Character: Aragorn and Halbarad
Rating: R, hinted m/m
Source: Pre-Ring War
Disclaimer: Not altogether Tolkien’s, not canon, but maybe a little fanon…
Slight movements woke him. Halbarad stretched his legs, luxuriating in the feel of clean sheets on bare skin. He shifted… body-heat, soft mattress, feather quilt… maybe he could persuade Aragorn to stay another night? A heavy arm snaked across him… a sleepy mumble, “You ‘wake?”
Later - hotter still and the bed in turmoil – Halbarad stared upwards, soon after dawn he judged…
“My boots won’t bear me further, they need mending.”
“…while we wait, Butterbur’s lass might wash our linen.”
“Though… if it wasn’t dry… we’d need stay another night?”
“Of course,” said Halbarad, grinning. Yes!!
Aragorn left his boots, borrowing wooden clogs to return in. Sabots don’t make easy walking, certainly not silently, so they must stay put; so… the maids might as well wash all their linen… which left them sequestered, wrapped in towels.
They spent the morning mending leathers, honing swords, Butterbur shooed away giggling housemaids outside their door, bringing luncheon trays in himself.
Unaccustomed midday ale loosened Halbarad’s tongue.
“How d’you bear it?” He blurted. “Your princess, waiting, not… being… there, yet being… here?”
“She understands. Men’s quickness: fighting, loving...”
He stroked Halbarad’s bare shoulder, “...mind ...another woman? Altogether different!”