Hope you enjoy it. Takes place when Boramier dies, the night before Boramier dies, the night after Boramier dies, and Aragorn's wedding day.
~Kitty~
The Lost Love
Aragorn looked up horrified, could the really be happening?! He thought to himself when Borameire fell into the cold icy depths of the river, dead.
"Well, it looks like we are finally alone." Boramier had said the night before. "Yes, we are… So shall we?" Aragorn had responded trickling his fingers up and down Boramier chest. "Yes, I believe we shall." His lover had responded pulling themselves together for another kiss before finally falling back to let Aragorn do his work. They both let out the pleasurable and occasional moan, but they had gotten used to those now. It was a long time before they let each other go, but even in their sleep, they held on. Without a care in the world. Happy as they could be. Not knowing that tomorrow one of them would be lost forever.
Aragorn cried himself to sleep that night. He was so cold, and he was alone, would he ever find love again? Someone that he would love as much as Boramier, maybe even more.
What a happy day! This wedding was the best in the land. But as Aragorn was saying the "I do's" wished that it was Boramier beside him, not Arowen.