Rating: Caution - slash implied
Disclaimer: Tolkien created Middle-earth and all who dwell therein – Kortirion’s just visiting.
His eyes spoke of tempests... his body, held in check by a will of steel, but his hands whispered, tender possibilities - though his lips... were silent. Great strength was there, like little he’d met before, courage, of that he was sure, but also caution, wariness... cunning, and if he was lucky... skill. Oh... those hands would be skilled... yes...
The man started guiltily.
Samwise handed him a bowl. The Hobbits huddled at the back of the cave they’d found to shelter from the deluge. Boromir ducked his head...
Aragorn ghosted a smile... aware he’d been judged.