Beregond had confiscated the small still from a tavern. Now it sat a-top a banked fire and the scent of rosemary was beginning to cut, fresh, through the peat haze as clear liquor dripped into a bowl.
Out in the sunshine Boromir, licking his lips, hunched over the trough of pricked and pulped oranges. The oil was a glossy sheen on the juice and he swept the bog cotton across the surface until it was heavy, squeezed the oil into a small vial. He would mix orange and rosemary in Aragorn’s bath and then would feast on breast and thigh!
Summary: Boromir has a taste for sweet flesh
Rated: PG-13
Categories: LOTR FPS Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 101 Read: 896
Published: 20 Aug 2009 Updated: 20 Aug 2009
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