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 7

Boromir followed Aragorn to find the others.

"We will ride to aid the White City, but my course is set I must first tread the Paths of the Dead. We leave at once." Aragorn informed him.

Once outside Boromir mounted his horse beside Aragorn. Legolas looked at Boromir.

"We ride again?" Legolas asked.

"Only if you choose freely would I have you come, for you will find toil and great fear and perhaps worse on the Paths of the Dead." Aragorn announced.

"We said we would follow you Aragorn, and follow you we shall, even on this Path of the Dead." Gimli said proudly.

Aragorn set off ahead of them and then Gimli turned to Boromir. "Although I am getting quite dizzy with all this turning around, we must go back to Edoras to get to that road am I right?" The dwarf complained and Boromir laughed.

"He knows what he is doing." Boromir defended Aragorn's actions.

"No doubt, just seems a strange way to get to Gondor." Gimli said finally. Boromir had to agree, but Aragorn did know more of this part of the world than he did.

All of them rode back to Edoras, and met up with Haldir's men halfway there. The archers fell in behind the horsemen.

Boromir rode beside Aragorn as usual with Gimli and Legolas close behind.

"These Paths of the Dead...I don't know much about this road, but it does not sound particularly festive." Boromir mused.

Aragorn chuckled. "Festive? No dear one there is a prophecy Malbeth the Seer said that Isildur's Heir may travel the Paths of the Dead when great need drives him. The road is barred to all others."

"Wonderful." Boromir interjected. "Care to elaborate a bit more or should I start writing our eulogies now?"

Aragorn grinned. "You are particularly full of mirth today. The Dead swore an oath of loyalty to Isildur but then recanted when he asked them to fight against Sauron. He then cursed them that they would find no rest until they were summoned to fulfill their oaths. Even though death claimed them, they would not be released. As Isildur's Heir, I am given the right to call them to my aid. I believe the time is now to do this." Aragorn explained.

"Ah is that all? Anything else I should know about Isildur's heir…you can't fly and spin gold out of the air can you?" Boromir asked grimacing at his own poor joke. No he was not looking forward to this at all.

Aragorn laughed and shook his head. He wasn't sure what he would have done without Boromir's levity even in times as grim as this.

When they arrived at Edoras they were met by the Lady Éowyn.

"It is good to see you all again, I will have rooms prepared so you may rest." Éowyn announced smiling widely at Boromir and Aragorn. "But why did you return, Éomer said that you would be going to Gondor?"

"We are, but my path leads me to Dunharrow." Aragorn explained.

"Dunharrow…no road runs east or south from there…I fear you have been led astray." Éowyn warned.

"I am not astray, there is a road out of this valley tomorrow we shall ride by the Paths of the Dead." Aragorn explained.

Boromir watched closely as Éowyn's eyes grew wide and her face blanched.

"But Aragorn, that road is closed to the living." Éowyn cried worriedly.

"That is my road, my lady." Aragorn answered.

Boromir shook his head at the girl and she turned away. They ate dinner and then went to their rooms for the night.

Boromir was about to close the door when Éowyn approached. "Lord Boromir, please speak to him…have him ride with my brother…do not allow him to ride that road. That road will lead you all to certain death."

"My Lady I understand your worry but Aragorn has every right to do this. He explained to me what it is he seeks to do tomorrow…he knows what he is doing, he will not be harmed. I will not allow that." Boromir explained.

"What about you?" Éowyn asked.

"Me?" Boromir responded shocked.

"You are not Dunedain, you are not an Elf, you are not the heir of Isildur, how can you tread this path without harm? I do not wish to see you harmed." Éowyn pleaded.

"My lady as long as I am with Aragorn I will be protected, his men will be allowed to cross onto this road." Boromir explained.

"Take me with you then…I can fight, I can ride, allow me to ride with you." Éowyn pleaded.

"That is not my choice to make." Boromir answered. "Your duty is here, in Edoras."

"Do not speak to me of duty, my lord!" Éowyn cried.

Aragorn came to the door. "What is this?" Aragorn asked looking from Éowyn to Boromir.

"You speak to her…I am tired. Goodnight my lady." Boromir said striding across the room to his bed.

Éowyn stood gaping at the blond man walking away and then looked to Aragorn beseechingly.

"Lord Aragorn…" She began but he stepped out the door into the hall.

Boromir heard no more of their conversation and quickly stripped down to his breeches and lay on the bed. He understands Éowyn. She too is enamored with Aragorn…just as he is.

When Aragorn returned to the room he smiled at Boromir. Éowyn was in love with Boromir of that much Aragorn was sure now.

"What?" Boromir asked.

"Nothing, dear one. Nothing. Lady Éowyn is full of fire." Aragorn said smiling.

"That she is, a good lass, but high strung I think." Boromir said laying back on the bed.

Aragorn laughed. "You don't like that in a woman?" Aragorn asked curiously.

"Certainly but I don't care of it when it's directed at me. Then again if she were my woman I suppose I could find a great many ways to shut her up." Boromir said grinning.

"Really?" Aragorn asked pulling off his tunic and tossing it on the chair. "And how exactly would you do that?"

"Come here and let me show you." Boromir answered with a wicked gleam in his eye that caused Aragorn to shudder.

"I thought you said you were tired?" Aragorn teased.

"Not anymore." Boromir said grinning and sitting up on the bed.

"Too long have I waited for this." Aragorn said crossing the room to stand before Boromir clad only in his breeches.

"Too long." Boromir agreed standing and wrapping his arms around the man he loved so dearly…his King.

Their lips met softly at first and then the kiss grew more demanding…though neither man fought for dominance. It was a kiss that spoke of love, of trust, of friendship, and passion. Breaking off the kiss, Boromir dragged his mouth lower to taste Aragorn's throat and the soft skin below his ear.

"Aragorn...I want this...I want you." Boromir said looking deep into his Kings blue eyes. He had wanted this for so long he can't remember a time when he didn't want this.

"As do I, love." Aragorn said kissing him again.

Boromir sucked Aragorn's lower lip into his mouth, caressing it with his tongue. Aragorn opened to him and Boromir plundered his mouth and tugged the older man closer to him. Aragorn felt Boromir's hard length grind against his own and when he moaned Boromir answered with his own. Their hands tangled in one another's hair and their beards scraped each other's skin as they feverishly kissed until Aragorn had to come up for air.

"Gods Boromir!" He gasped as he drew a shaky breath and found himself lost in sparkling green eyes.

"Take whatever you want of me, my liege." Boromir said in surrender. He would do whatever Aragorn wanted.

Aragorn stared at him for a moment.

"I do not wish to take you Boromir." Aragorn answered and he saw pain flash into Boromir's eyes. "Do not misunderstand my love, I would prefer that you take me." Aragorn said smoothing his hand across Boromir's cheek. Boromir was stunned; he did not think that a King, a man such as Aragorn would want that. Never had he dreamed it.

"But...have you ever?" Boromir stammered.

"No, but I have never loved another man as I love you, Boromir. I wish for you to take me." Aragorn repeated.

"Then we need to get rid of all our clothing." Boromir said pushing Aragorn back. Aragorn nearly laughed. They both removed their breeches and then tumbled back onto the bed wrapped in each other's arms. Boromir pulled Aragorn down into another deep kiss and then shifted their position until he was on his side with Aragorn on his back. He ran his hands all across his king's body, exploring his scars, and muscles. He had seen Aragorn before but never allowed himself time to truly look at his beautiful form. Boromir began trailing kisses across Aragorn's chest and then teased a tight nipple with his teeth and tongue. Aragorn writhed under the touch and gasped.

"Please...Boromir." He begged.

Boromir smiled against his skin and began licking and kissing lower until he came to his stomach and then lower still. As Boromir slowly took Aragorn's hard length into his mouth, a deep groan rumbled from the darker man. Boromir set a steady pace licking and sucking until he heard Aragorn moaning and could taste him in his mouth. He had dreamed of this, oh he had dreamed of this so often. He began working in earnest and used his hand to caress Aragorn's balls and then he pressed his finger against his tight opening. He did not enter him just applied pressure which caused Aragorn to call out and his hips to buck off the bed and spill inside Boromir's mouth. Boromir licked and sucked until he was satisfied his love was sated only then he raised up to look at him. Aragorn looked down at the blond man and tugged him up for a deep kiss. He could still taste himself in the kiss and it made him flush with another wave of desire.

"Take me, Boromir." Aragorn whispered and he saw the flames of passion leap in his lovers green eyes.

"Turn over onto your knees it will be easier this first time that way. I have no desire to hurt you." Boromir advised then he rolled off the bed and grabbed his pack.

"What are you doing?" Aragorn asked.

"Seeking...this." He said pulling out a small vial that resembled the one that contained his sword oil.

Soon Boromir was back on the bunk and between his lover's legs. He began rubbing the oil on his trembling fingers then rubbed them against his lover's tight opening. Slowly a single finger slid inside Aragorn and he could feel him tense.

"Relax my love, I will not hurt you, please." Boromir whispered. Aragorn willed himself to relax and soon Boromir's finger curled inside of him and hit a spot, which made him jump. Stars danced in front of his eyes and he gasped and moaned loudly.

Boromir smiled. "That makes the discomfort more than bearable does it not?"

"More." Was all Aragorn could say.

Soon one finger was replaced with two and then three. Aragorn was moaning and gasping finally he said, "Please Boromir I want to feel you inside of me...please take me beloved."

Boromir shivered at the words...they were almost his undoing.

"Yes, love." Boromir answered and removed his fingers. Aragorn nearly whimpered at the loss but soon he felt the heat of Boromir's erection pressing against his entrance slowly. Aragorn clenched his teeth, his cock was thicker than his fingers and there was pain but there was also pleasure. Once Boromir was seated fully within his King he stopped and waited for Aragorn to adjust to the intrusion. Aragorn shifted pushing back toward Boromir and that was all the invitation the blond man needed. He began pumping into his love with deep slow thrusts, then he changed angle and Aragorn suddenly moaned loudly and his hips thrust back as Boromir hit that spot again.

"Boromir! More!" Aragorn called out and the younger man began moving faster plunging deep within him. Both men were moaning with each deep thrust and Aragorn called out in elvish. The foreign words pushed Boromir over the edge and soon he was slamming into the other man with force and speed, as both were nearing the edge. Boromir reached around and stroked the other man's erection with long smooth movements. Aragorn cried out as another orgasm slammed through his body with such force he was shuddering and barely able to stay on his hands and knees. A moment later Boromir called out his release as he spilled inside his lover. Both men collapsed onto the bed shuddering and gasping for air. After a few moments Boromir pulled away and then collapsed beside Aragorn pulling him into a tight embrace and kissing his forehead.

"I love you." He whispered softly.

Aragorn smiled. "And I love you dear one." He had never felt anything quite like that before in his life. He intended to feel it again and again with Boromir. It had been well worth the wait.

That morning seemed to arrive far too soon. They ate breakfast before the sun rose and set out for the paths. Again Éowyn had attempted to come with them, practically begging Aragorn in front of them all, but he turned her away. Boromir watched as Aragorn looked sadly ahead.

"You didn't like telling her no." Boromir whispered.

"No, her heart is commanding her to do things that she knows in her mind she should not. Her duty is with her people, her brother and her King." Aragorn answered.

Boromir didn't say anything more of it and they rode in silence until after nightfall. Soon the riders halted before a single mighty stone.

The elves were not bothered by it all except the dark trees that surrounded them. Those had a certain despair in them that affected even the elves.

"We will need to lead the horses." Aragorn said dismounting.

Boromir joined him. "What is it?" Boromir asked noticing that Aragorn looked worried.

"Are you sure you wish to follow me down this path?" Aragorn asked.

"Yes. Perhaps I have taken leave of my senses but yes, I will follow you on this path and any other." Boromir stated firmly.

Aragorn looked around, most of the men and elves were milling around speaking in hushed worried tones. He leaned toward Boromir and pulled him into his arms. "Thank you."

Aragorn led his horse toward the dark door then called out "The hour has come. I am Elessar, Isildur's heir! Speed only we ask. Let us pass, and then come. I summon you to the Stone of Erech!" Aragorn proclaimed.

There was no answer, but a chilling blast of wind passed through the doorway. The air itself seemed thick with the scent of the death, and Boromir felt an uneasy feeling wash over him. Aragorn had a gleam in his eye that Boromir had only ever seen a few times before...it was when he looked the most like a King.

Aragorn turned to Boromir. "It will only take until nightfall to pass this road."

"Wonderful." Boromir muttered following Aragorn through the dark door. He looked over at Legolas and Gimli and attempted a smile though he wasn't sure he had succeeded.

The elves seemed immune to the ghosts but Boromir and Gimli along with some of the Rangers and Rohirrim who had joined them had to use every ounce of strength they possessed to keep from being driven mad. As they walked Aragorn noted that the dead were circling and coming closer to the men. Aragorn cried out as he unsheathed Anduril, "Back! You shall abide by my command!"

The Dead hissed collectively and shrunk back behind the Rangers. When they finally emerged from the other side of the mountain path Boromir could feel a collective change in himself and the men around them.

"The dead are following us." Legolas commented. "I can see them."

"Where in Middle Earth are we?" Gimli asked from behind Legolas.

"Blackroot, men call it." Elladan answered.

"Come we must ride hard to reach Erech!" Aragorn called.

The company rode hard and fast and reached the Stone of Erech before midnight where they halted. Elrohir gave a silver horn to Aragorn. When he blew it there as a sound of answering horns that made the hair on the back of Boromir's neck stand on end.

"Oath breakers, why have you come?" Aragorn cried out.

A voice was heard out of that night as if from far away. "To fulfill our oath and have peace."

"The hour is come at last. Now I go to Pelargir and you shall follow. When all this land is clean of the servants of Sauron, I will hold the oath fulfilled, and you shall have peace and depart forever. For I am Elessar, Isildur's heir of Gondor!" Aragorn cried out.

Halbarad unfurled the standard which he had brought from Arwen, though it appeared black with no design upon it! The company camped beside the stone that night, but they slept little.

Boromir was sitting beside Aragorn. "The men are uneasy about the shadows as am I."

"Do not fear death, they will not harm us." Aragorn answered.

"I know…still doesn't take away the feeling of dread they cast upon all of us." Boromir answered.

Aragorn squeezed his shoulder. "I am glad you are here with me, it makes this all much easier having you here."

"Good." Boromir answered. "We should try to rest."

When dawn came Aragorn rose and pressed the company onward. They rode hard against time itself, as they had to beat the men of the south to their ships. As they rode they met with hordes of Orcs and wild men of Sauron. The Dead fought mercilessly for their freedom from their curse.

"Gods Aragorn I am glad they are on our side." Boromir muttered as they recounted the day's battles.

"Aye, my thoughts exactly young master!" Gimli agreed. Aragorn laughed, as did Legolas.

They continued onward to their destination. Then darkness fell across the land from Mordor. Day was night, and still they drove on.

As they entered the villages near the city Boromir cried out, "The Captain of the White Tower calls you to arms! Gondor calls you to arms!" He thought this would be easier had those damnable orcs not stolen his horn.

All who could join the march did. Boromir could not be more proud of his countrymen. When they arrived at Pelargir, Aragorn called on the Dead to drive the enemies of Gondor from their ships. Aragorn appointed one Dúnedain in commanded of each vessel and Boromir found men who knew the river to navigate each ship. The sun was setting when he boarded the largest ship with Boromir, Gimli, Legolas, and the twins.

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