Disclaimer: Tolkien made the whole world... but Kortirion sneaks in to mess in the muddy bits.
His fingertips explored knotted, lumpy tissue lying like corded strings over hard muscles; he marvelled at the evidence of battle-lessons hard learned. Theodred stirred. Afraid he’d caused embarrassment calling attention to old wounds, Boromir quickly withdrew.
Theodred dropped his head, “I’m sorry. They’re ugly, I know...” He glanced up defiantly “...but earnt with honour.” Anxious to make amends Boromir reached to touch the marred chest. “Nothing about you is ugly,” he said, “And never without honour.” Theodred relaxed, the water was hot and the tub not over large for two.
Boromir kissed the scars. “Tell me their tales,” he whispered.