Rating: Note the ‘slash’!
Source: Pre-Ring War
Disclaimer: Tolkien created this world and its characters, Kortirion created this drabble.
It was raining. Hard. When the Gondorians met the waiting Rohirrim everything was soaked, cloaks, mail, shirts... right to the skin. Boromir was so cold his teeth shattered when he spoke. The farmstead was too small to accommodate forty young men; they must use the barns.
Space had been cleared for fires; Théodred helped Boromir remove wet clothing, provided dry blankets and sat him to warm. Later, they quietly retired to a snug nest.
The milchmaid spied them next morning, rosy-warm, gently steaming, sleep-twined in the hay.
‘Well...’ she thought, ‘I seen stews cooked in a hay-box, but n’er men!’