Title: Far From All Else
Warnings: Please note the "slash". Largely implication and allusion,though.
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine
For those of you (and you know who you are) who will say, "Oooooh, what happens next?" - well, I wrote that already, here. A bit smutty, that. But not this.
Far From All Else
“Sleep in a musty tent instead of my wide, soft bed?" Théodred asked, puzzled. "Why? Do you miss sleeping out so much?"
"Because we have never been alone," Boromir replied. "Always there is someone nearby – separated by walls of stone or wood, or canvas, but there nonetheless." He shrugged. "I should like to have you wholly to myself for once."
Théodred had never considered the matter, but it was true, and the idea certainly had appeal. "Tomorrow night, then?"
Boromir’s pleased smile warmed Théodred more than it should have. He wondered what Boromir had planned, that they needed such solitude.