Aragorn would never admit voluntarily that he disliked closed-in spaces. He understood the necessity of Moria--for one thing, he had no wish to face the Watcher again--but the knowledge of stone over his head and darkness pressing in made him sharp with everyone, even the hobbits.
Footsteps, then a body settling beside him. "Are you well?" Boromir.
"Fine." Sharp, and he regretted it immediately.
A pause, and then Boromir spoke. "There are many stories of how the stars came to be, but first among them all is the story of Eyrendil..."
In his voice, the darkness became stars.
Summary: Aragorn dislikes Moria's closeness and darkness. Boromir has a solution.
Rated: G
Categories: LOTR FPS Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 98 Read: 758
Published: 07 Aug 2009 Updated: 07 Aug 2009