Dwimordene was wanting AUs for her birthday this year. Ergo, this tribble.
MEFAs, 2008:
Second Place-Genres: Alternate Universe: Other Fixed-Length Ficlets
MEFAs, 2008:
Second Place-Genres: Alternate Universe: Other Fixed-Length Ficlets
Seeing my weariness, Uncle suggested I get some sleep. Selfishly, I left the rule of the City in his hands for a little while longer, unwilling to take up Father’s legacy when his death was still fresh in my mind. At the Steward‘s House, I began divesting myself of my armor, staring blankly around my room at boyhood relics, too wound up to seek my rest despite my exhaustion.
A knock at the door, and the sound of it opening. My back turned, thinking it was the bath I had ordered, I called over my shoulder, “Just put it by the hearth. Thank you.”
Instead of a servant, a familiar deep voice inquired softly, “Are you well, lad? Boromir?”
Andra. Never before had he come here. Never before would he have dared. The world, I realized suddenly, had changed. Father is dead, and Valar forgive me, we are free!
I spun around and took two strides. He kicked the door shut, and took two of his own. We met in a muted clash of metal, both battle-grimed, neither caring. I buried my nose in Andra’s badger hair, and beneath the smells of sweat and steel, of leather and horse, caught the faintest whiff of the spice-scented soap he always used. That, more than anything else that had happened, made me truly understand at last.
I am home!