Love and Death
Part One
Author: Kinkyhobbit
Pairing: Boromir/Legolas
Genre: LOTR slash (movie-verse)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s characters, I’ve only borrowed them
to play with for a bit.
Summary: Legolas and Boromir at Lothlorien.
Love is
born
With a dark
and troubled face
When hope
is dead
In the most
unlikely place
Love is
born
Love is
always born
Michael Leunig
He was so grateful of their arrival in
Lothlorien he could not keep from smiling despite the pain inside. It was so
different to Rivendell, but it was still a home to him. A place that understood
him.
He watched Boromir speaking to
Aragorn, Boromir’s almost earnest manner matched as always by Aragorn’s cool
reserve. A real-life demonstration of their vast differences. He never got
tired of watching it happen, and it was a nice distraction for now.
Aragorn should have been an elf. His
years as a Ranger had made him quiet and reserved, certainly devoid of the
arrogance displayed by others of his race. He was deadly, but did not look it.
He had a grace and calm that other men did not possess. He was not rash or
overly emotional, but controlled and always ready. Just like an elf warrior.
He was a stark contrast to Boromir,
who often seemed merely to react to his surroundings, to what happened and what
was said. He didn’t seem to think very far ahead of the moment, and the way he
so readily displayed his thoughts and feelings for others to see was almost
naïve. He kept nothing hidden, it was all there on his face, and he had an easy
smile. Legolas found himself wondering if Boromir truly intended to be that
honest and open, or if he just did it without thinking.
Boromir seemed close to tears. They
all suffered, but the hobbits had closed in almost protectively with each
other, Gimli would not talk or reveal a thing, and Aragorn…as always, Aragorn
was strong. It was hard to see what he was feeling. Boromir was the only one
obviously close to the edge. Legolas found himself almost worrying about the
man. He liked him, he really did, and it surprised him how quickly he had begun
to feel that way.
But Legolas did not want to deal
with anyone else’s grief right now, much less his own. He did not often have to
see those he loved or cared for die. It was still so foreign a thing to him and
he wondered if he would ever get used to it. The last thing he thought before
he drifted into sleep was that he just might have to.
***
He was woken during the night by
footsteps. The soft tread of feet on moss and soil, the whisper of leaves. He
knew it was Boromir.
He followed the sound and found
Boromir pacing restlessly on the other side of the trees where they were
sleeping. The moonlight had drained his already pale skin.
“Take care you do not wander too
far, Boromir,” he said softly, smiling as Boromir jumped at his sudden
presence.
Boromir continued pacing, his arms
crossed in front of his chest. “I cannot sleep…I have tried, Legolas, but I
cannot. I just…I needed to find some…peace.” He spat the word as if he disliked
its taste, and looked up at the trees worryingly. “But we are never far from
her sight, are we.”
“That’s why you are safe here,”
replied Legolas softly.
Boromir turned to face him, his
frustration visible, his voice an urgent whisper. “Then why do I not feel
safe?”
“Because you will not allow yourself
to trust us.”
“I cannot.” Boromir shook his head.
“We are greeted with suspicion and distrust here, how can I trust them?”
“Do you trust me?”
Boromir swallowed and looked away.
“It is not the same.”
“Remember what you said at the
Council?” asked Legolas, grasping his arm. “By the blood of your people are our
lands kept safe? Would your people give so much for us if we could not be
trusted?”
Boromir closed his eyes and hung his
head, suddenly remembering it was Legolas’ strong arms that saved him at the
bridge. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry Legolas.”
Legolas let him go. Boromir sighed
and looked up, a strange, sad smile on his face. “I am afraid,” he said simply.
He was a soldier who was brave in
battle, but his position called for more than that. It called for him to be
brave for all his people too. For everyone. That was a burden he found
difficult to carry and often behind his eyes a frightened man looked out, well
aware he was out of his depth. Legolas glimpsed him before he was pulled back
into the shadows.
Legolas knew there was too much at
stake for it to all fall apart now. The Fellowship had to be kept intact. They
had to conquer each other’s fears. And Boromir…he tried to convince himself
that he wanted to be near Boromir to keep an eye on him, to keep him away from
Frodo and the Ring. But he wasn’t sure that was the reason.
Boromir turned to walk away again,
but Legolas’ words stopped him. “If I promise to stay near, will you try to
take some rest?”
Legolas put his hand on Boromir’s
arm, gently, letting it rest there. Boromir stared at him as if seeing him for
the first time. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but didn’t.
Legolas leaned closer. “This is a
safe place,” he said softly. “You will find no safer place outside your own
land.”
Boromir placed his hand over
Legolas’. Legolas glanced down, momentarily surprised.
Boromir stared at him, lost for
words, then simply nodded. They turned and walked in silence back to where the
rest of the Fellowship slept.
They returned to Boromir’s bed,
cushioned by moss under a tree. As Boromir lay down Legolas sat beside him,
watching. Boromir looked up at him as if trying to comprehend this sudden, more
intimate kindness.
“Are you not afraid?” he asked at
last, unable to think of anything else to say.
For a moment Legolas said nothing
and Boromir closed his eyes to sleep.
“We are all afraid,” said Legolas eventually.
“That’s why we are here.”
***
He dreamed.
Of a darkness that roared in his
ears. Of a fire that lived and breathed, angry and evil. Of staring helplessly,
knowing there was nothing he could do to fight this creature. Of wanting to
save Gandalf, so desperately wanting to, but turning and running instead.
Running like a frightened child. Out of his depth again.
He wasn’t sure if he had cried out.
He heard the sound in his head, deafening compared to the silence of the night.
He wasn’t sure.
His vision cleared with the touch of
a hand on his chest. He looked up into Legolas’ concerned face, eyes regarding
him steadily. He could not read them, but the hand was gentle as it pushed him
back down.
He felt tears coming and a sob
building in his chest. He pushed against Legolas’ hand, trying to sit up, and
Legolas pulled his hand away.
“I dreamt...I dreamt that...” tears
filled his eyes and he stared at Legolas. “It was no dream,” he said softly, as
the tears fell. “Was it?”
Legolas simply shook his head.
Boromir sat up, taking a deep shuddering breath. Legolas reached out and
grasped his forearm and Boromir leant his forehead against the elf's shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured as his
grief took him. He closed his eyes and let the tears fall unhindered. He hated
this loss. The terrible emptiness that inevitably followed. The feeling of
failing.
Legolas wasn’t sure what to do, but
he knew what Boromir needed. He put his arm around Boromir’s shoulders and
pulled him closer. Boromir let his head fall against Legolas’ chest, the elf’s
hand warm against his back. He tried not to sob too loudly, and when he did
Legolas put his other arm around him and held him tight to quieten him.
Legolas let his head fall back
against the tree, staring up at the sky. He tried to remember when he had
decided he liked Boromir after all. Without thinking he pressed his face into
Boromir’s hair and kissed him, then realised what he was doing and pulled back.
Boromir knew. He sniffed and lifted
his head, looking up at Legolas. Puzzled, almost surprised.
Legolas let him go and looked away.
“You should try to sleep.”
Boromir nodded, and then paused.
“Have you?”
“A little.”
Boromir sat up and stretched, then
sighed. “Don’t…” he swallowed nervously.
Legolas tilted his head, frowning,
and Boromir smiled and looked away.
“Stay,” he murmured. “Please.”
Legolas nodded. Boromir nodded in
response, and then went to lie down again. Legolas gently grasped his arms and
Boromir stopped, turning to look at him questioningly. Legolas said nothing,
but simply reached around Boromir’s body and quickly, easily pulled him back
against his own chest.
“I will be here.”
Boromir let it happen, too stunned
not to. Strong arms held him, gentle hands resting across his chest…he needed
this. He hadn’t realised how badly he needed it until this moment. He
remembered being held the same way before, for an instant, before they lost
Gandalf. Standing on the edge of a sheer drop and Legolas being quick enough to
grab him from behind and stop him from falling. Holding him safe…just like now.
He closed his eyes, hearing soft Elvish words in his ear. Soothing and calming.
Safe.
He was tired but still couldn’t
sleep. Legolas’ hand played absentmindedly with a clasp on his tunic and he
watched, fascinated, struck by how slender and delicate those fingers were. It
was a well-trained, highly-skilled hand that had taken many lives. It was a
warrior’s hand. No man could do the things Legolas did and have hands like
that. It was the little things that reminded him of what made elves so
different.
Without thinking he reached out and
touched Legolas’ fingers. They stilled and he pulled away, uncertain. Then
Legolas’ hand reached for his, grasping it gently, holding it warmly against
his chest. He closed his eyes.
He didn’t know how long he lay there
in those warm arms. He wasn’t sure when he first felt the soft brush of
Legolas’ lips against his brow. He turned slightly and looked up and saw those
dark, strong eyes regarding him gently. Legolas leaned closer and he did not
turn away or pull back, instead closing his eyes and awaiting the touch of
those lips on his own. And when they touched, he wanted nothing else in the
world except for them to stay.
***
Boromir woke. There
were no dreams this time, just the deep, restful sleep he had so badly needed.
He felt gentle movement beneath him and remembered…slow, gentle kisses,
soothing hands, strength and warmth. He lifted his head to see Legolas already
awake.
“Did you sleep?”
Legolas asked softly.
Boromir smiled. “Yes,
yes I did. Thank you.”
His gaze faltered as
the elf’s hand slowly caressed his chest.
“You?” he asked.
Legolas smiled. “Yes,
I slept.”
He felt drawn to those
lips again, but now it was different. The light in the forest was brighter and
Legolas seemed almost to glow with it. Boromir wasn’t sure what to do, but he
leant down anyway and was rewarded with a kiss from a mouth warm and welcoming.
When they parted he
gazed again into Legolas’ eyes, trying to read them, and failing.
“Is this…” he stopped,
not sure what he was asking.
“What?”
“Is it…now? Only now?”
“I don’t think we can ask for more. Not yet.”
He sighed, his hand
suddenly trembling as he reached to touch Legolas’ face. “I want more,” he whispered.
Legolas stood and held
out his hand. Boromir grasped it and Legolas pulled him to his feet.
“Come with me.”
He followed Legolas to
a secluded area where a stream became a pool which had been shaped into a more
permanent fixture. It was now deeper and larger and at the moment, totally
empty. They were alone.
He stopped, suddenly
nervous. Legolas turned to him and began to undress, locking eyes with him.
Boromir couldn’t take his eyes off Legolas and before he realised what he was doing
he stepped quickly forward, stilling the elf’s hands, removing his shirt for
him. He felt Legolas’ hands doing the same for him, Legolas dropping to his
knees to remove his boots and trousers. He licked his lips nervously as Legolas
glanced at his hardening cock and looked up at him.
“You…you don’t have
to…” Boromir said softly.
Legolas said nothing,
instead standing and following the stone steps into the water. Boromir watched
his body disappearing beneath the surface, creating only the tiniest ripples.
Boromir followed him and Legolas pulled him quickly into a long, deep kiss,
running his hands over his shoulders and chest, wetting his skin.
The water was warm,
probably from some kind of spring, and faint spears of sunlight somehow managed
to find their way down to play on the surface. It sparked and flashed brightly
in Boromir’s eyes and he found it easier to keep them closed as he explored
Legolas’s body.
Legolas pulled them
both under the water and then up, and Boromir relished the feel of the water
through his hair, Legolas tongue tracing the path of the droplets on his face.
Boromir found himself returning the gesture, following the droplets down
Legolas’ neck to his chest, down to the surface of the water. He suddenly felt
playful and ducked his head briefly under the water to nip at Legolas’
stomach.
Legolas moved behind
him and slid his arms around him, gently kissing his neck. Boromir let his head
fall back as Legolas stroked him, hands moving down his body, down his back and
pausing at his cleft. Boromir closed his eyes, a soft moan escaping his lips.
“Are you afraid now?”
whispered Legolas.
“No. No, I…” he
swallowed and turned to kiss Legolas again. “I want this,” he said softly.
He couldn’t believe
he’d said that, and couldn’t believe he let Legolas do that to him. Soldiers
did whatever they had to for companionship when they were away from home, and
it was usually devoid of any real emotional attachment, or at least no more
than was required to feel comfortable with each other. There was always an
understanding that it was merely satisfying a physical need, nothing more.
He kept looking at
Legolas’ hands, at his body and eyes, and he couldn’t ignore their power over
him. He worried that it was just a fascination with elves generally, that he
was just using Legolas to explore. The doubt grew in his mind as they kissed in
the water, as Legolas’ gentle but firm hands teased more from his body than he
thought he wanted to give.
But when Legolas
entered him, he knew.
He could feel the
stone against his back and Legolas holding him up in the water, pushing
gently inside him, slowly, watching his face. When he cried out softly and
tensed Legolas was still, and only when he opened his eyes again did Legolas
push further.
“Yes…”
He closed his eyes
again, reaching out to put his arms around Legolas. He felt warm lips on his
shoulder and neck as Legolas moved slowly inside him, and heard his name
whispered close to his ear.
“Boromir…”
He knew, in that moment,
what it all meant.
He wanted to ask
Legolas how he felt and what he wanted, and then scolded himself for being
so…he couldn’t even think of a word. He just felt Legolas would laugh at him if
he asked such questions. But he wanted to know, and wanted to tell him, too.
Tell him this wasn’t just a need, it was something more. Legolas meant
something to him.
And he would have
found a way to say all those things if Legolas hadn’t suddenly thrust deeper
into him, shuddering. Then he couldn’t speak, he could only stare at Legolas,
his head back, jaw clenched and eyes closed, releasing and filling him.
When Legolas opened
his eyes and smiled at him Boromir felt an overwhelming desire to do the same
for him, to give completely to him. Before he could move or think Legolas
gently withdrew from him and put his head down to take Boromir into his mouth.
He sucked slowly, gently, and it didn’t take much before Boromir arched his
back, thrusting upwards, fingers digging in to the elf’s shoulders. At last
Boromir felt it hit him and he came, Legolas stifling his last moans with a
kiss.
Kinkyhobbit 2002
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