I know I have hardly posted lately and here I am posting for the second time this week. I just love hearing from you guys so I wanted to post again. Heads up though, I only feel as though there is one chapter left in this story. Also there is a little bit of a steamy scene at the end for EarthMama! Enjoy everyone!
Chapter Fourteen
The night was beautiful. There was a gentle breeze that blew my free-hanging tresses softly. The moon was out and full and cast a brilliant light over the balcony. In that instant, with Boromir beside me I wanted to freeze time. I wanted to be able to stay at the coronation celebration and dance with him forever. Life was truly cruel to put us on such opposite ends of the social spectrum, nearly unattainable to one another.
"Lindy, you know this impending conversation is unnecessary," Boromir said, walking to the stone railing on the balcony. His gray tunic-covered back was to me. My body yearned to go to him and to wrap my arms around his middle; to press myself against him and inhale deeply his scent, soap and himself, musky and masculine.
However, I refrained and tried my hardest to pull myself back to my stark reality. I found the conversation to be extremely necessary, if only to me. I wanted, it seemed, nothing more than to be with him. I had guarded myself and him for so long and my resistance was wearing thin. I could not just let go though. I had to lay everything before him, everything he would face because of me, for his sake.
"It is necessary, Boromir," I responded quietly. I walked up next to him and stared out over the expanse of land before us. Just days before the raging battle had been fought there, but everything had been cleared away somehow. It seemed, to me, to symbolize the new start that everyone had in this new age. Everyone seemed to have that mentality, but I just could not. I wanted to prevent Boromir from making a decision that he might regret.
"I only want you to take into consideration what is best for you," I said.
"What is best for me?" He turned to look down at me, towering over me. "I know what is best for me and what would make me the happiest man in all of Arda and that is you, Lindy. You are the only thing that can make me happy."
"You say that now, but Boromir, have you thought of the logistics of such a relationship?" I questioned him. "The Steward-Prince of Gondor becoming involved with a woman of no noble bearing. No special blood runs through my veins."
"I care not for your blood, you foolish woman," Boromir growled.
"I know that you do not, but everyone else will. What will people say? 'Oh there goes Lord Boromir and his lady healer whore.' No one would respect any relationship you had with me," I pointed out.
Boromir sighed. "I do not need their respect. Why will you not listen to me? You could save your breath and your time. I only care to have your respect." He looked away. "And your love," he finished quietly.
That word jolted me. I wanted to give him every last bit of my love. My resistance was slipping, but there was one thing left to be discussed and it pained me to bring it up.
I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "My love is impure, Boromir." The sentence was barely audible.
Boromir scoffed at me. "Your love is impure?" He asked.
"You know what I mean." My cheeks flushed angrily.
"You mean you are not a virgin?" He asked cheekily, glancing at me sideways. "And here I am and I have been waiting all my long life to meet the perfect, pure woman because I am a perfectly pure man."
I stared at him in disbelief. He was making fun of me. Although I was frustrated at him, I was also a little relieved. I knew that he would not have been saving himself for his future wife, but I had thought that all men expected such things of their wives; to be pure, innocent, and naïve when coming to the marriage bed.
"Lindy, you are one of the most foolhardy, stubborn people I have ever met in my life." His hands gripped my upper arms. "I care not for any of your excuses. You seem to be pulling them out of thin air. Do you not realize that none of those things matter to me. I only want you. I would want you if you were a beggar in the streets of Minas Tirith or the daughter of king. I want you because you are a real person. I care not for your past because it has made you the person that you are, the woman I crave more than anything. If you had not made the mistakes you had and chosen the path you did then where would I be? I would be lonely, that is where." Boromir removed one hand from my arm and tilted my chin up to look into his steel grey eyes. "Do not deny me everything I want. Make me the whole man that I need to be. Only you can do it."
I sighed. I was embarrassed, but tears prickled my eyes. There was a lump in my throat and I realized that everything I wanted and had wanted for my entire life was in this man standing before me. I would regret not blazing this trail with him if I said no. My life would be empty, devoid of any ties to another human. I wanted him in every sense of the word, I wanted him.
I wanted to make him happy and to stand by his side forever. I wanted to share a home with him, to be a wife to him. I wanted to be a mother to his children; I knew they would look just like him. I wanted to give him everything that I possibly could to make his life whole and better because doing so would make my life worthwhile. I had never met someone who cared about me as much as Boromir did.
"Alright," I said quietly.
"Alright?"
"Alright. I want to be with you, if you will have me."
Before I knew it I was crushed into his chest. It rumbled against me with his laughter.
"That is the hardest I have ever worked in my entire life." Boromir was grinning from ear to ear and it was contagious. The mirth in his eyes made me smile and laugh.
"The side effects of being the Steward-Prince, I presume."
He nudged me gently. "There will be many of them that you will have to deal with." He looked into the palace. "It would seem the party has come to an end."
"So it has," I sighed.
"Let me walk you home. There will be raucous celebrations still going on."
I nodded and rested my hand on Boromir's strong arm. Heat spread from my hand throughout my whole body. I looked over and was immediately lost in my thoughts. I remembered what he had looked like in the Houses of Healing, his muscular chest bare. What I wouldn't give to be able to run my hands over that chest now.
I kept my eyes focused ahead as we walked through the city.
"Lord Boromir!" The drunken celebrators called out. "Hail Lord Boromir and his very fair maiden!"
I smiled and laughed. "They love you already."
"They are drunk," I laughed.
We finally made it back to my house and I pushed the door open. I stepped inside. We had hardly spoken on the way back.
"I do not have much to offer you, but would you care to come in?"
"I would," Boromir said huskily. "I do not need anything."
I nodded. "Very well then." I began to unpin my hair.
"Allow me." Boromir stepped closer to me and reached into my auburn tresses. His fingers, surprisingly, nimbly picked the pins from my hair. His fingers grazed my neck and I sighed involuntarily. My eyes closed of their own volition.
"Your hair is free," he whispered. I opened my eyes and gazed up at him. I could feel him, mere inches away from me.
His head bent toward me and his lips pressed against mine, his hands remaining in my hair. I moaned into his mouth and licked his bottom lip. Our tongues then melded together and I wound my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his. I was breathing heavily and our chests were crashing together.
Before I knew it I was being lifted onto the table and Boromir was in between my legs. One of his large hands went underneath the neckline of my dress to fondle my breast. My head fell back, hair reaching the table.
How I had gone so long without Boromir? I could not, in that moment, of anything but his hand searing my tender flesh, of his presence between my legs. His other hand was pushing my skirt to my waist. My legs wrapped around his back and I leaned back onto the table. His hair was hanging down in his face.
He bent over me and kissed my neck, biting gently. "Boromir," I moaned into his hair. I could not take the separation much longer. "Please," I nearly begged him, pulling him closer.
Boromir straightened up, his hands resting on the table on either side of my hips. "No, Lindy. Do not tempt me."
"What?" I asked breathlessly, sitting up.
"If we are going to do this, we are going to do this right. On our wedding night." Boromir gently kissed my forehead and went to the door. "Goodnight, Lindy." He said over his shoulder before shutting the door behind him.
I lay back down on the table, my dress bunched at my thighs and my hair a mess around my face. I sighed loudly, frustrated but smiling.
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Avonmora