Disclaimer: Tolkien’s Middle-earth – Kortirion’s racy thoughts…
Boromir swayed dog-tired in the saddle as his horse plodded on. The Lodge was in sight, still distant, but welcome; a halfway-house between Minas Tirith and Meduseld. Somewhere for soldiers to rest, traders to change horses, old friends to meet, and lovers... Boromir smiled, ‘Maybe that too...’
His thoughts wandered - so much of his life was lived ‘between’... between skirmishes, between forays, between life and death even... all he wished for was some time to himself between duties. He grinned ruefully, ‘life was duty - his especially!’
Later, his wish was fulfilled... relaxing between cool sheets and Théodred’s warm thighs.