Title: Eyes of the Goddess
Author: Sairalinde
Type: FPS & FPH
Pairing: Main pairing: Aragorn/Boromir later: Aragorn/Boromir/Arwen/Éowyn
Rating: Explicit Sex
WARNING: A.U. and LONG!
Beta: Glorfindel
Disclaimer: Obviously these characters are not mine...never were...the only characters that are mine are the gods and goddesses I made up to make my version "work". This was written in fun that's all. No profit, not associated with Tolkien.
Feedback: Yes please send to sairalinde@hornofgondor.com
Archiving: Yes but ask first please.
Summary: A.U. where a Goddess intercedes and saves Boromir.
Notes: Giving credit where credit is due. I needed to give credit to Batter My Heart by Raederle a truly wonderful A.U. that inspired me. Anyway Raederle's story is archived at www.squidge.org/fellowship/fic/raederle_battermyheart.htm while I did not copy them I still wanted to offer credit since there are similarities and it was my inspiration for this story. Also P.R. Zed's song vid "Gods Better People" inspired my re-writing on this. It's been a horribly long haul on this story…longest I ever wrote. Hope you enjoy if you do read it all. ;-)
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Chapter 8

Boromir sighed wearily as they entered the captain's quarters. "Gods once this is all over…I think I will sleep for a month." Boromir said quickly divesting himself of all but his breeches and crawling into the bunk.

Aragorn smiled at the younger man, he knew exactly what he meant. He walked over to the bunk and smiled down at Boromir.

"You going to join me? Even Kings need to rest." Boromir said sitting up on his elbows.

Aragorn laughed and began undressing as well. When he was clothed in nothing but his breeches he climbed into the bunk with his lover. Boromir shifted beside him and Aragorn leaned over the blond man and took his lips in a searing kiss. Aragorn assaulted his mouth with lips, tongue, and occasionally teeth. Boromir had never felt this much passion and enthusiasm from a lover before and desire surged through his body, his breeches soon became too tight in response.
When they broke the kiss both men were out of breath and Aragorn smiled as he tucked an errant lock of blond hair behind his lovers ear.

"Tell me what you want, Boromir." Aragorn whispered softly.

"I want you to take me this time, please." Boromir asked pulling Aragorn back down for a deep kiss. Aragorn let out a strangled moan. Oh yes, he wanted that too.

Aragorn began kissing his way down Boromir's chest, licking and nibbling at nipples grown hard with desire, and then continued down to his navel. Boromir bucked under the onslaught and nearly cried out. Boromir was nearly sobbing with need, "Please have mercy, Aragorn." He called softly.

Aragorn smiled and tugged Boromir's breeches down releasing his erection. Aragorn began licking and teasing and then suddenly took him down to the hilt. Boromir arched off the bed and cried out. "Aragorn! By the Valar!"

Aragorn pulled back and sat on his knees between Boromir's legs. "What? More?"

"Stop teasing, Aragorn." Boromir said seriously and Aragorn smiled.

Aragorn stood up swiftly and pulled Boromir's breeches the rest of the way off and then his own and then he reached over to his pack and pulled out a small bottle of oil. He settled back on the bed between Boromir's legs and grinned.

"No more teasing then." Aragorn whispered softly as he opened the vial.

Slowly he slicked the oil over his throbbing erection and then his fingers. "Do you wish me on my knees?" Boromir asked.

"I would wish to see you, but if it would be easier for you, then please." Aragorn answered.

"No…I wish to see you as well." Boromir admitted.

Aragorn leaned down and kissed Boromir passionately as his hand slid up Boromir's thigh. Boromir shifted to allow his king's hands to find what they sought. Slowly he pressed one oil slicked finger inside of Boromir who gasped into their kiss. Aragorn sat back on his heels and continued to move his finger until he found the bundle of nerves he was searching for. Boromir cried out and pressed against Aragorn's hand in an attempt to force more contact.

Aragorn smiled, oh his lover was greedy tonight. "Please Aragorn…need you…now!" Boromir gasped.

Indeed very greedy tonight. Aragorn shifted and removed his finger eliciting a whimper from his lover. He would not be left wanting long. Slowly, he pushed in only the head of his erection and watched as Boromir gasped and gritted his teeth trying to adjust to the invasion. The overwhelming heat and tightness left Aragorn breathless for a few moments. He waited for his lover to adjust to him before moving.

Soon Boromir appeared ready for him to move again so Aragorn pressed on very slowly, savoring each tight velvety inch as he entered his lover. Aragorn had not expected Boromir to be this incredibly tight, he began to worry weather or not this was a new experience for his lover.

"Boromir…you…you have done this before right?" Aragorn asked unsteadily.

Boromir took a few deep breaths. "Yes, though it has been a long time…a very long time and you are larger than what I have experienced in the past."

Aragorn paused. "Am I hurting you then…do you wish me to stop?"

"Gods no don't stop…just…just go slowly." Boromir pleaded.

Soon however Boromir's discomfort had abated and Aragorn found himself buried deep within his lover. He paused reveling in the feeling of his lover gripping him tightly.

"Gods Boromir…I've never felt anything quite like this." Aragorn admitted softly.

Boromir smiled. "Me either, love. Move…please."

Aragorn smiled and began moving within his lover slowly savoring each shallow thrust. He wanted this to last well into the night. If Aragorn went any faster he knew he would loose all control in a matter of seconds so instead he moved at a deliberate pace. Slowly drawing almost completely out and then slowly sliding back inside his lover. Boromir moaned with each agonizingly slow slide into ecstasy. He felt so full, so complete with Aragorn inside of him touching him as few others had ever done, and in some ways as none had ever touched him before. With love…he had never made love before Aragorn. The idea almost brought tears to his eyes. Aragorn however noticed and stopped.

"Don't stop." Boromir pleaded.

"But…but your crying." Aragorn whispered brushing a tear from Boromir's cheek.

"Not from pain, love…not from pain." Boromir said shaking his head.

Aragorn stared deep into his eyes and knew it was the truth it was not from pain at all but from the sheer emotion of their union. This was certainly nothing either of them had ever felt before. Aragorn leaned down and devoured Boromir's lips in a fiery kiss. Boromir parted his lips to welcome his lover's probing tongue and then began to stroke it with his own and then darted his own into his lover's mouth. A deep groan slipped from Aragorn and vibrated all the way to Boromir's aching erection trapped between them. All the while Aragorn's hips had continued flexing, slowly and deliberately stroking his lover from the inside out.

Aragorn finally broke the kiss and hovered over the younger man taking in his beauty. He was utterly beautiful and he was his. He belonged to Aragorn, and in that moment Aragorn knew he would never allow himself to be parted from this man, his Steward, his love.

Aragorn shifted and changed his angle, hitting that most sensitive spot within Boromir causing him to cry out and wrap his legs around Aragorn's waist as his hands clutched the bed covers tightly.

"Aragorn…please…faster…harder, please I want…I want, take all of me!" Boromir pleaded.

Aragorn was struck by his words and began thrusting deep within his lover making sure to angle himself to bring Boromir the most pleasure.

"Yes, Boromir…my love…yes…come undone for me, my dear one." Aragorn crooned.

"Ah yes…yes….YES please don't stop…oh please!" Boromir panted with desperation in his voice. He was close…so close.

Both of them were groaning loudly with each thrust, pushing each man closer to the edge. Boromir was arching into each thrust that went deeper than he had ever experienced before. They were spiraling on the edge of oblivion it seemed, both men sweating, moaning, and ready to explode.

Aragorn reached between them and gripped Boromir's erection and began stroking it in time with his deep thrusts. He worked frantically stroking from both inside and out until he felt the younger man's muscles begin to clench tighter and tighter and finally hot sticky wetness spilled over his hand. It coated both their stomachs as Boromir shuddered violently, Aragorn continued to pump deep within him. His own climax building within him.

When Boromir called out his name Aragorn finally surrendered to his own desire pumping his essence deep within his lover. Aragorn collapsed on top of Boromir trying not to crush the man beneath him. He was still buried deep within his love and was shuddering with the aftershocks of orgasm each time Boromir's muscles contracted from their own after effects of climax.

Finally Aragorn rolled to his side and pulled Boromir close kissing him on the forehead. "I love you." He whispered.

Boromir smiled. "I love you too."

Both men fell asleep in each other's arms. All too soon they were awakened by a knock on the door. Aragorn grumbled and got up pulling on his breeches as Boromir did the same.

Aragorn stalked to the door and swung it open to see his foster brother Elladan, "We are approaching Minas Tirith."

Aragorn nodded. Boromir looked at him as he tugged on his clothing.

"Here we go again." Boromir mumbled.

"We must be ready to fight as soon as we make landfall." Aragorn warned.

The battle that day was fierce and many lost their lives, but they managed to save the White City. All was not joyful however as King Théoden was lost. Aragorn, Boromir, Legolas, Gimli, and the new King of Rohan Éomer entered the White City for the first time at nightfall.

The men turned a corner and were met by Gandalf.

"Aragorn come quickly to the Houses of Healing, many are in need of you." Gandalf said grabbing Aragorn's arm.

"Who is injured?" Aragorn asked.

Gandalf looked at Boromir and then Éomer who was one step behind Aragorn. "It is a long tale but the Lady Éowyn and Merry defeated the Witch King but in doing so were themselves defeated by the black breath. The other is Faramir...he was felled by a Southron dart and is not faring well." Gandalf explained as they half ran to the Houses of Healing.

Boromir sucked in a breath when Gandalf told the tale, his own brother and one of his little ones were hurt! Éomer was nearly weeping, first his Uncle and now his sister.

"It is said that the hands of the king are the hands of a healer and we are in need of your hands, Aragorn." Gandalf said softly.

Aragorn clasped Boromir arm in silent comfort as they ran and Boromir did the same for Éomer who he knew was worried about his sister. When they arrived in the Houses of Healing Aragorn was taken first to Faramir. He treated the young man that reminded him so much of Boromir it was almost painful to look at him. After Aragorn had done what he could he turned to Boromir.

"Why don't you stay here with him...your presence might help." Aragorn told him.

"I can come back later, I wish to help with Merry." Boromir said looking into Aragorn's pain filled eyes.

"Alright." Aragorn strode for the next room and looked back in time to see Boromir kiss Faramir on the forehead and whisper something to the young man.

When Aragorn entered the next room Merry and Éowyn were there. "You say they defeated the Witch King? Just the two of them?" Aragorn asked in amazement as Éomer sat staring at his sister.

"I told you she was headstrong." Boromir said softly and Éomer took up vigil at his sister's side.

Gandalf nodded. "I shall do all I can, but Éomer will be best suited to call her back." Aragorn said. He placed his hand upon both of their foreheads and then turned to one of the nursemaids. "Bring athelas and lots of it, infuse it into the air in here. Also give them more blankets, the black breath has chilled them to the core." Aragorn commanded and headed back for Faramir's room. He had decided Faramir was in far graver danger than the other two.

One of the nursemaids looked at Boromir beseechingly. "Kingsfoil that is what he is asking for."

"But that is just a weed." The nurse said despairingly.

"Do not argue…now go!" Boromir barked at the nursemaids who ran from the room.

Boromir leaned over Merry's bed and kissed him lightly on the forehead just as he had done Faramir. "Come back to us brave Merry. Pippin needs you." He whispered then he turned to Éowyn's bed and kissed her as well.

"Éowyn you are like no woman I have ever met...Éomer needs you now more than ever...you must come back to him, my lady." He whispered to the girl smoothing back her pretty hair.

Gandalf stayed with them and watched as Boromir headed back to his brother's room.

Aragorn was already at work when Boromir entered. "Boromir come here. Take his hand." Aragorn commanded.

Boromir did so and Aragorn took his brother's other hand. "I need you to help me call him back, he is so close to slipping away from us."

The nurse arrived with the kingsfoil and they infused it into the air as Aragorn had requested.

Boromir watched and listened as Aragorn called his brother. Boromir began to call as well and eventually they both felt it when Faramir's spirit answered their call.

Faramir's eyes fluttered open and Boromir gasped as he saw his brother look upon Aragorn with awe and love. "My Lord you called me. I come. What does the King command?" The young Captain asked.

"Walk no more in the shadows. Take rest and heal." Aragorn said letting out a sigh of relief.

"Boromir?" The young Captain asked turning his eyes to his brother. "You are alive! I didn't believe Pippin and Gandalf...Father insisted you were dead. When Frodo told me the ring had taken you and then I found your horn split in two washed up on shore I was certain we had lost you." Faramir sobbed.

"Shhhh dear brother I am here." Boromir said soothing his younger brother. He looked to Aragorn. "Go treat the others now."

Aragorn nodded and headed back for Merry and Éowyn's room. Boromir held his brother stroking his reddish blond hair until he fell asleep. After some time Gandalf came to the room.

"Aragorn has done it, both Merry and Éowyn are back in the land of the living." Gandalf said smiling.

"Thank the Valar." Boromir sighed deeply.

Aragorn entered the room and sat down in a chair exhausted. He looked to Gandalf and the wizard nodded. Boromir noticed something pass between the two and said, "What is it?"

"Boromir come walk with me." Gandalf said going to the door.

He wondered what the old wizard wanted. Gandalf had pulled him aside a few times now, times when he needed to tell Boromir something important. He wondered what the wizard knew and needed to tell him now.

In the hallway Gandalf said, "I have grave news."

Boromir tried to think of what would be grave new after bringing his brother, Merry, and the Lady Éowyn back from the brink of death.

"It's my father isn't it?" Boromir asked then. Gandalf closed his eyes briefly and nodded.

"He is dead." Boromir said then and steeled himself for the response he expected.

"Yes." Gandalf answered.

"How?" Boromir was hardly able to ask the one word question because his chest and throat were so tight with unshed tears.

"He threw himself out of the window of the Tower of Ecthelion." Gandalf answered.

"By the Valar, Gandalf, why would he do that!?" Boromir cried in alarm.

"He believed you were dead, and that Faramir would die as well...he used one of the Palantírs to watch your progress but Sauron was able to deceive him since he could not control a strong man like your father he made the Palantír show him images that were false. He showed him that you died at Amon Hen, and then the Horn of Gondor washing up on shore near here backed what he had seen. He was shown that Minas Tirith would fall, and he thought his sons were dead, so he took his own life rather than be a puppet to Sauron...little did he know he already was. I am sorry my boy." Gandalf explained forlornly.

Boromir shook his head...so that was why the orcs took his horn that day. It didn't matter if they had killed him or not. It was done to break his father.

"So Sauron defeated my father anyway." Boromir said sadly.

"No, your father defeated himself." Gandalf said then. "He did not believe strongly enough in his sons, and did not heed the teachings of your grandfather to never use the Palantír."

Boromir turned away from Gandalf and strode down the hall. Aragorn exited Faramir's room and tried to speak to Boromir but he threw off his hands and continued out of the Houses of Healing. Aragorn looked at Gandalf.

"What happened?" Aragorn asked.

"He will have to tell you my boy...he will have to tell you." Gandalf said tiredly waving his hands in the air. "There are others in need of your healing, Aragorn. Let Boromir go for now."

Aragorn watched Boromir walk away but they went with Gandalf and his foster brothers to treat the other wounded of Minas Tirith. Quickly word was spreading that the King was indeed in Gondor and they had begun calling him the Elfstone due to his Lorien brooch.

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