Characters: Boromir and Aragorn
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s world – Kortirion is only visiting with intent.
Notes: Catching up with the last challenge series
Boromir lay back, turning various scenarios and permutations over in his mind. His old teacher had emphasised, when it came to strategies there was never one fixed outcome. ‘Consider, consider again, then act decisively.’
He played the variations over in his head... Faramir would acquiesce. His father... would not. And his position? Steward? Captain? Liegeman, bending before... he huffed a small grin, ‘yes, well...’
Then the word ‘friend’ came to mind and that brought forth a whole plethora of new scenarios. He tossed and turned, sleepily mulling over his choices.
The Ranger beside him snored gently by the campfire’s embers.
The Hobbits curled in a pile. Legolas drifted in reverie, while Gimli sat watch, stolid as the ancestors carved at the Dwarf Kingdom’s gates. The man, on the otherhand, was restless - sighing, muttering...
Aragorn controlled his breathing, relaxing very deliberately into complete stillness. He’d accepted the comradely overture. He understood the many nuances that comprised such fellowship, who gained, who expected, who gave…
Companion, liegeman... mate.... He snorted gently, ‘that word had complicated connotations.’ From soulmate, to bodily comfort and procreation... he knew by past experience ‘mate’ was no simple matter.
And yet…. Galadriel had told him the man’s destiny.