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A GOOD DREAM

By the Scribe

If this was a dream then it was a good dream and she did not want to awake.

Since that night, she had visited this dream many times and could not deny that this was so much sweeter than the reality. Sometimes, it played as it had happened, with her standing on one of the balconies in the White Tower, overlooking Minas Tirith, admiring the tall spires and the domed buildings that made up the sprawling heart of Gondor. She would admire the beauty of the city while above her; the full moon stared indifferently through a scattering of clouds in the iridescent sky.

Her name was Tárion, though she was called Tari by those who knew her and she was a lady of Anorien whose father was a vassal of Denethor, the Steward of Gondor. In the dream, she had come willingly to Minas Tirith, although in reality, she had been ordered by her father to accompany him on his trip. She knew what he was about when he had made the invitation or rather the demand and it was an issue that had caused her growing concern of late. Unfortunately, as his oldest daughter, she had little choice but to comply no matter how unpalatable it may seem to her. He intended to find her a husband among his fellow vassals and while she found the whole matter distasteful, Tari knew that ultimately she would obey because it was a daughter�s duty to wed for the benefit of her father�s house.

Glancing briefly into the room beyond the balcony, Tari was grateful that the other gueat tat the feast she and her father had been invited to had forgotten her. The formal part of the evening had apparently lapsed because guests were now moving freely about, mingling with each other and fortunately, giving little thought to the maiden from Anorien who had hardly spoken a word during the celebration. This was her father�s way of displaying her to the nobility of Gondor, to see which one would pay the bride price he desired. He had made her wear this sweeping gown of russet that supposedly brought out the best of her auburn colored hair. He would have done better if he had taken her to the market place and sold her like a breeding mare.

She turned away after awhile, grateful that the drink had made him forget her too because she wanted to be forgotten, just for one night.

"Do you tire of the noise as well?" She heard a masculine voice behind her and she turned around startled.

She knew who he was of course even before tonight, by name alone. He was Boromir of Gondor, Denethor�s oldson.son. She had hardly noticed him during the feast, which Tari now remembered was in his honor. She had been so miserable by the prospect of marriage that she had endured the entire thing in something of a , no, noticing no one. However, now that he was standing before her, Tari had opportunity to observe him better and he was difficult to ignore.

He was a good decade older than Tari but he was a handsome man to say the least with his dark blond hair and intensely blue eyes. Still, he could never be called beautiful because he was inordinately masculine, so much so that he would melt the heart of any woman he met. And yet despite this, Tari could tell see that this man's eyes were weary. She had a sense that he had spent a lifetime waging one battle after another and it was starting to take its toll upon him. As Denethor�s son, it could be no other way for Boromir and Tari felt some empathy towards him because she understood all too well the burden of responsibility.

Boromir appeared as crushed by it as she.

"I do not like crowds," she remarked unable to think up a lie that would sound convincing and decided the truth was always best when in doubt.

"I do not blame you," he said with a little smile before releasing a faint sigh, "I would have preferred to leave Minas Tirith without this fanfare. My father makes too much of this journey of mine to consult with the elves."

"You're going to see the elves?" Tari asked, wishing she could embark on such a quest just once in her life.

"Yes," he nodded. "I have questions only they can answer and I pray it is to the benefit of Gondor because the Nameless One grows bolder each day. He has already assailed the Osgiliath, it will only be a matter of time before he turns his eyes towards the White City."

"You mean Sauron," Tari stated.

"I would not think a lady of your breeding would know of such things," he stared at her with mild surprise.

"You cannot overcome your fear if you don't have a name for it," she remarked, noting his raised brow at the statement, "even in Anorien, we know of the Nameless One."

"My lady," he managed to speak, somehow. "You have undone me," his voice escaped him a hoarse whisper.

She could not answer because each stroke tore the sense from Tari�s world, forced the breath from her body, until her entire soul was becoming suffused with one thought and one thought only -- what he was doing to her. Tari closed her eyes and in the rainbow of color she saw before her, heard distantly her own voice ng fng for him not to stop. She could not remember when it had ever been so good, when her entire soul was driven to this state of pure animal lust, where the thoughts of her every day existence had given away so completely for this man and her willingness to do anything for him.

If Tari was completely lost, then Boromir was no better. He began riding her hard; penetrating her with such relentless rhythm that very soon he could not think at all. He could hardly believe he had found this unexpected jewel and grieved that tomorrow he would be forced to leave her. However, Boromir knew he would leave with his heart utterly in her keeping. He had not felt this pleasured or happy for such a long time and he was going to revel in it for as long as it lasted. The taut muscles of his body were covered in a fine sheen of sweat but he barely noticed. His awareness was centered on Tari�s nubile flesh stroking him in readiness of one of the most intense releases he would ever know.

A pressure of sensation began to fill his cock, coursing blood through his veins and drowning out all other awareness except the swell of extreme pleasure that becoming so intense that nothing else seemed to matter. Pleasure. Sensation. Ecstasy. It crowded in on him like a loud noise, until his body was so gripped in its thrall he knew nothing else. The only thing he could do with any semblance of consciousness was to continue his brutal strokes even harder. His fingers dug into her shapely hips as he impaled her with relentless rhythm until her head was thrown back and she was crying out his name like an animal howling at the moon.

Tari was gripped with a potent mixture of unbelievable lust and deep abiding love for this man, who had worshipped her body and pleasured her like none had ever done before. Her body tensed and her back arched as she felt her climax finally overcoming her. She knew she was wantonly calling out his name in complete abandon, pleading at him to go faster and harder. Boromir was happy to oblige and continued his penetrating thrusts until she was pushed over the brink in all its entirely.

"Boromir!" She cried when the back of stamina finally shattered and her entire being plummeted from the lofty heights he had lifted her. Her nails raked across his back as she felt it sweeping over her, shrinking her world into the singularity of sweet release. Her insides contracted around him as she tumbled over the edge to completion, a final gift to his masterful assault upon her senses. Boromir felt the breathe driven from his body as her climax strangled his cock with the perfect sensation of clenching muscles until he too was spiraling towards his own release.

"Sweet Elbereth!" Boromir groaned when he felt his seed spurt into her body. This release had stripped him bare and he was completely lost to the rapture of it. His warmth surged deep into her crevices leaving him completely drained in body and spirit. However, he continued thrusting because his mind was not ready to let go of this incredible experience he had shared with her. When he finally was still, Boromir collapsed on top of Tari, feeling his sweat mingling with her own as they both lay on his bed, panting with exhaustion and completely spent.

He rolled off her body and lay next her, marveling at the encounter, marveling that he had found her. Boromir leaned towards Tari until they were spooned together, relishing the scent of their lovemaking in the air and the heavenly aroma of her hair in his lungs; He did not want to know another day when she was not in his bed like this.

"I leave for Rivendell tomorrow," he said stroking his lips against the softness of her hair. "I think I will be gone for many months, will you wait for me?"

Tari did not turn around to face him, if she did, he would have seen the tears in her eyes. This moment was all they had; it was all they would ever have. He was not coming back from Rivendell. His destiny lay in Parth Galen where the tale of the great Captain of Gondor would forever be connected to the place where he had fallen. However, he knew none of this and to him, tomorrow was filled with hope while for her, it would always be filled with regret.

"Yes," she said softly, "I will wait for you."

If this was a dream, then it was a good dream and who was she to mar it with the truth?

THE END

This was actually an interlude to a modern day story I am writing called Triumvirate. I thought a little modification might be in order to make it more accessible to those who just want to read the good stuff J
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