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Riders and Stewards	By : Orial Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2002 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Riders and Stewards

Chapter One: Angelic Face

Boromir kept careful watch of his captors and a close eye on the beasts who carried Merry and Pippin. They had gone days without rest, water, or food, and Boromir could see both Merry and Pippin were weakening. He glared at the head Uruk-hai and suppressed the urge to run up and strangle him for what they had done to the hobbits and to himself. Suddenly the party halted and Boromir was shoved hard to stop walking; a welcome break for his weary legs.
�We rest here for the night!� called the leader Uruk-hai. Boromir was tossed down to the side along with Merry and Pippin. Boromir looked to the two young hobbits.
�Merry, Pippin? Are you two all right?� Pippin looked up and nodded, wiggling a bit to get in a more comfortable position. Merry simply swallowed and whimpered. Boromir frowned and gently reached his tied hands to stroke Merry�s head.
�I�m scared, Boromir,� he muttered, moving into the touch. The man frowned and gently held the hobbit close. He had grown so fond of the hobbits, in a fatherly way.
�It�s all right, Merry, everything is going to be all right. I promise.� Boromir looked up suddenly as a commotion was heard between the orcs.
�Why can�t we just eat their legs! The little ones won�t need them!�
�Or the man, why must we have a man and not have a good meal!?�
�The man is MINE!� The argument started to become a brawl, and none noticed the clatter of hooves coming closer.
�Merry, Pippin, quickly! Move towards the forest, while no one is looking. I�ll cover for you.�
�But Boromir,� Pippin was quickly silenced by Boromir.
�I�ll find you afterwards, please just go!� Boromir struggled to his feet and looked in the direction of where the hooves were coming from.
�FOR ROHAN!� The orcs were taken by surprise as the Riders of Rohan came in, swords and spears ready.

�omer led the riders into the orc party and slew the leader orc and Uruk-hai. Over the howls of pain and cries of the men, he heard one voice faintly on the wind.
�Riders of Rohan!� �omer turned his horse around and saw a man who he had not seen in several years. There, standing hurt, bleeding and tied up, was the steward of Gondor�s eldest son and heir, Boromir.
�BOROMIR! GET DOWN!� �omer cried, rushing at full speed, throwing his spear into the Uruk-hai behind the steward�s son. Boromir ducked, but the sharp blade of the Uruk-hai still embedded itself into his exposed back. Boromir cried out and collapsed from the weight of the body and the sudden pain in his back. �omer dismounted quickly and pulled the sword out of the man�s back, released his hands and looked at him.
�Boromir, you�re in friendly arms now. RIDERS! FINISH THESE CREATURES OFF THEN TEND TO OUR WOUNDED!� �omer quickly ripped away part of Boromir�s bloodied shirt and inspected the wound. After being assured that the blade was not poisoned, �omer quickly dressed the wound and wrapped a part of Boromir�s shirt around him.
��omer, my friend, it is good to see you,� Boromir said, pain lacing his voice. �omer nodded sadly and lifted him up.
�It is good to hear you are alive. Rumor had it you had perished. Come, you need medical attention.� �omer gently put him on his horse and mounted behind him, an arm wrapped around him. �Put all the bodies in a pile and burn them! Burn everything!� �omer watched as his men did as he willed and then rode off, hoping to get to a village where all the injured could be cared for.

�Riders of Rohan!� Aragorn cried, watching as the large group of horses turned back and encircled him, Legolas and Gimli. Boromir looked up weakly, seeing them.
�Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli...� �omer frowned at him.
�You know them, Boromir?�
�He was a part of the Fellowship. We thought he was lost to us.� Aragorn looked up at �omer, in shock at the sight of Boromir still alive.
�Boromir, where are Merry and Pippin?� Gimli looked at the man who winched.
�They went for the woods, I was able to cover for them so that the orcs wouldn�t see them,� Boromir groaned and leaned forward a bit.
�The carcasses are in a pile burning, start there for your search, I am taking Boromir to be treated for his wounds. He is in good hands. May they serve you better than their former masters.� �omer whistled for the two horses without riders and handed them over.
�Thank you. Take care, Boromir.� With that, the two parties separated. Boromir watched and silently wished that the hobbits had made it into the strange forest that seemed to whisper and move on its own.
�Rest now, my friend, we will have a long journey ahead of us.� Boromir looked up into �omer�s angelic face and slipped blissfully into unconsciousness.

Boromir stirred hours, perhaps even days later; he was unawares as to the time he had been asleep, or what had happened. He groaned gently, his eyes fluttering open to stare once again into the angelic face of his guardian. �omer smiled and gently pressed a cloth onto his head.
�Good morning, Boromir, how are you feeling?� Boromir smiled and sighed deeply.
�Dizzy, but well otherwise. It has been many years since I woke up to your face, my friend.�
�omer chuckled and nodded. �Aye, that it has, my Boromir.� He gently reached out and stroked a lock of hair from the face of the steward�s son. Boromir gently reached up and held it, kissing the palm, passion in his eyes. �omer chuckled and leaned closer at the display of affection, teasing Boromir with a kiss to his cheek.
�I�m afraid your eagerness will have to wait until you are healed. I have to wonder how many arrows you were hit with before they took pity on you,� �omer�s eyes and hands gently pulled down the covers to look at the still fresh wounds from orc and Uruk-hai arrows.
�Three, I believe, but I was not counting. Only fearing for the young halfling�s lives. I did a terrible thing, �omer. I tried to harm one, to take something from him that neither my body nor my heart wanted, but my soul craved. It was no act of what you fear,� Boromir looked into the eyes of the young mark, giving him relief. �It was an item I tried to take. I only hope that the halfling can forgive me, if I should meet him again.� �omer�s soft hands laced themselves in Boromir�s locks and leaned closer.
�My friend, no one could not forgive you for any act. You are a brave soul, a strong man with morals that many have not. I am sure this halfling of which you speak will forgive you, and most certainly already has. Here, drink.� Boromir was helped to sit up slightly and given a cup of clear water. He eagerly drank the fluid; the rank water he was forced to drink from the orcs was laced with no doubt a horrid ale that he wanted to cleanse from his body.
�Thank you,� he said, clearing his mouth with the back of his hand. �omer laughed gently and smiled.
�You are welcome. Now, get some rest; you need time to heal, as well as prepare. I must tell you it is taking all my will power not to ride you now.� Boromir laughed whole-heartedly and smiled.
�Thank the Valar then for your strong will power.� �omer smiled and leaned closer, brushing a kiss on Boromir�s lips.
�Thank the Valar that I did not loose you, my love. I shall come back later with some food if you are willing to eat. Now rest, and gain strength.� Boromir watched quietly as the Captain of the Riders of Rohan walked off. Boromir sighed and smiled licking his lips, still feeling the gentle press of their kiss; then slipped off into sleep.

�omer headed across the camp in search for extra clothes that would fit the steward�s son once he was fit to walk around.
�Captain. Captain, may I speak with you?� �omer looked over at the young rider and smiled.
�Yes. What is wrong?� The rider looked at him with a questionable look.
�Who is this stranger that you care for, sir? Is it not dangerous in these times to pick up men like that?� �omer took a deep breath and released it, smiling slightly at the young man�s ignorance.
�That is no stranger. That is Boromir, son of the Steward of Gondor, and my long time friend. I assure you, there is no harm in caring for him. Lest you get him angry. Then you shall see him dangerous; but there are few things that anger him thus. You need not to fear.� �omer waited no further for questions and resumed his quest for clothing in his own tent. After searching for several minutes he finally found clothing that, he hoped, would fit the steward�s son. �omer folded them up and headed into the mess tent, collecting food for both he and Boromir. He smiled gently as he collected a few apples, remembering a time not too far in the past.
He was only a young lad when he first met the Steward�s son. They were both carefree and when their respective father and uncle bid them to go and enjoy each other�s company, they quickly headed to the kitchen. �omer had handed Boromir a few apples so that they could eat them after they �escaped� to the higher towers.
*��omer, look-it what I can do!� �omer turned around and laughed, watching as the young Boromir began to juggle the apples together.
�Can you juggle four?� he asked, his smile widening as he tossed Boromir another apple. Boromir chewed on his tongue gently and juggled the four apples. �omer laughed and smiled.
�Do you want to know how?� Boromir grinned and caught the four apples quickly.
He nodded and smiled. �I�d love to.� He took the apples and frowned. �How do I start?� They spent most of that time in the kitchen and elsewhere juggling and playing tricks.*
�omer glanced around, taking the three apples and began to juggle them, almost dropping them in the process. Shaking his head, he smiled placing the apples on a platter and headed off back to Boromir�s tent. �omer peeked in and smiled, watching his lover�s sleeping form. He slowly went in and put the food down to let his lover�s body rest, and his mind wander in his dreams. He glanced over and wondered who he dreamt of.
~ Most likely his brother, ~ he thought to himself with a smile. He knew the two were close. Not quite as close as he and Boromir were, but close enough to almost make the captain of the banished riders suspect. �omer frowned and shook his head.
�Boromir would never do that; he loves his brother, yes, but not to lay in bed with him. He swore to me that I was his only.�
�You are.� �omer jumped and spun around, seeing Boromir sitting up, though with pain. He cast his eyes to the side and frowned.
�I am sorry, if you overheard anything. I am still a man and have doubts. Forgive me, Boromir.� Boromir smiled at him and chuckled with a grimace of pain.
�There is nothing to forgive. I admit myself I was worried that you had found another.� �omer went over and knelt by his bed.
�No, no one could ever replace you in my heart. The only one who could come close is my sister; and she is for one, a woman and for another, my sister.� They laughed together, and Boromir gently held �omer�s hand with a smile.
�I know �omer, I know.� Boromir smiled and played with a lock of the fair hair upon �omer�s head.
�All right you, that�s enough. I�ve got some food for us to eat. You look as if you had not had good food to eat in several months.� Boromir nodded sadly at this.
�Only elvish waybread, lembas from the Lady Galadriel of the golden wood. Though one bite is enough to fill my stomach, I have long craved the taste of a fresh apple.� Boromir got his wish as �omer tossed him one of the apples.
�I will do all I can to please the steward�s son. Eat, I will keep you company if you wish it.�
�I do, �omer.� Boromir smiled and took a large bite out of the fresh apple; a trickle of the juices rolling down his chin. �omer smiled and leaned closer, licking the bit of skin and juice from the apple up into his mouth.
Boromir eagerly turned his head and took �omer�s tongue into his mouth. He gently held him closer enjoying the closeness and taste of the captain of the riders. �omer closed his eyes and smiled against his lover�s lips, tasting the sweet juices of the apple as well as Boromir himself. They moaned gently against each other�s mouths, the apple in Boromir�s hand forgotten. �omer reluctancy pushed away catching his breath.
�Not yet, Boromir. You tease me anymore, and I fear I may add to your pain already.� �omer smiled as he spoke, pulling away only enough to give Boromir some room. The black haired man nodded and went back to his apple, manners forgotten for a moment.
�A pain I would welcome, �omer; but I understand your concern.� His mouth was full of food as he spoke, and �omer chuckled warmly.
�As much as I enjoy seeing you so relaxed, I suggest you mind your manners.� Boromir gave him a flat look and swallowed clearing his beard.
�Well if my memory serves me, dear �omer, I am thirteen years older than you, and your superior. Besides, I�ve seen you have worse manners than speaking with your mouth full.� �omer gave him a playfully hurt look and sulked.
�Well, I guess then I should leave if that�s how you feel.� He went to get up, and Boromir sighed and laughed.
�Sit back down �omer. I�d rather have someone I know in here with me than one of your other riders. No offence to them.� �omer smiled and nodded.
�None taken I�m sure. Most of them do not know you. They have hardly seen the white city, most of them only hearing of it in tales.� Boromir frowned and finished his apple thinking.
�It is a shame, really...� Boromir stopped and frowned, looking up at the tent�s ceiling in deep thought. �omer looked at him sadly and spoke quietly.
�You miss your home, don�t you, Boromir.� It was a statement rather than a question. �omer knew Boromir since they were children and knew the looks in the older man�s eyes.
�Yes. You know me too well, �omer my love; but if rumor had it that I died, and it reached Rohan, then no doubt it would have reached Gondor by now, and my father and brother. I only hope that I can see them and put their fears to rest that I am alive.� Boromir turned to �omer and smiled gently.
�I know in my heart that, like I, they will not believe such rumors.� �omer smiled gently and chuckled warmly.
�This is true, my Rider. My brother will no doubt dream of my safe being.� Boromir chuckled and sighed, relaxing a bit.
�It is at times for him, but I know he will learn to accept his dreams.� Boromir looked at his friend and lover with a very suspicious look. �Now �omer, I know you are hungry, why are you letting me eat while you are drooling?� That comment earned the Steward�s son a swift smack over the head, though gentle.
�I do not drool; and I�m fine, really. I can handle some days yet without food, we�ll be moving a lot now, making sure orcs are far from Rohan, even though King Theoden seems to have lost all sight of friend from foe, and from family.� Boromir frowned and gently held the rider�s hand.
�It was not him, but that snake, Wormtongue. My uncle has lost all thought and his �good advisor� is sowing seeds into his mind of darkness and lies. I fear for �owyn; she is alone now, and that snake is haunting her steps! I am not there to protect her! My own sister...� Boromir gently wrapped his arms around his lover and friend.
��owyn is strong, she will not let any darkness that he says grow in her. She is a shield maiden of Rohan. �omer, what of Theodred?� Boromir asked, gently stroking the blond locks of the younger man. �omer pulled away composing himself from his outburst and sighed.
�My cousin is dead. Attacked by Orcs of Saruman from Isengard. He and �owyn were very close. I long suspect that he was the one who taught her the use of a sword. We have been betrayed by Saruman, and I have been banished with my men who are still loyal to the King.� Boromir frowned and still held �omer�s hand.
�I am sorry, �omer. I didn�t mean to open wounds.� �omer smiled gently, squeezing Boromir�s hand.
�That�s alright, you did not know. How are your wounds?� The rider distracted himself by gently probing the wrappings and checking the herb packages on the wounds.
�Well, thank you. Your healing abilities, I dare say, rival that of Aragorn.� �omer blinked and looked at his face with curiosity.
�You mentioned that name before, when you saw the man, dwarf and elf. Tell me, what happened?� Boromir sighed and recalled the tale of the fellowship and the breaking due to his own lust for the one ring. He left nothing out, including the ill terrors that the Lady Galadriel had spoken to him in his own mind. �omer listened quietly, letting the man he had fallen in love with tell of the horrors and of the death of Mithrandir; and his own ill treatment from the orcs and Uruk-hai.
�I did not know what you went through, Boromir; and the king has returned to Gondor?� �omer looked at Boromir in shock. Boromir shook his head.
�Not as of yet. He does not want that power, and even in my heart I doubt my father will let go of the power he holds, even if it is waning in the eyes of our people.� Boromir�s eyes became distant and tired looking. �omer stroked his head and smiled gently.
�Rest, love. I�ve drained what energy you had from talking and making you remember such horrible things. I shall be training and speaking with my lieutenants, not too far away if you need me.� Boromir nodded and winched as he slid down gently. �omer smiled and gave him a kiss, covering him up after checking his bandages again.
�Thank you, �omer, my rider,� Boromir said, smiling gently, and slipped easily into a welcome sleep. �omer watched for a few moments and then got up with the remainder of the food and left quietly.
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