Title: What DIDN'T Happen In Lord of The Rings. (chapter3)
Type: Whorefic, (slashfic/threesome in later chapters)
Rating: PG13
Storyline : The Company runs into an ex-prostitute and uses her to satisfy
their desires.
Chapter summary: Chapter 4. The men go hunting.
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Chapter 4-Aragorn.
The sun was already high in the sky by the time Boromir finally emerged, fully clothes and looking more than just a little spent from his exertions. From where he sat, Aragorn could clearly see the lines of exhaustion in the crinkling of his eyebrows and the firm set of his mouth.
"Ready?" Boromir grunted as he approached. Aragorn looked up surprised. From up close, he could see that the other man's lips were red and swollen. "I didn't mean to keep you so long," he said apologetically.
"Doubtless," Aragorn joked, and smiled when Boromir relaxed into a grin. "Where is the wench?"
"In her hut, snoring away, sleeping like a baby. She went out like a light."
"No doubt she has good reason to."
"You flatter me."
"Do I? Well, I cant say that was my intention," he said in a dead monotone. He saw Boromir's head jerk up in what looked like alarm before Aragorn felt his own lips give away his jest.
"Bastard!" Boromir grinned. "You really had me there for a second. I thought you were serious."
"But I was," Aragorn continues to tease, deliberately keeping a set face. "I was very serious indeed."
"Right," he laughed. "Shall we be off now?"
Aragorn stood up and tossed him half a loaf of bread. It was a wonder the Gondorian wasn't hungry. He could have sworn that Boromir had not a bite to eat all morning. Shrugging a little, he stooped down to retrieve his crudely fashioned hunting bow, and as he did so, caught sight of Boromir devouring the dry bread like it was the most delicious thing on earth. He grinned. Honestly, Boromir could be such a child at times.
The two men set off upstream for no other reason than that they felt like it. Initially, Aragorn has thought to ask Legolas along with them. Not only was the elf more skilled at the bow than he was and thus a valuable asset to the little hunting party, Aragorn simply concerned that the expedition might turn out to be an awkward one. Aragorn was more at ease with the elf, and furthermore, the two men had never been able to get along very well. Quite frankly, the thought of spending an entire afternoon with the one member of the Company most like a stranger to him worried him a little.
He couldn't find Legolas though, no matter how hard he looked. Shortly after he and Legolas shared a wince at the sounds escaping the hut that morning, the elf had took off, doubtless to seek solace in the gentle music of the river, or the soft scents of the wilderness.
He needn't have worried though, for the other man was in a surprisingly talkative mood that day. It seemed to him that there was added life in Boromir; there was a twinkle in his eyes, and a certain spring to his walk that seemed almost childlike in its beauty. Usually proud and arrogant, Boromir was always distant and slightly aloof, but today, Aragorn could see that the man was relaxed and confident, and Aragorn wondered at the change.
Together, they managed to bring down a deer, their first joint success at hunting, and Aragorn stifled a whoop of delight at the sheer size of their kill. As a ranger, hunting was second nature to him, but still, the thought of everyone's faces when such a feast laid out before them was wildly satisfying.
Besides, the hunt was a success in more ways than one. The very experience of hunting-and bonding-with Boromir was a victory hard won. Perhaps now he might have the chance of earning the man's trust. They bound the legs of the carcass together with a bit of crude string they had brought along and cut a wooden limb to mount it on, but just as they were about to heft the makeshift carrier onto their shoulders, a dark shadow stepped out of the trees and stared dispassionately at them.
Beside him, he felt Boromir gave a small start. It must be the fortified cities, Aragorn thought, mildly disapproving. It was a wonder that the other man had not noticed Legolas at all as he approached. He turned around to tease the man, but what he saw gave him quite a shock.
Gone was the innocent playfulness in his companion's eyes. In his place stood Boromir, strong and proud, his jaw set and his chin held high. Aragorn looked at Legolas and saw the same ugly defiance in the elf's face as well. The dunadain closed his eyes and sighed. It didn't take a genius to figure out a storm was brewing.
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Chapter 4-Aragorn.
The sun was already high in the sky by the time Boromir finally emerged, fully clothes and looking more than just a little spent from his exertions. From where he sat, Aragorn could clearly see the lines of exhaustion in the crinkling of his eyebrows and the firm set of his mouth.
"Ready?" Boromir grunted as he approached. Aragorn looked up surprised. From up close, he could see that the other man's lips were red and swollen. "I didn't mean to keep you so long," he said apologetically.
"Doubtless," Aragorn joked, and smiled when Boromir relaxed into a grin. "Where is the wench?"
"In her hut, snoring away, sleeping like a baby. She went out like a light."
"No doubt she has good reason to."
"You flatter me."
"Do I? Well, I cant say that was my intention," he said in a dead monotone. He saw Boromir's head jerk up in what looked like alarm before Aragorn felt his own lips give away his jest.
"Bastard!" Boromir grinned. "You really had me there for a second. I thought you were serious."
"But I was," Aragorn continues to tease, deliberately keeping a set face. "I was very serious indeed."
"Right," he laughed. "Shall we be off now?"
Aragorn stood up and tossed him half a loaf of bread. It was a wonder the Gondorian wasn't hungry. He could have sworn that Boromir had not a bite to eat all morning. Shrugging a little, he stooped down to retrieve his crudely fashioned hunting bow, and as he did so, caught sight of Boromir devouring the dry bread like it was the most delicious thing on earth. He grinned. Honestly, Boromir could be such a child at times.
The two men set off upstream for no other reason than that they felt like it. Initially, Aragorn has thought to ask Legolas along with them. Not only was the elf more skilled at the bow than he was and thus a valuable asset to the little hunting party, Aragorn simply concerned that the expedition might turn out to be an awkward one. Aragorn was more at ease with the elf, and furthermore, the two men had never been able to get along very well. Quite frankly, the thought of spending an entire afternoon with the one member of the Company most like a stranger to him worried him a little.
He couldn't find Legolas though, no matter how hard he looked. Shortly after he and Legolas shared a wince at the sounds escaping the hut that morning, the elf had took off, doubtless to seek solace in the gentle music of the river, or the soft scents of the wilderness.
He needn't have worried though, for the other man was in a surprisingly talkative mood that day. It seemed to him that there was added life in Boromir; there was a twinkle in his eyes, and a certain spring to his walk that seemed almost childlike in its beauty. Usually proud and arrogant, Boromir was always distant and slightly aloof, but today, Aragorn could see that the man was relaxed and confident, and Aragorn wondered at the change.
Together, they managed to bring down a deer, their first joint success at hunting, and Aragorn stifled a whoop of delight at the sheer size of their kill. As a ranger, hunting was second nature to him, but still, the thought of everyone's faces when such a feast laid out before them was wildly satisfying.
Besides, the hunt was a success in more ways than one. The very experience of hunting-and bonding-with Boromir was a victory hard won. Perhaps now he might have the chance of earning the man's trust. They bound the legs of the carcass together with a bit of crude string they had brought along and cut a wooden limb to mount it on, but just as they were about to heft the makeshift carrier onto their shoulders, a dark shadow stepped out of the trees and stared dispassionately at them.
Beside him, he felt Boromir gave a small start. It must be the fortified cities, Aragorn thought, mildly disapproving. It was a wonder that the other man had not noticed Legolas at all as he approached. He turned around to tease the man, but what he saw gave him quite a shock.
Gone was the innocent playfulness in his companion's eyes. In his place stood Boromir, strong and proud, his jaw set and his chin held high. Aragorn looked at Legolas and saw the same ugly defiance in the elf's face as well. The dunadain closed his eyes and sighed. It didn't take a genius to figure out a storm was brewing.