Title: Forest
Author: Dreamiflame
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, Tolkien's and whomever else's.
Note: One of the more obvious ones, but one of the harder ones to write.
Series Note: Each of these stories is exactly 100 words long, a drabble. They were written and posted on Livejournal earlier.
"Forest"
Frodo twists below him, trying to get away, and Boromir is focussed only on the silver chain around the hobbit's neck. Feels it beneath his fingers, and pulls, hard.
The chain snaps, and he grabs the other end, pulls away from Frodo. The Ring hangs there, before him, and it's so easy to grasp it, hold it tight. Frodo is saying something, but he is drowned out by golden whispers and Boromir's own desire.
He stands, turns away from Frodo, pulls off a glove to feel it better, and revels in the smoothness against his weathered skin.
Author: Dreamiflame
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, Tolkien's and whomever else's.
Note: One of the more obvious ones, but one of the harder ones to write.
Series Note: Each of these stories is exactly 100 words long, a drabble. They were written and posted on Livejournal earlier.
"Forest"
Frodo twists below him, trying to get away, and Boromir is focussed only on the silver chain around the hobbit's neck. Feels it beneath his fingers, and pulls, hard.
The chain snaps, and he grabs the other end, pulls away from Frodo. The Ring hangs there, before him, and it's so easy to grasp it, hold it tight. Frodo is saying something, but he is drowned out by golden whispers and Boromir's own desire.
He stands, turns away from Frodo, pulls off a glove to feel it better, and revels in the smoothness against his weathered skin.