Warning: Back in my own element: this is slash!
Source: LotR, Post-War
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Tolkien.
“The binding of the last sheaf is a sacred act.”
Startled, Faramir looks up at the King who allegedly has come to ‘inspect’. Aragorn is nodding decisively. “An ancient Gondorian tradition...”
“It is?” A sea of reaped corn surrounds them.
“Indeed. It involves a kiss for the King."
Aragorn edges closer with glittering eyes that settle on Faramir’s lips.
“Would this be similar to all the other ‘ancient traditions’ you have recently invented?” Faramir lets his waist be encircled by a strong arm.
“Could be,” Aragorn grins. “Come, honour the tradition!”
With a smile and a raised eyebrow, Faramir does.