Character: Boromir, Aragorn
Disclaimer: Not my hot Gondorians, property of JRRT.
Notes: for the sweet challenge. And I know there are far too many instances of 's' here, but hey, go with it!
In the darkest hours Boromir almost surfaces from a sleep soothed by whispered Elvish words, words that slip somnolently from the lips of the ranger king in whose arms he lies.
Safe and secure, he drops back down into the sweetest of dreams. Here he is shielded by a force mightier than battle, fiercer than anger, stronger than death.
When the sun rises they will not speak of this, and when it sets they will lay out their bedrolls apart.
Yet in the darkest hours they will once again find themselves together in this place.
And it shall be good.