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[claudia603]

More OTP spammage...*g*


Boromir could no longer deny the ache that festered in his chest whenever Frodo walked away from the company to consult with Aragorn in private. They allegedly held council to discuss the paths Aragorn must choose for the company, and it was only fair to procure the input of the Ringbearer.

Frodo returned to camp flushed, his hair mussed, sometimes buttons missing from his vest, a part of his shirt left tucked out. Aragorn always returned just a few moments later, calm, his eyes soft and yearning.

Aragorn had indeed supplanted him, but not in the way he had expected.

Comments

[beruscats.livejournal.com]

I always like a mussed Frodo, but it's Aragorn's soft and yearning eyes that get to me here. I'd throw Boromir over for that any day. :-)

[claudia603.livejournal.com]

Yep, and he's the one getting laid, too, here. Poor Boromir...:-)