Disclaimer: I hold no claims to the original LOTR cast (Holly and Rachel
are mine)
A/N: No flames
Time: Distraction and Attraction
"Boromir! Boromir!" Holly yelled as she ran throughout the forest. She remembered something about a hillside or…there!
"Give me the Ring!" the man shrieked as he lunged at Frodo. Holly pushed her speed and jumped at Boromir who found himself swallowing leaves. Holly stood and watched as a few branches rustled as the frightened hobbit ran, invisible. She didn't move except to heave her chest in exhaustion from her sprint, completely oblivious to the angered man at her feet.
With a cry, Boromir grabbed Holly's feet and yanked her to the ground.
"Ow! You son of a bitch!" Holly yelled. She hit him hard in the jaw with the hilt of her sword and he fell back. On her feet again, Holly stood ready for Boromir to raise his sword at her. He was on his knees now and a sob escaped him.
"Holly?" he cried softly. Despite herself, Holly fell to the ground beside him. The man broke down and let tears fall freely onto Holly's shoulder for some time. She held him in her arms and said soothing words to him.
"It's not your fault. Don't worry, Boromir, you didn't hurt Frodo or me."
"I could never hurt you. I…" Boromir couldn't finish. Holly looked at him with big, brown eyes and her heart skipped.
"You what?"
"I don't know…I just…"
Boromir leaned in towards Holly. She gasped slightly as his lips pressed gently to hers. Suddenly, he withdrew. Holly gazed at him with her puppy eyes glistening with affection.
"I'm sorry! That was extremely—" Boromir began, but Holly cut him off.
"Shut up, you wuss."
She giggled and pulled him close for another, more sensual kiss. He laughed as the quest, the Fellowship, and the Ring were forgotten. All he wanted or desired was his.
A/N: Sorry it took so long. First excuse: Insomnia and writer's block tend to hate each other with a passion. Second excuse: My files were all destroyed, but ah fuck it, right?
A/N: No flames
Time: Distraction and Attraction
"Boromir! Boromir!" Holly yelled as she ran throughout the forest. She remembered something about a hillside or…there!
"Give me the Ring!" the man shrieked as he lunged at Frodo. Holly pushed her speed and jumped at Boromir who found himself swallowing leaves. Holly stood and watched as a few branches rustled as the frightened hobbit ran, invisible. She didn't move except to heave her chest in exhaustion from her sprint, completely oblivious to the angered man at her feet.
With a cry, Boromir grabbed Holly's feet and yanked her to the ground.
"Ow! You son of a bitch!" Holly yelled. She hit him hard in the jaw with the hilt of her sword and he fell back. On her feet again, Holly stood ready for Boromir to raise his sword at her. He was on his knees now and a sob escaped him.
"Holly?" he cried softly. Despite herself, Holly fell to the ground beside him. The man broke down and let tears fall freely onto Holly's shoulder for some time. She held him in her arms and said soothing words to him.
"It's not your fault. Don't worry, Boromir, you didn't hurt Frodo or me."
"I could never hurt you. I…" Boromir couldn't finish. Holly looked at him with big, brown eyes and her heart skipped.
"You what?"
"I don't know…I just…"
Boromir leaned in towards Holly. She gasped slightly as his lips pressed gently to hers. Suddenly, he withdrew. Holly gazed at him with her puppy eyes glistening with affection.
"I'm sorry! That was extremely—" Boromir began, but Holly cut him off.
"Shut up, you wuss."
She giggled and pulled him close for another, more sensual kiss. He laughed as the quest, the Fellowship, and the Ring were forgotten. All he wanted or desired was his.
A/N: Sorry it took so long. First excuse: Insomnia and writer's block tend to hate each other with a passion. Second excuse: My files were all destroyed, but ah fuck it, right?