Title: My kingdom for a Horse
Summary: Boromir and the unpleasantness of riding horseback.
Prompt: 52 "Caravan"
Word count: 233
After untold hours of riding, Boromir's thighs were killing him. He doubted walking would do any good to remedy this affliction but his back, let alone sanity, could not bear straddling a horse any longer. Hoisting himself from the saddle he landed on the ground with a groan. A shadow appeared, blocking the sun from his eyes. He looked up and found a grinning Aragorn riding alongside him. "Sore?" He inquired innocently. Boromir glowered at the ranger. "Among other things," He answered shortly. Aragorn chuckled at his friend's open irritation toward his amusement. "We've a ways to go yet. The horse may yet prove to be your greatest friend in the matter of comfort," He cautioned.
"Yes, I am aware of this Aragorn," He replied a bit too testily. "I simply cannot abide by horseback at the present."
"Very well," Aragorn sighed, not at all put off by Boromir's mood. The afternoon sun set the trail ablaze with heat. The caravan of men, women and children were most likely in fowler moods than Boromir. Looking ahead of them, he spotted Eowyn walking alongside Arod where Gimli had situated himself. Boromir looked up as she cast a glance over her shoulder. She appeared to regard both men with a warm smile before turning away. Boromir hoped he wasn't blushing when Aragorn asked, "You are acquainted with the Lady Eowyn?"
