Title: The Jealousy of Boromir.
Author: Shadowstar
Author's Email: indywild18@yahoo.co.uk
Pairings: Boromir/Aragorn, Aragorn/Legolas
Summary: we take short look into Boromir’s dark and twisted thoughts
concerning his opinion on another couple.
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: is like a hard one up the doughnut (i.e. very good and much
appreciated)
Archive: Nothing would make me harder, err, I mean happier. Just drop
me a message, then strip it, suck it and spank it like you love it.
Disclaimer: I be a simple English stud(ent), so credit to Tolkien for
creating and owning this world, Shame on me for twisting it for my own
sick pleasure. the following written work is in no way representative of
Lord of the Rings nor linked with the New Line, ‘tis just fantasy.
Warning: darkfic, angst, slash, PWP, implied violence.
Author’s note: I thought id share my first short fic written ages ago, when
I knew bollocks all about proper writing, so excuse grammer and
punctuation.

The Jealousy of Boromir.

Hah! It is not jealousy. Jealousy doesn’t even begin to describe it. Its so
much more deeper…purer.

I remember when I first saw you Aragorn, and instantly I knew we were
soul mates, destined to be. Everyday since then, I have burned with desire
for you. For long we smiled, laughing in joy and comforting in sorrow.
Then the glances of longing and desire I saw also in your eyes became all
too clear. But we both refrained from acting on our (very obvious) needs,
even though we have never once talked about our ‘situation‘ (why should
we? The mere looks I get from you are enough to confirm my belief- that
you really love me as much as I do you). When we set out on the Quest, it
was not a good idea to lose attention from the task at hand, and so I
understood the reason for not pushing our relationship. You pretended
very convincingly- treating me just like a member of the fellowship, but I
know that those nights when we were camping all you wanted was to be
held and loved. I so badly wished I could have done that, but like I said we
both didn’t act on our urges, as I assume you thought just along the same
lines as me- it just wasn’t the appropriate time.
That has be the biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my life. How I wish I
could go back in time and change that, so that I could have acted
differently and told you there and then how I felt about you. Maybe then I
wouldn’t be in the hell I find myself in now.

We fought together on the Quest, and overcame many terrifying obstacles.
Then after the coronation, just before I was to confess my love for you I
discovered the most devastating obstacle of all: your heart belonged to
another. To *him*, of all people.
When I realised, I thought I would die. I became undone, as you were the
only thing that kept me together;- not the memory of my dead father nor
my brother who is now far off in Ithilien. Not even the Ring, before it was
destroyed, kept my soul and strengh held firmly like you did.

I must have been blind not to see it, thief. All along *you* plotted to 
steal
him- my Aragon- away from me. How did I miss those teasing touches
you gave him on the Quest, flirting and flaunting yourself at him like a
prostitute.
You’re a whore and a user Legolas.
Even now, as Gondor is regaining its great power, and peace reigns over
the West, I have never approached either of you to talk about it. I do not
need to. I know you took Aragorn on purpose just to hurt me, spite me,
didn’t you Elf? If I were to confront you, you would probably feign
knowledge- have no clue about just how much I desire this man above all
else. Oh, You act so very kind and compassionate to everyone, but all I
see in you is a petty beast that delights in showing off what others can
only dream of. My dream, my only hope and salvation. My Aragorn.

To my further horror, Aragorn, all the councillors and advisors in the
realm seemed to welcome your pairing with Legolas- even Arwen gave
her blessing! She is now happy enough only to give you an heir, and does
not pressure you for a traditional marriage. I thought I would vomit with
disgust as I saw the crowds of people cheering you on as you kissed and
fondled Legolas during the parades. I almost shattered with madness, with
the absurdity of it all. Why didn’t my fellow Gondorians see this was all a
mistake? It was me you should have been with!

For so long I cried. I thought back to when I was on the verge of death-
pierced with the arrows of the Uruk-Hai at the Falls of Rauros. But you
healed me Aragorn. Your touch, your words, made me want to live again,
and together we journeyed to complete the Quest.
Perhaps I was meant to die. Perhaps I should end my life now- end all my
misery? No. I am a Captain of my people, and strong of spirit as of body.
Besides, you would probably grieve with a broken heart, as you finally
learn the true inner struggle within me. No, death was the easier option,
and I am not as weak as that.
And so I pulled myself from the brink of suicide, and suddenly the answer
came to me like a shaft of white light into my desolate, shell of a soul; It
was my duty to break whatever bond held you under the elf’s possesion. I
was to free you, my lord, my king, my love. Free you from that traitorous
elf’s grip, so that you could at last be mine. Love me as I love you.
Forever.

I know you love me. As you kiss Legolas’s lips, as you caress his nipples
through the clothes, as you massage his thighs under the table (don’t think
I don’t notice) it is secretly me you think of isn’t it? I bet you fantasise
about me throwing you on the floor and ravaging you sweetly, making
your moans echo throughout the kingdom- I know I have. Why cant you
see it? I can give you so much, So much more than Legolas.

I am consoled by telling myself it is not your fault. I understand it all 
now.
You are ill. This elf has corrupted you with his dark arts, no doubt learned
in secret from that vain bitch in Lothlorien. He has weaved his web of lies
and enchantment around you, fooling you to love him. But it is all an
illusion, and I have only been kept alive and comforted on those awful,
lonely nights in my bedroom by vowing to shatter those illusions. I will
break his false hold over you. I swear I will rescue you. You might appear
be happy and content as you rule over the mightiest land, with one hand
on Legolas and the other on the sceptre, but I know you crave a real
lover’s touch. You need me, as I need you.

Sometimes I use the secret passageways at night to sneak into your royal
chamber. I hide behind the curtains, veiled by shadows and watch you
fuck each other. That is all you do. Fuck. But it would be different with
me Aragorn, you and I would not fuck; we would only make love- blissful
and perfect . I see and hear everything, and at times it is more than I can
bear. I ache with anger and hatred as I watch that filthy elf touch you
where no-one else but I should, I hear the sounds of pleasure he groans
when you enter him. It should be me making those sounds, me parting my
legs to let you enter- not him. When he gets on his knees to suck and lick
you, to taste your essence, it is only by supreme effort of will I manage to
stop myself charging at him and dragging him off you. And so I control
my rage and continue to watch. I continue to watch, as you bend over on
your hands and knees, your ripe, tight rear sticking out, inviting the elf 
to
claim you. I continue to watch, as the elf thrusts into you, emptying
himself and defiling your whole, glorious body with his diseased,
worthless cum.
And then as you two fall asleep, I slip away into the darkness.

At times I see Legolas in the corridor, and he gives me a warm welcome
and cheery greeting, the smug bastard. He has no idea how much I have
seen, nor how deep my love goes for Aragorn- much more than whatever
fleeting delusions he thinks he has for the king. When he grins that stupid
grin I just imagine punching him in the face, hurting him till he cries for
mercy. I could rip off his clothes and fuck him, make him bleed in pain
while he screams and begs for help. I would rape him till he’s nothing but
a thrall, then once he falls unconscious, I would picture leaving his broken
and bruised body in some forest, where he would eventually realise that he
was a fool to have ever to laid his hands on my lover, and with this truth
he would flee and never return.

But no, I cant do such a thing- even if the elf deserved it, that would be
inefficient. And messy. It would cause too many complications.

I will still fulfill my oath to be with you Aragorn, which means getting
Legolas out of the picture. I have thought long and hard about this.
Everything is prepared, now nothing will stop our destiny.

This is the best way, my love. You know it. You may be upset for a short
while, but I know for certain you will be happy that now you and I can
finally be together, as it was meant to have been all along. You will thank
me for this, although there will be no need. I will get rid of Legolas
because it is my duty to you, and you are the Ruler of Gondor. This will be
good for you, so it will be good for Gondor. Just wait, you’ll soon realise
the truth of what I speak.

This is not only for the happiness of my King, but of Gondor itself.

I must do it.

Legolas will die tonight.