Disclaimer: Tolkien created Middle-earth and all who dwell there.
‘Golden thatch, well-proportioned, subtle curves that were no mere ornament... beautiful aspects... laid-out to offer a fine dwelling...’
Boromir smiled in his sleep, dreaming of Meduseld... a room... quiet, private... with a wide bed, feather mattress, soft, warm furs...
He shifted – a tree root snagged his ribs, hard enough to wake him. Blurry-eyed, he gazed at the snuffling pile of sleepy Hobbits.
A quiet voice nearby murmured: “We sometimes call the body the house of the soul...”
Boromir grunted, before returning to dreams of a noble house... golden thatch of hair, subtle curve of hip... leading to that beautiful asssspect...