Title: A gentle Touch
Summary: Boromir is not as rough as he seems.
Prompt: "Twisted"
Word count: 181
"Ouch!" Eowyn yelped as her foot was elevated from the ground onto his knee. Boromir regarded the swollen ankle with open dismay. He raised his disapproving gaze to meet her meek one. "I've barely even touched it," He chided. Calloused fingers pulled at the shoe her foot had become incased in, Eowyn hissed softly in response to the spike of pain that ran up her leg, Boromir shushed her gently.
With surprising ease of a gentle hand, he removed the shoe from her foot. Almost immediately the pressure centered on her twisted ankle lessened to an extent, Eowyn studied the hands that rested on either side of her ankle with awe. Their eyes met, Boromir gave the young woman a small smile to which she responded to with the sudden flush of her cheeks. "Thank you," She said.
He chuckled. "Maybe next time, you'll remember not overexert yourself."
Eowyn snorted, she would hardly call attempting to flip without the use of her hands 'overexerting' herself. "Next time, I'll remember to jump with the right and not the left foot."