Source: Pre-Ring War
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s characters… Kortirion’s interpretation
Notes: just_ann_now wanted something Rohirric
So late in the year, a bed-side fire was warranted... Théodred told himself.
The golden, rippling shadows beside him smouldered low, Théodred stretched out his hand, feeling the warmth spreading upwards. He sprawled bare-chested, bare-limbed atop the wide bed... the padded quilts tossed aside, his skin slicked with sweat, mouth dry, eyes hooded, but not with sleep.
Gilded shadows turned themselves under his gaze... new patterns glimmered, now reddened by the flickering firelight across the room. Théodred reached out...
“Boromir, you inflame me like no other,” he whispered, voice husky.
Boromir mumbled sleepily, his flame rising beneath the rohir’s touch.