Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Summary: Boromir finds a warmer welcome than he expected.
Warnings: Threesomeness, though nothing graphic.
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please!
Author's Note: I've got a vague memory of seeing the title on a CD somewhere.
Cross-Posted were_lemur, tolkien_weekly, sons_of_gondor, polyfic, dyinginhisname
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Disclaimer: Tolkien’s. Just borrowing. Please don’t sue!
Though winters in Rivendell were nowhere near as harsh as those of Minas Tirith, Boromir could not help but notice the chill in the air. Though he supposed it might be his hosts; Elves had never struck him as a particularly warm and friendly people.
Not, at least, until Arwen took his hand and led him back to her rooms. To his surprise, Aragorn was waiting there. Though what surprised him most was himself; how he let them undress him, touch him ...
No, he decided later, as he lay between them ... winter in Rivendell could be quite warm.