An AU Boromir!Lives drabble.
“You’re not suppose to be here. Men are barred from the Shire, you know.”
Hidden from raucous party revelers, Pippin raised his ale mug in salute and clanked it against the one held across from him.
“What’s the King going to do? Dismiss his Captain of the Guard?” the hooded man mused with an infectious grin. “I’d have to arrest myself.”
The young hobbit chuckled and together they drained a pair of foaming tankards.
“Besides, I couldn’t miss sharing a toast with my dear friend and fellow soldier on the occasion of his wedding.”
“Well, Boromir, I’m glad you’re here!”