Title: A Gift
Author: Elizabeth Wilde
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Pairing: Boromir/Frodo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Strange encounters lead to strange thoughts
and even stranger actions.
Distribution: Anyone who already has my fic archived,
list archives, 
	http://www.biteyourtongue.net/wilde
Disclaimer: I don't own anybody. Wish to heaven I did,
but Tolkien came up with them first, so 
	they all belong to him. At least he's kind enough to
share ;)

Boromir crept slowly through the trees. He heard
breath harsher than his own ahead and soft 
groans-of pleasure or pain he knew not. Finally the
trees parted into a small clearing and the 
man beheld a hobbit kneeling on the ground, bent
forward almost as one suffering some great 
injury. The hobbit-unmistakably Frodo with those dark
curls-panted for breath and moved in time 
with some unknown rhythm. Before Boromir moved closer
or called out, he realized the purpose in 
Frodo's movements and flushed. To save face for them
both, Boromir knew he should slip quietly 
away back through the trees. Camp lay close by, and
Frodo seemed in no danger.

The unbidden desire to glimpse Frodo's face flushed
with passion rose too quickly, accompanied 
by a stirring in the lower part of the man's anatomy.
Indeed for a brief moment Boromir almost 
stepped closer. Instead he remained and watched with
growing interest until finally the hobbit 
gasped and leaned forward a bit more. A few breathless
moments passed for them both until Frodo 
stood and fastened his breeches once more.

Having allowed lust to get the better of him, Boromir
considered too late Frodo's reaction to 
finding himself observed. Now two wide blue eyes
filled with shock fixed on the warrior's face. 
"Ah... I... did not know anyone noted my absence."
Frodo tried clearing his throat to cover the 
roughness of arousal to no avail. "Have you... um...
waited long?"

Hoping to rectify his mistake, Boromir offered gently,
"Long enough, little one, and I daresay 
the absence of one so vital is difficult to help
noticing. As to this particular... activity... 
I believe we all on this journey have found need of
release at some time or another. The road is 
long and oft lonely."

The hobbit flushed, then sighed as if resigned.
"Indeed, though I doubt... but we must take rest 
when it is given. Will you walk with me back to camp?"

"Of course." Boromir moved aside and then fell into
step at Frodo's side, resolved not to 
mention the incident again.

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All the next day Boromir pondered the meaning of
Frodo's pause, tried to puzzle out what the 
hobbit feared so his discovering. Certainly he had
seen much already. When they made camp, Frodo 
seemed still to avoid his gaze. They had never claimed
close friendship, but even pleasantries 
seemed now gone, and Boromir found the intangible
barrier more irritating with each passing 
breath. It wore on his nerves more than the barely
audible buzz of the Ring's dark refrain at 
the back of his mind.

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The calloused hand flew faster over heated flesh and
Boromir groaned. The sound echoed in his 
ears, dulled mercifully by the trees as his thumb
circled the head to spread milky fluid over 
the sensitive tip. In his mind, another hand carried
out the act and other eyes stared into his 
own, eyes that smiled as the man whimpered and bucked
into the imagined grip. "Frodo," he 
whispered as the pleasure crested and overcame him.
"Frodo!" His eyes opened to find the 
startled owner of those in his fantasy standing just
out of arm's reach. "F-Frodo..." No 
explanation came into Boromir's mind, and the hobbit
fled before he managed to construct one. 
"Ah, Frodo..."

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TBC...