Warnings: implied other Fellowship members getting jiggy with it
Source: LoTR but certainly not as JRRT envisaged it!
Disclaimer: not my characters, they belong to The Professor. Who is turning in his grave as we speak.
Notes: for the smell prompt and for shebit cos I said I would.
Follows Bonds of friendship
Boromir couldn’t recall ever having been awoken by a smell before, but this one was pungent to say the least.
Roused by his companion’s restlessness, Aragorn laughed at Boromir’s confusion.
‘That isn't something I've smelt before either, but I know what it is.’
‘It makes me think of leaves, fresh green leaves, yet also it's hard and cold. Unyielding. Like rock.’
‘Exactly! And who does that remind you of?’
Boromir thought hard for a moment before realisation struck, then burrowed his head under his blanket and wailed.
‘Nooo! That is so wrong!’
‘Essence of elf, musk of dwarf…’