Disclaimer: Tolkien’s men... Kortirion’s fantasy - a late entry for the Stardust challenge. ~_^
Points of light flickering in the darkness – he could barely restrain his urge to reach out from his sleeping place by the fire – so near and yet so far... Would they feel fiery? Or cold as ice? Star-frost or star-fire? Aragorn watched beneath half-closed lids, willing them closer... before drowsing, a half-smile making him look younger, less care-worn, without his habitual wary frown.
And in the night, the scattered star-dust drew nearer... near enough to feel the warmth radiating beneath...
Aragorn’s tentative fingers grazed the gilded embroidery of Boromir’s surcoat, tracing constellations in the golden stars trailed across his shoulders.