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wiseheart, whose Elladan/Boromir stories were the inspiration, at last I'm finally getting around to posting it. And while Aragorn/Boromir is definitely still my One True Pairing, I'll always love Soledad's E/B. :)
Title: A New Year
Author: Archet
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Elladan/Boromir
Summary: Elladan finds Boromir alone as the New Year approaches.
Disclaimer: These characters don’t belong to me, nor did I create them. I only made the ficlet.
Note: This Elladan and Boromir are based on Soledad’s unique interpretation of these characters in her AU work in progress “Seal On My Heart” where Boromir does not die at Parth Galen. This ficlet is set after the war of the ring and while it is helpful to have read Soledad’s stories, it isn’t required in order to follow along here. You can find “Seal On My Heart” here: Soledad's fic
I’ve written one other Elladan/Boromir ficlet which I consider a companion to A New Year. It can be found here: Dawn though again reading it isn’t required to follow along here.
Dedication: forwiseheart
Feedback: is desired, and most welcome
Warnings: none, well...there’s sap.
~*~
Elladan found Boromir on the eastern ramparts, standing beneath the standard of Gondor that was a pale shadow against the evening sky, its silver stitched device depicting the White Tree glimmering like starlight. The length of fabric unfurled upon a sudden cold breeze, and the slight rustle of the standard’s movement and that of the wind were the only sounds that broke the silence of the night. The sky was brimming with the light of a full moon, yet here and there the cold glint of stars pricked through that gentle luminance, and as Elladan paused in the doorway he was captured by the sight of his lover who stood awash in moonbeams.
Boromir seemed not to have heard the bare sound of the door creaking open, or either he simply choose not to notice. He stood leaning against the stone parapet of the tower, face tilted up, seemingly studying the brilliant night and Elladan let his gaze travel over his lover’s profile unchecked.
The winds stirred Boromir’s hair, feathering it back from his face and ruffling his tunic, a thin loose fitting garment with laces at the neck which were undone and left trailing, revealing the arch of his neck, pale in the moonlight. Though the parapet cast a shadow from Boromir’s waist to his feet, Elladan’s sharp elven eyes easily made out the black leggings and bare feet.
Elladan smiled at the night, at the vision that was his lover, and stepped away from the shadowed doorway, relishing the cool fingers of the wind on his face and in his hair. Like Boromir, he too wore leggings and a similar tunic, and in his hands he carried a soft, fur trimmed cloak.
Soundlessly he strode across the tower, unable to keep the smile from his face as he stepped close behind Boromir, settled the cloak over his broad shoulders and dropped a warm kiss behind Boromir’s ear.
“I must wonder, what has driven you from our warm bed to this cold tower top? Surely not the company, my love?”
At this Boromir chuckled, unsurprised by his lover’s appearance, and leaned back into Elladan’s arms as they slipped around his waist.
“Nay, love. Never think that.”
As he spoke Boromir turned his head, lifted his hand to cradle the back of his Elf’s head, drawing him down for a deep, lingering kiss that left them both breathless. Boromir kept his hand against Elladan’s hair and his fingers flexed and tightened in the silky strands when he felt night cool hands slip beneath his tunic, then over his taut belly, traveling upwards to settle over his heart. Boromir’s eyes slid shut briefly, a contented hum in his throat as he shuddered beneath Elladan’s hands.
Elladan grinned at the response brought by his touch and he cradled Boromir in his embrace for long moments before speaking. “This year is nearly done. Wouldn’t you rather spend its passing in our bed wrapped in my arms rather than the night’s?”
Boromir was quiet for a moment, and though unable to see his Elf’s eyes or expression, he thought he sensed a gentle sadness in his lover. A familiar sadness that he suspected was born from the passing of another year, that time was passing and that another year of their, to Elladan’s elven eyes, too short life together on this earth was slipping by and away.
Boromir’s fingers threaded deeper into Elladan’s soft, midnight hair. He looked up into his lover’s face and smiled, knowing that Elladan would feel his love, his devotion just as surely as they both felt the chill of the night, and the warmth where their bodies were pressed close. If asked, he could not explain with words how he knew, yet he simply did.
“I would rather be no where else.”
He pulled Elladan down for another kiss, this one hard and delving, and when they broke away long moments later his eyes lingered on the way the moonlight shone against his Elf’s wet, kiss swollen mouth.
When Boromir looked into Elladan’s dark eyes he thought he yet still saw a question lingering there, and in the same certainty that he knew Elladan loved and needed him, he also knew that his lover’s question needed an answer.
“When we were boys, Faramir and I often came here.” He dropped his hand from Elladan’s hair and placed it on his tunic, covering Elladan’s were they rested flush against his chest. He turned to gaze out over the lands of Gondor that lay under shifting veils of moonlight and shadow, and thought of days long past, glad for the wrap of his lover’s arms around him.
“We came here on the eve of the passing of each year and as brothers, and sometimes with a flask of purloined wine, welcomed in the next.”
He paused, seeking the words to explain why indeed, he had left the warm haven of their bed and sought the tower top.
“I suppose I only wanted to come here once more and remember those times, for they were happy, uncomplicated. I suppose, I’m missing my brother already.”
Elladan tightened his arms around Boromir, dipped his head and nuzzled the warm spot behind Boromir’s ear. “I am truly glad Faramir was able to visit, Boromir. I wish for you both that duty had not called him away so soon, I know he loves you and you him. A brother’s love is very precious.”
Resting his head back against Elladan’s shoulder, Boromir nodded, knowing that Elladan truly did understand and was thinking of his own brother, now parted from him. Once, simply speaking of Faramir would have left Boromir aching, but now he found the old ache diminished, and he was simply content to be with Elladan and watch the lands beneath the veil of night and let the memories comfort him instead of cut. He was content to await the coming of a new year, and he felt his contentment mirrored in his lover. Some time passed with them standing this way before Boromir spoke again.
“I came here to remember something else, you know.”
Elladan pressed a kiss against Boromir’s hair. “Yes?”
Boromir turned his face and pressed his lips into the curve of Elladan’s neck, and when he spoke it was in a rough whisper and his breath was warm against Elladan’s skin.
“I was remembering the night where we were together for the first time. I was remembering the way you took me, into your bed, your arms, your heart. I was giving thanks for that night, and every night since.”
Now it was Elladan who shivered and his need and love for the man in his arms was such that he could not readily find words to speak.
Boromir pressed another kiss to Elladan’s neck, eliciting another shudder. When he spoke the smile was apparent in his voice. “Ah, I’ve finally rendered you speechless. About time, I should think.”
Elladan laughed, it was impossible not to at Boromir’s smug, self-satisfied tone, and with his own voice filled with teasing, replied. “Ah, what am I to do with one such as you, my Boromir?”
There had been a time when such a question would have brought the sadness rushing down upon them sharp as a blade, but somewhere, somehow the wounds they both would always carry had healed somewhat. There had been a time where Boromir might have said that Elladan would have been better served to have remained with his family, his own kind, and left Boromir to his mortality, but that time had passed, thankfully, and now Boromir only grinned.
“Take me to bed, perhaps?”
Elladan shook his head, so grateful that he sensed no shadow of guilt in Boromir, guilt the man had taken upon himself when Elladan had chosen to give up his elven immortality to remain by his lover’s side. Boromir would always hold some sadness, Elladan knew, but he felt none now, and to hear his beloved speak his heart without hesitation, to hear him tease about being taken to bed yet, left Elladan’s own heart fairly soaring.
Elladan pressed his body into Boromir’s, his desire apparent to them both.
“Yes, I think this idea has merit. Perhaps you are not so brick-headed as I thought.”
Pulling away Elladan snared Boromir’s hand and tugged him away from the stone parapet toward the door, and together, laughing at their play, they headed inside, leaving the standard of Gondor to ride the breeze, a pale shadow of silver and white.
A short walk down the spiraling stairway and through a shadowed hall found them returned to their bedroom where a fire snapped in the hearth, and Elladan laid Boromir down on their wide, welcoming bed and undressed him, pressing kisses to the warm skin as it was revealed. Boromir arched into Elladan’s touch, letting his lover do as he would and trembled when the words beautiful and beloved and later, mine, were whispered against his skin. And then the words fell away, for none was needed. Each felt the other’s desire and the strength of their love was as music in the air only they two could hear.
They came together as tangle of limbs, as a press of warm skin against warm skin, as need and heat, and each gave and each took and as they loved and lost themselves in one another, the old year slipped away unmourned and the new arrived, unnoticed.
wiseheart, whose Elladan/Boromir stories were the inspiration, at last I'm finally getting around to posting it. And while Aragorn/Boromir is definitely still my One True Pairing, I'll always love Soledad's E/B. :)Title: A New Year
Author: Archet
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Elladan/Boromir
Summary: Elladan finds Boromir alone as the New Year approaches.
Disclaimer: These characters don’t belong to me, nor did I create them. I only made the ficlet.
Note: This Elladan and Boromir are based on Soledad’s unique interpretation of these characters in her AU work in progress “Seal On My Heart” where Boromir does not die at Parth Galen. This ficlet is set after the war of the ring and while it is helpful to have read Soledad’s stories, it isn’t required in order to follow along here. You can find “Seal On My Heart” here: Soledad's fic
I’ve written one other Elladan/Boromir ficlet which I consider a companion to A New Year. It can be found here: Dawn though again reading it isn’t required to follow along here.
Dedication: for
wiseheartFeedback: is desired, and most welcome
Warnings: none, well...there’s sap.
~*~
Elladan found Boromir on the eastern ramparts, standing beneath the standard of Gondor that was a pale shadow against the evening sky, its silver stitched device depicting the White Tree glimmering like starlight. The length of fabric unfurled upon a sudden cold breeze, and the slight rustle of the standard’s movement and that of the wind were the only sounds that broke the silence of the night. The sky was brimming with the light of a full moon, yet here and there the cold glint of stars pricked through that gentle luminance, and as Elladan paused in the doorway he was captured by the sight of his lover who stood awash in moonbeams.
Boromir seemed not to have heard the bare sound of the door creaking open, or either he simply choose not to notice. He stood leaning against the stone parapet of the tower, face tilted up, seemingly studying the brilliant night and Elladan let his gaze travel over his lover’s profile unchecked.
The winds stirred Boromir’s hair, feathering it back from his face and ruffling his tunic, a thin loose fitting garment with laces at the neck which were undone and left trailing, revealing the arch of his neck, pale in the moonlight. Though the parapet cast a shadow from Boromir’s waist to his feet, Elladan’s sharp elven eyes easily made out the black leggings and bare feet.
Elladan smiled at the night, at the vision that was his lover, and stepped away from the shadowed doorway, relishing the cool fingers of the wind on his face and in his hair. Like Boromir, he too wore leggings and a similar tunic, and in his hands he carried a soft, fur trimmed cloak.
Soundlessly he strode across the tower, unable to keep the smile from his face as he stepped close behind Boromir, settled the cloak over his broad shoulders and dropped a warm kiss behind Boromir’s ear.
“I must wonder, what has driven you from our warm bed to this cold tower top? Surely not the company, my love?”
At this Boromir chuckled, unsurprised by his lover’s appearance, and leaned back into Elladan’s arms as they slipped around his waist.
“Nay, love. Never think that.”
As he spoke Boromir turned his head, lifted his hand to cradle the back of his Elf’s head, drawing him down for a deep, lingering kiss that left them both breathless. Boromir kept his hand against Elladan’s hair and his fingers flexed and tightened in the silky strands when he felt night cool hands slip beneath his tunic, then over his taut belly, traveling upwards to settle over his heart. Boromir’s eyes slid shut briefly, a contented hum in his throat as he shuddered beneath Elladan’s hands.
Elladan grinned at the response brought by his touch and he cradled Boromir in his embrace for long moments before speaking. “This year is nearly done. Wouldn’t you rather spend its passing in our bed wrapped in my arms rather than the night’s?”
Boromir was quiet for a moment, and though unable to see his Elf’s eyes or expression, he thought he sensed a gentle sadness in his lover. A familiar sadness that he suspected was born from the passing of another year, that time was passing and that another year of their, to Elladan’s elven eyes, too short life together on this earth was slipping by and away.
Boromir’s fingers threaded deeper into Elladan’s soft, midnight hair. He looked up into his lover’s face and smiled, knowing that Elladan would feel his love, his devotion just as surely as they both felt the chill of the night, and the warmth where their bodies were pressed close. If asked, he could not explain with words how he knew, yet he simply did.
“I would rather be no where else.”
He pulled Elladan down for another kiss, this one hard and delving, and when they broke away long moments later his eyes lingered on the way the moonlight shone against his Elf’s wet, kiss swollen mouth.
When Boromir looked into Elladan’s dark eyes he thought he yet still saw a question lingering there, and in the same certainty that he knew Elladan loved and needed him, he also knew that his lover’s question needed an answer.
“When we were boys, Faramir and I often came here.” He dropped his hand from Elladan’s hair and placed it on his tunic, covering Elladan’s were they rested flush against his chest. He turned to gaze out over the lands of Gondor that lay under shifting veils of moonlight and shadow, and thought of days long past, glad for the wrap of his lover’s arms around him.
“We came here on the eve of the passing of each year and as brothers, and sometimes with a flask of purloined wine, welcomed in the next.”
He paused, seeking the words to explain why indeed, he had left the warm haven of their bed and sought the tower top.
“I suppose I only wanted to come here once more and remember those times, for they were happy, uncomplicated. I suppose, I’m missing my brother already.”
Elladan tightened his arms around Boromir, dipped his head and nuzzled the warm spot behind Boromir’s ear. “I am truly glad Faramir was able to visit, Boromir. I wish for you both that duty had not called him away so soon, I know he loves you and you him. A brother’s love is very precious.”
Resting his head back against Elladan’s shoulder, Boromir nodded, knowing that Elladan truly did understand and was thinking of his own brother, now parted from him. Once, simply speaking of Faramir would have left Boromir aching, but now he found the old ache diminished, and he was simply content to be with Elladan and watch the lands beneath the veil of night and let the memories comfort him instead of cut. He was content to await the coming of a new year, and he felt his contentment mirrored in his lover. Some time passed with them standing this way before Boromir spoke again.
“I came here to remember something else, you know.”
Elladan pressed a kiss against Boromir’s hair. “Yes?”
Boromir turned his face and pressed his lips into the curve of Elladan’s neck, and when he spoke it was in a rough whisper and his breath was warm against Elladan’s skin.
“I was remembering the night where we were together for the first time. I was remembering the way you took me, into your bed, your arms, your heart. I was giving thanks for that night, and every night since.”
Now it was Elladan who shivered and his need and love for the man in his arms was such that he could not readily find words to speak.
Boromir pressed another kiss to Elladan’s neck, eliciting another shudder. When he spoke the smile was apparent in his voice. “Ah, I’ve finally rendered you speechless. About time, I should think.”
Elladan laughed, it was impossible not to at Boromir’s smug, self-satisfied tone, and with his own voice filled with teasing, replied. “Ah, what am I to do with one such as you, my Boromir?”
There had been a time when such a question would have brought the sadness rushing down upon them sharp as a blade, but somewhere, somehow the wounds they both would always carry had healed somewhat. There had been a time where Boromir might have said that Elladan would have been better served to have remained with his family, his own kind, and left Boromir to his mortality, but that time had passed, thankfully, and now Boromir only grinned.
“Take me to bed, perhaps?”
Elladan shook his head, so grateful that he sensed no shadow of guilt in Boromir, guilt the man had taken upon himself when Elladan had chosen to give up his elven immortality to remain by his lover’s side. Boromir would always hold some sadness, Elladan knew, but he felt none now, and to hear his beloved speak his heart without hesitation, to hear him tease about being taken to bed yet, left Elladan’s own heart fairly soaring.
Elladan pressed his body into Boromir’s, his desire apparent to them both.
“Yes, I think this idea has merit. Perhaps you are not so brick-headed as I thought.”
Pulling away Elladan snared Boromir’s hand and tugged him away from the stone parapet toward the door, and together, laughing at their play, they headed inside, leaving the standard of Gondor to ride the breeze, a pale shadow of silver and white.
A short walk down the spiraling stairway and through a shadowed hall found them returned to their bedroom where a fire snapped in the hearth, and Elladan laid Boromir down on their wide, welcoming bed and undressed him, pressing kisses to the warm skin as it was revealed. Boromir arched into Elladan’s touch, letting his lover do as he would and trembled when the words beautiful and beloved and later, mine, were whispered against his skin. And then the words fell away, for none was needed. Each felt the other’s desire and the strength of their love was as music in the air only they two could hear.
They came together as tangle of limbs, as a press of warm skin against warm skin, as need and heat, and each gave and each took and as they loved and lost themselves in one another, the old year slipped away unmourned and the new arrived, unnoticed.
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Hey, you should come to the Otherwords board some day, if for nothing else than for reading the Lórien soap opera. We'll need someone to play Boromir, eventually, when the Fellowship reaches Lórien. Although that would take some time.*g*
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I have the link for Otherworlds but haven't been there to look around, I've only just recently caught up on reading my list email, but haven't received anything lately and am wondering if I'm not getting messages in my inbox...I've never really frequented a board like Otherworlds, but on the quick look I had it looks pretty good!
The rpg sounds fun, though I have no experience with them other than reading them. I was afraid to say that I'd join in, as well, I didn't think I'd fit in very well. I'm pretty clueless when it comes to things Tolkien compared to the other active members, and Elves aren't my primary interest, but playing Boromir definitely holds interest. *g* I don't know, something to think about.
By the way, the Yahoo list hasn't been setup yet has it, or have I missed it somehow?
Hope you're doing well, *hugs*
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Some of the player in the soap aren't that well-versed in Tolkien either. Not everyone is a geek like me.*g* But it's your choice, no pressure at all. Signing up would only mean that you can actually read what the others are writing - it'll be pretty much the same main plot as the movies, only we allow the Elves to have some private fun. Jillian is planning to invent the Elven equivalent of strip poker - I hope she actually does it it'd be hilarious.
It's not a deadly serious canon thing anyway. We just want to have something to laugh.
The new group hasn't been set up yet. We're waiting for the return of Tolkanonms, as she'll be the one in charge there.