Lord of the Rings (Legolas/Boromir)

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Title: Company
Author: monitorscreen
Rating: PG13
Warnings: --
Word count: 509
Summary: A relationship built under the eaves of mallon trees.
Prompt: October 23 - Lord of the Rings, Legolas/Boromir: emotional detachment/fuck and leave, assertive Legolas - "What happens in Lothlorien, stays in Lothlorien."
A/N: This is very much late. My apologies.


Company
by monitor screen


Boromir had not expected Legolas. Stranded in this strange forest, he imagined the Elf would make the most of opportunities to spend time with his kin. And even should Legolas wish to seek out one of the Fellowship, Boromir did not consider himself a likely candidate; despite their southward journey together, he and the Elf were by no means close.

Yet here Legolas was, all sleek poise and serene grace. There was appeal in something so pure, strong but delicate. It induced the desire to hold, cherish and devour...

The Elf's voice was clear like spring, "I think you might like the company. I brought wine."

It was more than surreal. They talked, of peaceful times and joyous matters, of crafts and customs, of merriment. And when night fell, and ethereal lights rose among the mallon trees, Legolas stood, fluid and crisp, taking his leave with a smile.

That night, Boromir dreamt of milky skin, and golden silk.

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Legolas visited him the next day as well. And the next, and the next. Throughout the Fellowship's stay in Lothlorien, they kept up with their friendly meetings. Boromir could not help but be secretly gleeful over his growing relationship with the Elf. Not that he should, mind; it was not like Legolas's presence was a privilege. Indeed he knew that the Elf had taken to going on adventures with the Dwarf. But surely explorations of the land could not compare to explorations of the mind? To be able to hold the interest of one of the Eldar...

Boromir felt unreasonably proud of himself.

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On their second last day in Lothlorien, Legolas came to him under starlight. He caught Boromir in only his breeches. Boromir refused to blush.

"Curious." Slender, deadly fingers traced tentatively along the muscles on his arms, his back and his waist. He could feel the quiet breaths tickling his hair.

"I could say the same of you," he murmured when the Elf glided around to face him. Clad scantily, the fine lines of Legolas's torso were visible under the thin fabric. And all that skin beneath... Boromir swallowed.

Gentle fingers brushed his beard; then unexpectedly, a chaste kiss on his lips. "True," a humoured smile.

Boromir was not a prissy man. He took care when care was warranted, but he did not mind skipping a few considerations when opportunities presented themselves. Boldly, he clasped that smooth jaw, and pressed into those soft, pink lips. He could feel the smile widen as a sly tongue engaged him in a dance.

It was exhilarating.

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The next time when Boromir saw the Elf, they were boarding the swan boats for departure. In his travelling gears once more, Legolas looked as prime as any other elves. But Boromir remembered those cheeks flushed, that form arched, the fresh scent of trees and earth.

He tried to catch Legolas's eyes, to maybe share a secretive smile. But the Elf only nodded politely at him in passing, nimbly jumping into a boat after Gimli.

Boromir told himself not to feel too disappointed.


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