Characters: Young Boromir/Young Théodred
Source: Pre-Ring War
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s world and everything therein
Young Boromir lay facing the wall pretending to sleep; he felt the mattress give as a warm, heavy body sat behind him. A hand stroked his hair, drifting to rest comfortingly on his shoulder.
“It’s all right... everyone’s arrow fails sometimes,” whispered Théodred, “It happens to all of us.”
“But it’s never happened to me!” Boromir blurted, his voice filled with chagrin.
“Turn around,” cajoled Theo, “Please...”
Boromir slowly turned, looked into Theo’ eyes... ‘Oh the shame!’ Blushing pink, he tried to hide, but Theo held him.
“It doesn’t matter...”
“But... to lose an archery contest – and to your sister!”