Author's note: I do not own the rights to Aragorn or Boromir. They reside solely with the Tolkien estate, and I appologize to the Professor for so attrociously using his characters.
The elf hunt started as yet another way to express ladies' drooling desire for hot elves. Some manly-men fanciers joined up and hunted Aragorn, Bormir, and various other men.
The elf huntress motto is "It's all about the sharing."
Kulina and Aragorn have been exclusive since they first met. Lily has long wanted to share Aragorn, but has kept her depth of feelings for him to herself and hunted other men.
The huntresses now have taken up residence in a castle, somewhere not too far from everywhere in Middle Earth.
The events described here-in take place starting the morning after a large party. Unbeknownst to Lily, Kulina has left the night before telling Aragorn to stay behind and take care of the huntresses, especially Lily.
I'd greatly appreciate any feedback.
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I woke up with a monstrous headache. Again. The rhythmic thumping of Boromir's snoring wasn't helping matters any.
Groaning softly, I disentangled myself from the layers of sheets wrapped around me, and clambered off the end of the bed.
I headed for the bathroom, and splashed my face with water.
"No more champagne for you," I told my reflection. I glanced out the window, and decided to take a walk in the morning air to help clear my head.
I tiptoed back into the room, changed into some capris and a shirt, and crept quietly out the door.
Wandering around outside, I came upon a bench hidden behind a grove of beech trees. At the far end of the bench sits a figure, in utter dejection. As I cautiously approach, I hear a whispered "Lina..."
"Aragorn?" At my soft call, he sits up suddenly, a hand wiping his eyes as he turns to face me.
"Lily, I didn't expect to see you up so early this morning. How are you feeling?" He walks toward me, smiling. When he takes my hand and softly kisses my cheek, my first instinct is to check for another of Tanavar's pendants.
"Aragorn, are you feeling well? Not that I don't appreciate the interest, but...Kulina will kill me if I try anything." I smile up at him in time to catch the pained look that shadows his eyes at the mention of Kulina's name. I get an inkling of what has happened. "Aragorn, you can tell me..."
He turns to contemplate the still surface of the pond beside us.
"Things change. People move on. All that matters is that I am here, now...with you." With these last words, he turns and kisses me.
What little sense was left to me by the hangover disappears in a tiny cloud of smoke.
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Aragorn finally let me up for air. While I was trying to get my hair to lay back down, all the while trying to ignore Aragorn's kisses on my neck, we heard a group of people walking past the grove of trees. Grabbing my hand, Aragorn led me through the forest to the edge of a small lake.
Grinning, he pulls me close for a kiss, then shoves me into the water. Yelling a protest as I hit the unusually cold water, I climb back out and shove him in. He keeps ahold of my hand and drags me in after.
After experimenting with how long a couple could kiss under water, Aragorn and I climb out onto the sunny lawn that encircles the lake. He leans against a convenient tree, and I curl up against his side.
We sit for a while in contentment, watching the wind make patterns on the lake.
"Aragorn. I'm glad you stayed." I lean into him a little more.
"I am too." His arms tighten around me in a soft embrace.
"Really?" I tilt my head back to look up at him.
"Really." He smiles, then leans down to claim my lips again.
The elf hunt started as yet another way to express ladies' drooling desire for hot elves. Some manly-men fanciers joined up and hunted Aragorn, Bormir, and various other men.
The elf huntress motto is "It's all about the sharing."
Kulina and Aragorn have been exclusive since they first met. Lily has long wanted to share Aragorn, but has kept her depth of feelings for him to herself and hunted other men.
The huntresses now have taken up residence in a castle, somewhere not too far from everywhere in Middle Earth.
The events described here-in take place starting the morning after a large party. Unbeknownst to Lily, Kulina has left the night before telling Aragorn to stay behind and take care of the huntresses, especially Lily.
I'd greatly appreciate any feedback.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I woke up with a monstrous headache. Again. The rhythmic thumping of Boromir's snoring wasn't helping matters any.
Groaning softly, I disentangled myself from the layers of sheets wrapped around me, and clambered off the end of the bed.
I headed for the bathroom, and splashed my face with water.
"No more champagne for you," I told my reflection. I glanced out the window, and decided to take a walk in the morning air to help clear my head.
I tiptoed back into the room, changed into some capris and a shirt, and crept quietly out the door.
Wandering around outside, I came upon a bench hidden behind a grove of beech trees. At the far end of the bench sits a figure, in utter dejection. As I cautiously approach, I hear a whispered "Lina..."
"Aragorn?" At my soft call, he sits up suddenly, a hand wiping his eyes as he turns to face me.
"Lily, I didn't expect to see you up so early this morning. How are you feeling?" He walks toward me, smiling. When he takes my hand and softly kisses my cheek, my first instinct is to check for another of Tanavar's pendants.
"Aragorn, are you feeling well? Not that I don't appreciate the interest, but...Kulina will kill me if I try anything." I smile up at him in time to catch the pained look that shadows his eyes at the mention of Kulina's name. I get an inkling of what has happened. "Aragorn, you can tell me..."
He turns to contemplate the still surface of the pond beside us.
"Things change. People move on. All that matters is that I am here, now...with you." With these last words, he turns and kisses me.
What little sense was left to me by the hangover disappears in a tiny cloud of smoke.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Aragorn finally let me up for air. While I was trying to get my hair to lay back down, all the while trying to ignore Aragorn's kisses on my neck, we heard a group of people walking past the grove of trees. Grabbing my hand, Aragorn led me through the forest to the edge of a small lake.
Grinning, he pulls me close for a kiss, then shoves me into the water. Yelling a protest as I hit the unusually cold water, I climb back out and shove him in. He keeps ahold of my hand and drags me in after.
After experimenting with how long a couple could kiss under water, Aragorn and I climb out onto the sunny lawn that encircles the lake. He leans against a convenient tree, and I curl up against his side.
We sit for a while in contentment, watching the wind make patterns on the lake.
"Aragorn. I'm glad you stayed." I lean into him a little more.
"I am too." His arms tighten around me in a soft embrace.
"Really?" I tilt my head back to look up at him.
"Really." He smiles, then leans down to claim my lips again.