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Firelights Drabble Series: Aragorn/Boromir
Author: Archet
(Drabble) Series: Firelights
Title: Ember Light (3/3)
Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Boromir returns.
Disclaimer: I did not originate nor create these characters, only these drabble/s.
Archive: Rugbytackle, my LJ. Anyone else please ask.
Note/s: while each drabble stands alone, they are meant to be read in order as follows: Heavenly Fire, Beacon Fire, Ember Light. Contains miraculously!undead Boromir, and worshipful!Aragorn.
Feedback: much appreciated
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Twilight breaks, its cloak of gentle shadow unfurls. You, my stubborn Man, whispered my name once today. But the whisper did not last, and still you sleep. Your face is a pale shadow in the dusk, so I light the candle.
Fire suits you better than twilight’s silver and shade, and suddenly the gold in your hair shines. But, this is nothing next to the fire in your green eyes. My breath stills. I am undone. Your eyes glow, emerald ember-light, banked yet holding such warmth.
Reaching out, I weep, for my stubborn Man has returned to me.
My Boromir.
(Drabble) Series: Firelights
Title: Ember Light (3/3)
Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Boromir returns.
Disclaimer: I did not originate nor create these characters, only these drabble/s.
Archive: Rugbytackle, my LJ. Anyone else please ask.
Note/s: while each drabble stands alone, they are meant to be read in order as follows: Heavenly Fire, Beacon Fire, Ember Light. Contains miraculously!undead Boromir, and worshipful!Aragorn.
Feedback: much appreciated
~*~
Twilight breaks, its cloak of gentle shadow unfurls. You, my stubborn Man, whispered my name once today. But the whisper did not last, and still you sleep. Your face is a pale shadow in the dusk, so I light the candle.
Fire suits you better than twilight’s silver and shade, and suddenly the gold in your hair shines. But, this is nothing next to the fire in your green eyes. My breath stills. I am undone. Your eyes glow, emerald ember-light, banked yet holding such warmth.
Reaching out, I weep, for my stubborn Man has returned to me.
My Boromir.
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