Warnings: rampant Rohirrim
Book/Source: LotR sorta thing
Disclaimer: not my horselord - he belongs to the Professor
Note: for the taste : bitter challenge and specially for just_ann_now because she likes a bit of hot horseboy.
It was, he thought, Grimbold who had given him his first taste of ale. Warm and sour, brewed strong for long cold nights upon the plains.
Not that the gulp went very far, for he spat it out and retched horribly, much to the amusement of the gathered Rohirrim.
He had sworn never to touch the stuff again.
Older now, he found no need to join in soldiers’ drinking games.
Now he had but one craving, one single need – the bitter taste of Boromir upon his tongue.
Of that he could take his fill, yet still ever thirst for more.