Source: Fourth Age
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s hero... *thinks* ...Kortirion’s hero too!
Morning. Aragorn stirred, his bare leg brushed the soft, sable coverlet he insisted be draped over his bed, summer and winter. He lay still, savouring those few precious moments alone. His beautiful queen had her own apartments - where he was always welcome... but, after all those years apart, they both preferred to have their own bed.
He half-smiled ‘...so many years he’d done without such luxuries, sometimes even without necessities!’ he thought ruefully. ‘...Without fires, without food... ‘
His hand brushed the sable, just like Boromir’s cloak. His eyes closed. ‘...so brief...’
What he hadn’t considered, was doing without Boromir.