Rating: G - ish
Source: The Inn of Uendo
Disclaimer: Tolkien owns it all… apart from the bits he rejects as non-canonical!
...He tugged another lace hard, it slipped its knot easily... his hands dived into warmth, slid against... against...
“Boromir...” crooned his beloved’s voice.
Someone shook him awake.
Boromir snatched his hands from inside his trews with a guilty start, blushing furiously in the darkness; hoping the ranger’s eyes and ears were not as sharp as that elf’s...
“You moaned... I wondered if it was illness, or bad dreams...?”
“Dreams – yes,” mumbled Boromir.
He felt the ranger slump beside him.
Into the lengthy silence, Aragorn whispered, “...I have those dreams too...”
Boromir leant over... he tugged another lace hard...