Late for the "Mead" Challege: A Drabble for February 26
Title: Treasured
Author: just_ann_now
Character: Boromir, Boromir/Theodred implied.
Rating: PG
Warning: Angst Melancholy
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed.
A drabble for February 26. Slightly late for the "mead" challenge.
Treasured
As the sweetness bubbles upon his tongue, Boromir leans back against the headboard, remembering.
Midwinter. They lay entwined, breathing deeply of each's other's scent, licking scattered droplets of golden mead from each other's skin. The crackling of the fire, and their low, contented laughter the only sounds. Moments of rare, perfect happiness, for both of them. The last time they had been together.
Tonight an icy wind howls from Mindolluin, and sleet pelts against the walls of his city. He keeps a bottle of mead handy for just such nights. A taste of golden memory, for comfort, and for hope.
Author: just_ann_now
Character: Boromir, Boromir/Theodred implied.
Rating: PG
Warning: Angst Melancholy
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed.
A drabble for February 26. Slightly late for the "mead" challenge.
Treasured
As the sweetness bubbles upon his tongue, Boromir leans back against the headboard, remembering.
Midwinter. They lay entwined, breathing deeply of each's other's scent, licking scattered droplets of golden mead from each other's skin. The crackling of the fire, and their low, contented laughter the only sounds. Moments of rare, perfect happiness, for both of them. The last time they had been together.
Tonight an icy wind howls from Mindolluin, and sleet pelts against the walls of his city. He keeps a bottle of mead handy for just such nights. A taste of golden memory, for comfort, and for hope.