Rating: PG – ish
Disclaimer: Tolkien made Middle-earth... but he might have disowned this bit!
Apologies: This is a double drabble... it just wouldn’t go down and stay coherent...!
Notes: Those familiar with my writing will recognise the OFC mentioned; those not – you’ll find some stories from ‘The Blue Book of Melleth’ at HASA – but not this particular one! I think there’d be canon-police apoplexy!
The Fellowship were in Lorien. Their weariness eased, now they could relax - bathe, sleep, take comfort in sanctuary and safety.
Boromir stared, he couldn’t help himself; he’d never seen one close-up before.
“Did it hurt?” he said finally.
“Like Sauron’s Fire!” Aragorn said emphatically
Aragorn had become uncomfortable with this line of questioning - coupled with such close inspection. He rolled over, his back to Boromir, who, unabashed, was not about to let this intimacy go unanswered.
“...and who did it?”
“A... you must have really crossed the line there! She must have been livid!”
“Nooo - nothing like that!”
Aragorn knew he would have no sleep until he explained.
“She was my guide, we were travelling in Harad. There all the men are... To not have been would have marked me out at the public baths.”
“A woman? I wouldn’t like to meet her!”
“You already have.”
“Your Amah. Now go to sleep!”
Boromir considered this. She sometimes dressed like a Haradrim. She certainly fought like one... and as a child she’d often threatened to cut his off when she caught him playing pranks...
Boromir’s burst of laughter resounded through the glade.