Rating: PG – very mildly implied slash
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed
Author’s Note: Originally written as a gift for scribendi. Dusted off and polished up for the “Edoras”challenge.
Boromir arrived in Edoras in the midst of a festival day: horse-racing, wrestling, spear tossing, feasting. He cheerfully participated in each contest, losing enough to be a good sport, winning enough to be cheered wholeheartedly. The prizes, though, were a bit ungainly for a visitor: kegs of ale, plump goslings, a pear sapling.
“What will you take for your prize, then? A new dagger? My best leather gloves? A kiss from my pretty cousin?” Éowyn glared from further down the table.
With a wolfish grin, Boromir leaned over to whisper in Théodred’s ear: "I’d rather have a kiss from you."