This fic is rated: PG-13
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Characters: Boromir, Arwen, Aragorn
Summary: the end
Warnings: three people in a bed, two of whom happen to be male
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please!
Cross-Posted
were_lemur My FanFic MasterlistDisclaimer: Tolkien’s. Just borrowing. Please don’t sue!
By the time Boromir was well enough to travel, the war was over. They entered Minas Tirith to the sound of cheers. Boromir stood behind his Lord and Lady at their coronation, and stood guard at their door on their wedding night.
The next night, though, they brought him to bed with them.
As he drifted off to sleep -- Aragorn in his arms, Arwen curled warm against his back -- he asked "How did you -- "
"I dreamt that Aragorn lost the other half of his soul," Arwen said. "I could not allow that to come to pass."