Rating : G... maybe, a touch of angst!
Source: FotR – ish
Disclaimer: All content is Tolkein’s - but there’s still plenty of room to play in the box!
Thin fingers slithered through his hair, plucked at the neck of his leathers; icy breath whispered with a fell voice – yet, not a voice. ‘It’s nothing but the wind,’ he assured himself – and shuddered. Boromir looked up; “Someone walked over your grave?” he smiled. Aragorn spun to face him, turning his back on the sleeping hobbits and wakeful wizard.
“Don’t! – Don’t say that…” he gripped Boromir’s shoulder hard, his voice a whisper. “Gimli says we’re not alone…”
Boromir placed his hand reassuringly over Aragorn’s, “Don’t worry; I’ll never tread on your grave.”
Aragorn shivered, unable to repeat the whispered prophesy.