Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed.
For the “Velvet” challenge.
Over the Hills and Far Away
Sometimes even the walls of friendly Meduseld seem too close, and so they ride, fast and far, their only companions the wheeling hawk and scurrying hare. They tumble eagerly to the soft grass, finally free to shout and groan and laugh and cry out the words no others should hear.
Sometimes Boromir wishes it could always be like this: the two of them, living by wit and skill through endless sunlit days and velvet nights. But that is not why they were born; and so, bodies finally sated and voices hoarse, they mount their horses and return to the world.