Strange happenings

[moldava]

A lovely sunny morning finally.

And - curioser and curioser - I woke up with a ready-made drabble in my mind. An FPS drabble, I might add, which is stranger still seeing that I've written only one single piece of FPS... must be a bug.

It does make me wonder though what the hell I dreamed of last night, might be interesting to remember ;)

heathcee, will you take this as a get-well-soon card?



The shield

His shield, his sword, his horn.
These were Boromir's only company in this quest.
His shield was his home, his sword was his arm, his horn was his voice.

His shield was his friend, he thought, as he polished it painstakingly in front of the fire.
It defended his body from his enemies. And it hid his desires.

One hand polished the shield, one hand, hidden behind it, polished his hard cock.

And all the while his eyes never strayed from watching Aragorn as he smoked his pipe.

Comments

[kinseymill.livejournal.com]

Eheheh, sicuramente la prossima volta che guarderò TFOTR, lo scudo di Boromir attirerà maggiormente la mia attenzione! *hugs*

ma Aragorn ..niente? ;)