Disclaimereeroo: Not mineth, savvy?
Slash alert! Slash alert! Nothing NC-17, don't worry, but still it's male on male so u might wanna skip this one if that's not your thing. And as usual it's a 'lesser-spotted fanfic' so it probably won't be what you expect! (I hope, or I'm doing something wrong!)
3. Slash for the Modest
En route to Mordor from Rivendell the Fellowship got tired. So Gandalf said "Let's stop for a bit". And they did.
One by one the members of the fellowship began to fall asleep (even Legolas, never mind the fact he's a supersonic elf who doesn't need sleep, for the point of the story he's tired, alright?). So Gandalf, ever the leader, decided on a plan.
"Boromir and Aragorn, you shall watch over the camp and make sure nobody dies." The old wizard said through a particularly loud yawn.
Boromir started; he had to watch with Aragorn? Did Mithrandir know how the stewards heir felt about the next king of Gondor? What if he was testing him, sneaky wizard that the Grey Pilgrim was. And more importantly, what if Aragorn liked him in that way, too? No, of course not. Aragorn loved Arwen. Arwen. Boromir tried to reinforce this in his head as a blur of thoughts ran through his mind, a blaze of pent up lust for the ranger speeding through his mind. Really just the author attempting to flesh out the story before we get to the slashy stuff, but there we are.
Aragorn, meanwhile, was contemplating the possibility of changing his trousers.
Everyone fell asleep, and soon Boromir and Aragorn were left alone (sort of) in their camp.
"So," said the ranger casually, "how are you, Steward's son?"
Boromir paled. Was there some hidden meaning to this? Did Aragorn know about his secret as well, and he was somehow in cahoots with the wizard? Or did the ranger really like him in that way? And why was Sam sleeping so close to Frodo?
Aragorn stared concernedly at the warrior as he sat in silence looking forlorn for about ten minutes.
"Boromir? Are you in there? Helloo?" he said, waving a hand in front of Boromir's face.
"I'm fine." Said Boromir in a strained voice. Aragorn acknowledged him! Aragorn was concerned about him!
"...Good. Me too." Said the ranger, shaking his head slightly at his distinctly odd Steward.
Me too. Me too. Me. Too. What did that mean? Was Aragorn trying to tell him something?
"Boromir, are you sure that you're alright? You seem somewhat preoccupied. Is there anything I can help with?" said the ranger anxiously. He did not need the strongest member of the party to be upset in any way, emotionally or physically.
Argh! What was the confounded ranger trying to do to him?
"Yes, my lord, there is something..." he began cautiously.
"By the Valar! Go on then! What is it?"
Boromir opened his mouth, and closed it again. An action he repeated several times. The words would not come. Suddenly Aragorn stood up.
"Do you mind...?" The older man began. "It's just these are so uncomfortable." And with that, Aragorn dropped his trousers. All he wanted to do was change to a clean pair, poor guy.
Boromir, however, got the wrong end of the stick. Nearly passing out, he let out a very un-Stewardlike squeak in his joy.
"Oh Aragorn! You do care!" He cried, and proceeded to leap bodily on the other half-naked man.
"Argh!" came the muffled cry of Aragorn from under him. "What are you doing? Gerroff!"
Boromir reluctantly rolled off the other man, confused.
"I thought this was what you wanted!"
"Are you mad? Do I look like a hobbit?"
Boromir decided it was best not to answer this.
"I don't know where you got that idea from! My heart belongs to one person only!" said the ranger angrily.
"Arwen?" said Boromir gloomily
"That spoilt little elf thing? Don't be thick." Said the ranger, as he proceeded to climb under Gimli's blanket alongside the dwarf.
The End.
A/N: Sorry for those of you expecting proper Ara-mir! But it's not called '10 fanfics you've never read before' for nothing, you know.
Slash alert! Slash alert! Nothing NC-17, don't worry, but still it's male on male so u might wanna skip this one if that's not your thing. And as usual it's a 'lesser-spotted fanfic' so it probably won't be what you expect! (I hope, or I'm doing something wrong!)
3. Slash for the Modest
En route to Mordor from Rivendell the Fellowship got tired. So Gandalf said "Let's stop for a bit". And they did.
One by one the members of the fellowship began to fall asleep (even Legolas, never mind the fact he's a supersonic elf who doesn't need sleep, for the point of the story he's tired, alright?). So Gandalf, ever the leader, decided on a plan.
"Boromir and Aragorn, you shall watch over the camp and make sure nobody dies." The old wizard said through a particularly loud yawn.
Boromir started; he had to watch with Aragorn? Did Mithrandir know how the stewards heir felt about the next king of Gondor? What if he was testing him, sneaky wizard that the Grey Pilgrim was. And more importantly, what if Aragorn liked him in that way, too? No, of course not. Aragorn loved Arwen. Arwen. Boromir tried to reinforce this in his head as a blur of thoughts ran through his mind, a blaze of pent up lust for the ranger speeding through his mind. Really just the author attempting to flesh out the story before we get to the slashy stuff, but there we are.
Aragorn, meanwhile, was contemplating the possibility of changing his trousers.
Everyone fell asleep, and soon Boromir and Aragorn were left alone (sort of) in their camp.
"So," said the ranger casually, "how are you, Steward's son?"
Boromir paled. Was there some hidden meaning to this? Did Aragorn know about his secret as well, and he was somehow in cahoots with the wizard? Or did the ranger really like him in that way? And why was Sam sleeping so close to Frodo?
Aragorn stared concernedly at the warrior as he sat in silence looking forlorn for about ten minutes.
"Boromir? Are you in there? Helloo?" he said, waving a hand in front of Boromir's face.
"I'm fine." Said Boromir in a strained voice. Aragorn acknowledged him! Aragorn was concerned about him!
"...Good. Me too." Said the ranger, shaking his head slightly at his distinctly odd Steward.
Me too. Me too. Me. Too. What did that mean? Was Aragorn trying to tell him something?
"Boromir, are you sure that you're alright? You seem somewhat preoccupied. Is there anything I can help with?" said the ranger anxiously. He did not need the strongest member of the party to be upset in any way, emotionally or physically.
Argh! What was the confounded ranger trying to do to him?
"Yes, my lord, there is something..." he began cautiously.
"By the Valar! Go on then! What is it?"
Boromir opened his mouth, and closed it again. An action he repeated several times. The words would not come. Suddenly Aragorn stood up.
"Do you mind...?" The older man began. "It's just these are so uncomfortable." And with that, Aragorn dropped his trousers. All he wanted to do was change to a clean pair, poor guy.
Boromir, however, got the wrong end of the stick. Nearly passing out, he let out a very un-Stewardlike squeak in his joy.
"Oh Aragorn! You do care!" He cried, and proceeded to leap bodily on the other half-naked man.
"Argh!" came the muffled cry of Aragorn from under him. "What are you doing? Gerroff!"
Boromir reluctantly rolled off the other man, confused.
"I thought this was what you wanted!"
"Are you mad? Do I look like a hobbit?"
Boromir decided it was best not to answer this.
"I don't know where you got that idea from! My heart belongs to one person only!" said the ranger angrily.
"Arwen?" said Boromir gloomily
"That spoilt little elf thing? Don't be thick." Said the ranger, as he proceeded to climb under Gimli's blanket alongside the dwarf.
The End.
A/N: Sorry for those of you expecting proper Ara-mir! But it's not called '10 fanfics you've never read before' for nothing, you know.