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And here's some more Bory and Rhiannon closeness. Hope you all enjoy!
Rhovanion's Child by Shelly
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Morning dawned, and she was surprised to see Boromir back again so soon, his arrival joining that of the healer who came to check on how her wound was healing. He removed the bandage from her side, and Boromir was allowed to see what it looked like. He was happy to see that it was healing well, which meant that it wouldn't be long before they left.
The healer left, telling her that he would like her to try and move around a little today so as to keep up her strength. She glanced up at Boromir and gifted him with an embarrassed smile. "Would you mind helping me?" she asked.
He returned the smile with a small chuckle. "Of course not, I would be delighted to. But don't you think you should wait awhile until you are stronger before you try anything?"
"I hate being confined to a bed," she replied with an impatient sigh.
"I should've known," he laughed.
She fixed him with a raised eyebrow. "You don't know a thing about me, Captain," she retorted teasingly as she readjusted the gown and removed the covers. She moved her legs so that they hung off the edge of the bed and tried pushing herself off to stand up, but her legs nearly buckled under her weight and she almost dropped to the floor. But he was there to catch her and help support her, and she merely stood there until her legs became used to supporting her again.
"I don't have to know you to know that a fighter hates being confined for any length of time. And you should be more careful, Elena," he cautioned her. "Push yourself too much and you could make it worse."
"I know," she sighed. "Are you through being protective now so I can try and get some fresh air? It's stuffy in here."
"Your wish is my command, my lady," he replied.
Taking small steps, she found that she could walk fairly well, although she had to lean on his strong arm so that she wouldn't fall. Eventually they made it outside where there were benches to sit on, and she breathed in the crisp morning air deeply, allowing the breeze to caress her face. "This is much better," she said happily. "Thank you."
"You're quite welcome," he answered. "I actually came to tell you that I spoke with my father about your request, and he has granted it. We shall leave when you feel you are able to ride."
Smiling wide, she threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly, unable to stop the laughter that rose in her chest. She couldn't wait to be out riding amongst the rolling hills with the wind at her back, and if she could she would leave today. "Oh, Boromir, I can't wait to be on horseback again! I wish I could leave right now!"
He joined in her laughter, mesmerized at her beauty when her face was lit with happiness. Her green eyes sparkled brightly, and her face was flushed with excitement. Which led him to wonder at how she would look when her heart was filled with desire. He released her enough for her to pull away, but kept his hands resting lightly on her back just in case. "I wonder where it is that you get your enthusiasm, my lady," he remarked. "I assure you that this will be no pleasant ride through the countryside."
"I know that, silly," she replied, determined not to let him ruin her good mood. Now that she had some fresh air and plenty of rest, she felt better than she ever had in a long time. "I know that there will be danger to be found, but just think of all the new places I'll get to see!"
He couldn't help but be infected by her enthusiasm. "You've never been north before?"
She shook her head. "No, I've lived all my life east of the Misty Mountains," she said.
"Pity, I was hoping you might know the way to Imladris," he said with a smile. "Being you're a ranger and all."
"I know nothing about it," she confirmed. "All I know is that it's on the other side of the mountains. But I guess we'll just have to find it together, won't we?"
"I guess so," he chuckled, gazing down at her and thinking that never had he seen a more beautiful sight than now. The gown she wore was of simple make and design, but it still looked wonderful as the breeze molded it to the curves of her body, and he became very aware of the feel of her skin underneath the cloth. "I'm glad that you're going with me, Elena," he blurted out, the statement surprising him.
She was quiet a moment before she finally spoke. "I'm glad, too," she replied, looking up at him and finally seeing how handsome he really was in the light of day, and she had to admit it took her breath away. No doubt there were many maidens here that would miss his presence, and she knew that if she had stayed behind she would be one of them. "I never did thank you for saving my life," she said, her voice subdued. "And I'm sorry if what I said last night upset you. I had no right to judge you--"
He placed his finger on her lips to silence her words. "It's all right, Elena," he assured her. "And you're welcome. I happen to be very glad that you're feeling better as I would've been deeply saddened if you had died."
Her breath seemed to catch in the back of her throat. "You would've? After having just met me a bare few hours before the battle?"
"Sometimes it takes only an instant to know how you feel about someone," he replied. "And after watching you fight and put your life on the line for Gondor, I knew that I had found someone special."
Tears of happiness welled in her eyes at his words, and she hugged him once again, loving the feel of his strong arms around her, and gladly enduring the pain they caused if it meant being close to him. But what was she doing? She had told herself that she wasn't going to do this, but now that she was here in his arms she didn't care what she thought as long as she was with him.
Pulling back slightly, she gazed into his blue eyes a moment before finally giving in to her emotions and softly brushing her lips over his in a light kiss. His arms tightened around her and pulled her closer against him as she buried her fingers in his hair, deepening their kiss as she heard his ragged moan deep within his chest. Her heart was pounding wildly within her, and she was sure he could feel it being they were so close together.
When they finally pulled away, Boromir found the answer to his question as he saw desire glazing the green depths of her eyes, and all of it was directed at him. It was as heady as too much wine, and just as intoxicating, but he kept his desires in check since she was still healing. Instead he placed soft kisses on her forehead and cheeks before claiming her lips in a gentle kiss.
It was then that she managed to get a hold of herself, and she broke the kiss to step back a little, looking up to see his questioning gaze on her. "I am sorry, Boromir," she apologized. "I don't know what came over me."
"Do not apologize, Elena, if you meant for it to happen," he replied. "You did want it to happen, didn't you?" he asked, knowing well that she had wanted it but wanting to hear it from her anyway.
"Of course," she answered. "I just wasn't sure if it was what you wanted."
He allowed a smile to spread across his face. "I think that is the last thing you should be worried about as I very much wanted it."
She returned his smile tentatively, thrilled to know that he had felt the same and at the same time a little unsure of what to do next. Did she really harbor deeper feelings for him, or was it just attraction that brought them together? The only way to find out was to take it slow and easy, and to keep from giving in to each other so soon. "That is good to know," she said. "I think that I am ready to go back inside now. I'm feeling a little chilled," she pointed out as a shiver raced through her.
He tried not to be too disappointed that she wished to leave so soon, but knew it wouldn't do to keep her out here too long. Removing his cloak, he settled it across her shoulders, and she drew it about her as if it were a suit of armor. They walked back inside in a sort of awkward silence, both of them wanting to say something yet at the same time wanting to keep silent as neither of them knew quite what to do next.
Before sitting down on her bed, she leaned up to kiss his cheek and lips lightly. "Thank you for everything," she whispered in his ear as she held him close.
"You're quite welcome," he replied, helping ease her down onto the bed before leaving, his emotions a whirlwind of confusion inside him.
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Aww, they kissed! I told you that she wouldn't be able to resist him for long. Next chapter they leave Minas Tirith for Imladris, and their journey takes them into Rohan. What could be going on there?
Thanks for reading!
And here's some more Bory and Rhiannon closeness. Hope you all enjoy!
Rhovanion's Child by Shelly
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Morning dawned, and she was surprised to see Boromir back again so soon, his arrival joining that of the healer who came to check on how her wound was healing. He removed the bandage from her side, and Boromir was allowed to see what it looked like. He was happy to see that it was healing well, which meant that it wouldn't be long before they left.
The healer left, telling her that he would like her to try and move around a little today so as to keep up her strength. She glanced up at Boromir and gifted him with an embarrassed smile. "Would you mind helping me?" she asked.
He returned the smile with a small chuckle. "Of course not, I would be delighted to. But don't you think you should wait awhile until you are stronger before you try anything?"
"I hate being confined to a bed," she replied with an impatient sigh.
"I should've known," he laughed.
She fixed him with a raised eyebrow. "You don't know a thing about me, Captain," she retorted teasingly as she readjusted the gown and removed the covers. She moved her legs so that they hung off the edge of the bed and tried pushing herself off to stand up, but her legs nearly buckled under her weight and she almost dropped to the floor. But he was there to catch her and help support her, and she merely stood there until her legs became used to supporting her again.
"I don't have to know you to know that a fighter hates being confined for any length of time. And you should be more careful, Elena," he cautioned her. "Push yourself too much and you could make it worse."
"I know," she sighed. "Are you through being protective now so I can try and get some fresh air? It's stuffy in here."
"Your wish is my command, my lady," he replied.
Taking small steps, she found that she could walk fairly well, although she had to lean on his strong arm so that she wouldn't fall. Eventually they made it outside where there were benches to sit on, and she breathed in the crisp morning air deeply, allowing the breeze to caress her face. "This is much better," she said happily. "Thank you."
"You're quite welcome," he answered. "I actually came to tell you that I spoke with my father about your request, and he has granted it. We shall leave when you feel you are able to ride."
Smiling wide, she threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly, unable to stop the laughter that rose in her chest. She couldn't wait to be out riding amongst the rolling hills with the wind at her back, and if she could she would leave today. "Oh, Boromir, I can't wait to be on horseback again! I wish I could leave right now!"
He joined in her laughter, mesmerized at her beauty when her face was lit with happiness. Her green eyes sparkled brightly, and her face was flushed with excitement. Which led him to wonder at how she would look when her heart was filled with desire. He released her enough for her to pull away, but kept his hands resting lightly on her back just in case. "I wonder where it is that you get your enthusiasm, my lady," he remarked. "I assure you that this will be no pleasant ride through the countryside."
"I know that, silly," she replied, determined not to let him ruin her good mood. Now that she had some fresh air and plenty of rest, she felt better than she ever had in a long time. "I know that there will be danger to be found, but just think of all the new places I'll get to see!"
He couldn't help but be infected by her enthusiasm. "You've never been north before?"
She shook her head. "No, I've lived all my life east of the Misty Mountains," she said.
"Pity, I was hoping you might know the way to Imladris," he said with a smile. "Being you're a ranger and all."
"I know nothing about it," she confirmed. "All I know is that it's on the other side of the mountains. But I guess we'll just have to find it together, won't we?"
"I guess so," he chuckled, gazing down at her and thinking that never had he seen a more beautiful sight than now. The gown she wore was of simple make and design, but it still looked wonderful as the breeze molded it to the curves of her body, and he became very aware of the feel of her skin underneath the cloth. "I'm glad that you're going with me, Elena," he blurted out, the statement surprising him.
She was quiet a moment before she finally spoke. "I'm glad, too," she replied, looking up at him and finally seeing how handsome he really was in the light of day, and she had to admit it took her breath away. No doubt there were many maidens here that would miss his presence, and she knew that if she had stayed behind she would be one of them. "I never did thank you for saving my life," she said, her voice subdued. "And I'm sorry if what I said last night upset you. I had no right to judge you--"
He placed his finger on her lips to silence her words. "It's all right, Elena," he assured her. "And you're welcome. I happen to be very glad that you're feeling better as I would've been deeply saddened if you had died."
Her breath seemed to catch in the back of her throat. "You would've? After having just met me a bare few hours before the battle?"
"Sometimes it takes only an instant to know how you feel about someone," he replied. "And after watching you fight and put your life on the line for Gondor, I knew that I had found someone special."
Tears of happiness welled in her eyes at his words, and she hugged him once again, loving the feel of his strong arms around her, and gladly enduring the pain they caused if it meant being close to him. But what was she doing? She had told herself that she wasn't going to do this, but now that she was here in his arms she didn't care what she thought as long as she was with him.
Pulling back slightly, she gazed into his blue eyes a moment before finally giving in to her emotions and softly brushing her lips over his in a light kiss. His arms tightened around her and pulled her closer against him as she buried her fingers in his hair, deepening their kiss as she heard his ragged moan deep within his chest. Her heart was pounding wildly within her, and she was sure he could feel it being they were so close together.
When they finally pulled away, Boromir found the answer to his question as he saw desire glazing the green depths of her eyes, and all of it was directed at him. It was as heady as too much wine, and just as intoxicating, but he kept his desires in check since she was still healing. Instead he placed soft kisses on her forehead and cheeks before claiming her lips in a gentle kiss.
It was then that she managed to get a hold of herself, and she broke the kiss to step back a little, looking up to see his questioning gaze on her. "I am sorry, Boromir," she apologized. "I don't know what came over me."
"Do not apologize, Elena, if you meant for it to happen," he replied. "You did want it to happen, didn't you?" he asked, knowing well that she had wanted it but wanting to hear it from her anyway.
"Of course," she answered. "I just wasn't sure if it was what you wanted."
He allowed a smile to spread across his face. "I think that is the last thing you should be worried about as I very much wanted it."
She returned his smile tentatively, thrilled to know that he had felt the same and at the same time a little unsure of what to do next. Did she really harbor deeper feelings for him, or was it just attraction that brought them together? The only way to find out was to take it slow and easy, and to keep from giving in to each other so soon. "That is good to know," she said. "I think that I am ready to go back inside now. I'm feeling a little chilled," she pointed out as a shiver raced through her.
He tried not to be too disappointed that she wished to leave so soon, but knew it wouldn't do to keep her out here too long. Removing his cloak, he settled it across her shoulders, and she drew it about her as if it were a suit of armor. They walked back inside in a sort of awkward silence, both of them wanting to say something yet at the same time wanting to keep silent as neither of them knew quite what to do next.
Before sitting down on her bed, she leaned up to kiss his cheek and lips lightly. "Thank you for everything," she whispered in his ear as she held him close.
"You're quite welcome," he replied, helping ease her down onto the bed before leaving, his emotions a whirlwind of confusion inside him.
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Aww, they kissed! I told you that she wouldn't be able to resist him for long. Next chapter they leave Minas Tirith for Imladris, and their journey takes them into Rohan. What could be going on there?
Thanks for reading!