The trio were slumped, beer and pork scratchings to hand, around the fire, after dinner.
“Boromir, nobody’s played the ball game since our grandsire’s day!”
“Definitely time to resurrect it then.”
“…and for very good reason…”
“I played in that match.”
“…more than three hundred people got hurt!”
“Well, we could keep the sides down to a couple of hundred per level.”
“It did get cramped for space.”
“It would be madness.”
“Yep, fun too.”
“I enjoyed it.”
The brothers turned as one to look at Aragorn, who was smiling smugly.
“What?”
“Pardon?”
“I played in that game…hello…Dunedain…amazingly long life….”
“Amazingly long legs,” muttered Boromir to himself.
“Which level?” asked Faramir, eyes narrowing.
“White Tower Warriors.”
“Who got disqualified…”
“The referees were bli…”
“There were referees!” in chorus.
“Aah…well…it’s not something families boast about. Most did it on the condition they remained anonymous…your grandsire’s grandsire let slaves win their freedom as referees.”
As they stared at him open-mouthed, Aragorn casually swung those long legs up to rest them on the table.
He batted his eyes at Boromir who thought about it, then grinned.
“So you’ll know all about…”
“…how to score? …the sliding tackle?”
“You two need an early bath.”
Balls by Alex Quine
Summary: Boromir gets passionate about the game
Rated: PG
Categories: LOTR FPS Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: No
Word count: 212 Read: 853
Published: 29 Jul 2009 Updated: 29 Jul 2009
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DISCLAIMER: "These characters originate with their copyright holders. I borrow them for entertainment, not profit."