This fic is rated: PGish
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Characters: Boromir, Aragorn, Arwen
Summary: What happens next.
Warnings: violence
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please!
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were_lemur My FanFic MasterlistDisclaimer: Tolkien’s. Just borrowing. Please don’t sue!
Aragorn raced through the forest to find Boromir barely on his feet, and Arwen fighting like a woman possessed. Hadhafang lived up to its name that day, cleaving though the Uruk-hai as if they were wheat before the scythe.
But their hard-fought victory could all be for nothing. He barely managed to catch Boromir as he collapsed.
"Hold him still," Aragorn said, taking a grip on the shaft of the arrow. Arwen nodded, and shifted her grip, locking her arms around Boromir's waist.
"Boromir, are you ready?"
"As I'll ever be." He forced the words through clenched teeth.
Aragorn pulled.
Also, I'm challenging myself to "the Thirteen Nights of Halloween." Mostly to encourage myself to produce. Seeing if I can write a story a day on a Halloween-related theme.