Title: Feminine Wiles

Summary: An oblivious Boromir is educated on the power of a woman.

Prompt: "Bend"

Word count: 291


For all of Eowyn's open show of disagreement over the lack of freedom of her station and very gender, Boromir knew she was not unaware of its advantages, however strange they were to him. Upon reaching the age of 18, there was little Eowyn could or could not do to bend a man to her will or trickery, yet she did not exploit this uncanny gift as some woman did.

She didn't have to really.

From the men who attempted to woo her to her brother and cousin, they all seemed to fall under the spell of her beauty and the vulnerability of her solemn and snow white face without trying to resist it. Boromir never saw how it was possible for a woman to have such a power over a man, until on the morning of his departure from Rohan to Rivendell, she kissed him.

It was sudden and without warning, the sensation of her lips on his sent a shock down his spine strong enough to make his knees go weak. Her fingers curled around his neck, capturing his hair in the process. He wanted to push her away, knowing Eomer would not approve of this in the least, yet he found himself obliging to her feverish affection until she pulled away. Breathless and dumbstruck, he could not find it in him to be angry or glad. He was blank. With a bow and the ghost of a smile playing on her lips, she fled his bedroom as Eomer entered, oblivious to what had occurred between them.

Boromir left Edoras in a daze. He spent the entire journey to Rivendell unable to think of anything except Eowyn's lips on his and how it made his heart flutter like an overexcited bird.