Characters: Boromir, Aragorn, implied-if-you-read-it-that-way Boromir/Theodred
Warning: Ye Olde Angste, and how (complete with angsty icon)
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine
“Where are we?” There was a panicked note to Boromir’s voice.
“Very near Parth Galen,” Aragorn answered, voice low so as not to wake the others. “What is wrong?”
Boromir swallowed, threw a glance into the woods. “I saw -- I saw one of the Rohirrim.”
“Here? That is very unlikely.” A terrible thought struck Aragorn. “Did you -- recognize him?”
“Yes.” Boromir’s reply was nearly inaudible, his eyes downcast.
“Are you certain?” Aragorn asked softly.
Boromir nodded. “Yes,” he repeated, and his voice broke, making Aragorn wince. “I know his face, and I saw him clearly. It was Théodred.”