Have a joyful Christmas to you and your family! On my Christmas wish list (just in case you're wondering) : to wake up and have Aragorn giving me that look! -- We can dream can't we?
Thank you! And wow, wouldn't that be something if *that* wish came true! *g* (Although in my case, my hubby would probably knock him flat with a hapkido move, then demand to know what the heck he's doing in our bedroom. LOL)
"I tell ya, it was th' best story evar," Boromir slurred as he took another long pull on the mug of ale. He'd been drinking since just after the noon meal, as he said, 'to escape the la-de-daaness of the local lords, aka elves.
He belched loudly, causing more than one elf to look in disgust in his direction before moving quickly out of the Hall of Fire and on to other chores. Sitting on a divan across the hall was the ranger, his ratty attire of yesterday changed into something more 'decent' as Boromir had grumbled, his pipe in his hand and his eyes half-lidded in contemplation of the dunken human.
"I can still hear tha' old bastard tellin' th' tale... how the bold brave warrior, having a wee bit too much in his cups needed to leave the pub and make a call of nature.
Here Boromir paused, one eye cocked sideways at the ranger who seemed to be jerking quite strangely on his divan so Boromir tried squinting with his other eye but ended up with both eyes crossed. He lurched upright, wiped his face and then snatched the jug to refill his mug. He contemplated the contents for a long moment in silence then quaffed a full mouthful, sloshing it around before swallowing. Another belch soon followed but was rewarded with a deep rumble.
"He fumbled round until he could no longer keep his feet," Boromir began in a resonant baritone, "he stumbled off inta th' grass to sleep beside the street."
The ranger remained on his divan watching the son of the Steward of Gondor as he drunk himself silly. 'If this is the metel of the stewardship,' he thought but let the thought lie fallow as the young man belched loudly and continued his song.
"Two young an' loverly girls," Boromir sang, then paused to wink at the ranger and in an aside, remarked "you know the kind I mean," wiggling one eyebrow crazily. "just happened ta come by," he continued singing "an' one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye, Oh see yon sleeping..." he paused and grinned, "Steward's son, so strong and handsome built, I wonder if it's true what he wears beneath his..."
"Boromir, you're drunk," the ranger stated.
Boromir laughed and again he reached for the jug of drink. "Aye, I am," he replied. "They crept up on that sleeping Steward's son quiet as could be, lifted up his ... tunic," here he paused with a case of the giggles, "and there beyond, for them ta see..."
The ranger rose from the divan and crossed the hall, taking the jug from Boromir's quickly slacking fist and setting it aside.
"I think you've had enough young Gondorian. Time for sleep."
"I dun't wanna sleep. I'm singing here!" Boromir protested, trying in vain to stop the quickly escaping jug of ale and swat away the ranger's insistent grip as he lifted him up and aimed him for the doorway.
"They marveled for a moment," Boromir continued in his rich tones, now slightly garbled with drink, "then they gifted him... you know they did," by now the ranger had Boromir climbing the stairs to his room, the mug of now sloshed ale left on a sideboard and the wobbling steps of the Steward's son scuffling on the stones. "I can prove it too! Lemme go! I can prove it you grotty northern ranger!"
"Enough Boromir Denethorion, time for sleep," the ranger insisted as he pushed them both into Boromir's room.
"They gave me a ribbon, all blue and purty cuz," he paused to belch loudly as Aragorn lay him down on the bed none too gently.
Aragorn was leaving the drunken human to sleep it off when said Gondorion crooner belched out loudly once more, "O lad I dun't knows where ye been, but I sees ya won first prize!"
Aragorn turned, catching the look of drunken adoration as Boromir patted himself, then with a tsk, pulled the door closed on his way out.
'The road to Gondor will be most interesting indeed, if I don't kill him first,' he thought.
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Date: 2012-12-24 03:20 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-12-24 08:38 pm (UTC)He is lovely, isn't he. *sigh*
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Date: 2012-12-25 12:54 am (UTC)He belched loudly, causing more than one elf to look in disgust in his direction before moving quickly out of the Hall of Fire and on to other chores. Sitting on a divan across the hall was the ranger, his ratty attire of yesterday changed into something more 'decent' as Boromir had grumbled, his pipe in his hand and his eyes half-lidded in contemplation of the dunken human.
"I can still hear tha' old bastard tellin' th' tale... how the bold brave warrior, having a wee bit too much in his cups needed to leave the pub and make a call of nature.
Here Boromir paused, one eye cocked sideways at the ranger who seemed to be jerking quite strangely on his divan so Boromir tried squinting with his other eye but ended up with both eyes crossed. He lurched upright, wiped his face and then snatched the jug to refill his mug. He contemplated the contents for a long moment in silence then quaffed a full mouthful, sloshing it around before swallowing. Another belch soon followed but was rewarded with a deep rumble.
"He fumbled round until he could no longer keep his feet," Boromir began in a resonant baritone, "he stumbled off inta th' grass to sleep beside the street."
The ranger remained on his divan watching the son of the Steward of Gondor as he drunk himself silly. 'If this is the metel of the stewardship,' he thought but let the thought lie fallow as the young man belched loudly and continued his song.
"Two young an' loverly girls," Boromir sang, then paused to wink at the ranger and in an aside, remarked "you know the kind I mean," wiggling one eyebrow crazily. "just happened ta come by," he continued singing "an' one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye, Oh see yon sleeping..." he paused and grinned, "Steward's son, so strong and handsome built, I wonder if it's true what he wears beneath his..."
"Boromir, you're drunk," the ranger stated.
Boromir laughed and again he reached for the jug of drink. "Aye, I am," he replied. "They crept up on that sleeping Steward's son quiet as could be, lifted up his ... tunic," here he paused with a case of the giggles, "and there beyond, for them ta see..."
The ranger rose from the divan and crossed the hall, taking the jug from Boromir's quickly slacking fist and setting it aside.
"I think you've had enough young Gondorian. Time for sleep."
"I dun't wanna sleep. I'm singing here!" Boromir protested, trying in vain to stop the quickly escaping jug of ale and swat away the ranger's insistent grip as he lifted him up and aimed him for the doorway.
"They marveled for a moment," Boromir continued in his rich tones, now slightly garbled with drink, "then they gifted him... you know they did," by now the ranger had Boromir climbing the stairs to his room, the mug of now sloshed ale left on a sideboard and the wobbling steps of the Steward's son scuffling on the stones. "I can prove it too! Lemme go! I can prove it you grotty northern ranger!"
"Enough Boromir Denethorion, time for sleep," the ranger insisted as he pushed them both into Boromir's room.
"They gave me a ribbon, all blue and purty cuz," he paused to belch loudly as Aragorn lay him down on the bed none too gently.
Aragorn was leaving the drunken human to sleep it off when said Gondorion crooner belched out loudly once more, "O lad I dun't knows where ye been, but I sees ya won first prize!"
Aragorn turned, catching the look of drunken adoration as Boromir patted himself, then with a tsk, pulled the door closed on his way out.
'The road to Gondor will be most interesting indeed, if I don't kill him first,' he thought.
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Date: 2012-12-25 01:52 am (UTC)Poor Boromir is going to have a really sore head in the morning! That was so fun to read, and goes with that photo perfectly.
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Date: 2012-12-25 02:40 am (UTC)no subject
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