Author's Notes: The following is a fourteen chapter story I posted as an NC-17 and I shall post now with an R rating as I have removed all of the sexual content. Just for the sake of being the annoying bloke I am, I will post one chapter a day for the next fourteen days so that those of you who havent read this story will be quite ready to kill me, long before you finish reading...heh heh! You will soon come to find that I love a good cliff hanger. I enjoyed writing this story very much and didn't want to end it where I did, however...well...just read and you'll know why. It recieved great reviews as an NC-17, so we shall see how it does without all of the sexual detail. For those of you who would like to read the original, you can find it posted on my site. The link for my site is on my profile. Be a sweetie and stop by and enjoy some of my fics!




Disclaimer:
I do not own these characters, but I do play several of them in RPGs.


Boromir's Journal
~Chapter One~



***He was here again last eve. So soon it is that I now long to be
near him once more.
I don't know how much longer we can conceal our love, depending
on
the dark of night to shield us from our sins.
We spoke briefly of my fear and he begged of me to hold true to him
and how could I resist when he is the reason for my happiness, the
reason for my beating heart, the reason for my life.
I cannot bear a day to pass that I shall see him no more. To not
feel his touch, the touch of a King...and I would surely have him as
my King, to not feel his wet lips upon mine, to not hold him close to
me would surely be the death of me, though I would face a lifetime in
hell to know that on the day of my demise I would be allowed to touch
his face.
I cannot fathom the fate that would befall us if we are
discovered...humiliation...exile...even death would surely await.
And though he swears he will defend our love from all, I could never
bear to let him bear this burden alone.
I only long for the day we can be alone...truly alone. I dream of
his warmth upon my aching flesh, allowing him to touch my soul with
the presence of his being, needing him to hold me down and take me,
to make him forever mine.
Darkness has fallen. Soon his footfalls will grace my walk and he
shall once again be in my arms.***

Until Tomorrow,
Boromir