RotK, movie-verse-ish, A/U
Disclaimer: Not mine! The Professor’s! I’m just borrowing them for a hundred words.
I have never had much desire for Elves; they seemed more like statues than women, flawless beauty without warmth. But now, her waist thickening as the child who will one day rule Gondor grows within her, I find my eyes following Arwen.
This does not escape Aragorn; little does. The powers of observation that served us so well in the wilds are now my bane. And one day, when he catches me alone, he presses me to the wall and whispers in my ear: “Perhaps when next we take you to our bed, you might show a bit more initiative?”