Story Summary:
The story of Boromir and his
true love (my version at least) and what happens to her when Boromir
never returns to her. Starts four-five years before the War of the Ring
and ends shortly after it. Rated: R |
Chapter 5
Protection
They had been married for four years. They had eventually moved to a
larger house with rooms for servants but they were still away from
Denethor’s prying eyes. Boromir maintained his quarters on the main
level but the servants knew he did not stay there but they never told.
Their servants were loyal to them and they knew they could be trusted
to never let anyone know that the house belonged not just to Lady
Lillianna but Lord Boromir as well.
They had been through many hard times since the day they got married.
There were days were she prayed he would return to her. It seemed that
every time they turned around orcs were attacking some part of Gondor.
The last two years had been horrible. Osgiliath was becoming the
primary target it seemed. He had moved her out of their quarters in the
city permanently as the dangers grew. She missed the brief respite from
the secrecy they had to continue in Minas Tirith but mostly she was
worried about the fate of the country and her husband. Gondor's forces
were stretched so thin that evil was getting the advantage a lot of the
time. She grew more and more concerned about both Boromir and Faramir.
Denethor was more concerned with keeping Gondor safe than he was
concerned about keeping his own sons safe. He would send them into
battle with low resources and little hope. She knew that he would
eventually send them to their death.
She wanted to beg Boromir to just leave it all behind but she knew he
would not so she never talked of it with him. He had already lost many
of his men and his friends and he seemed more determined than ever to
put an end to the constant invasions. She saw his worries increase to
the point where sometimes even she could not ease his troubles. They
never fought before the last year. They had been fighting more and more
about his father. She hated him and she became unable to keep her
opinion to herself. She had decided early in their marriage that she
was glad that he did not know about their marriage. If he had known,
she would have to see him on a regular basis and be pleasant. She was
not that good at faking her feelings.
Only Faramir knew how worried that she had become and how much she
wanted Boromir to leave this life behind. She wanted to go back to
Rohan and she wanted both of them to go with her. She knew that Boromir
would never leave Gondor though so she never even brought up her desire
with him.
Boromir had been gone for a week when he finally returned to her this
time. While they were cuddling in bed, she noticed that he had cuts and
bruises on his face and she insisted on taking care of them. While he
was lying on the bed and she was tending to his cuts, he was stroking
her skin with a seductive look in his eyes.
“Stop.” She smiled “I am trying to do something here.”
“As am I.” He said as his hand slid to her breast. “I have been gone a long time and I missed my wife.”
“I missed you to my sweet but this will only take me a minute. Besides a few more minutes will not kill you.” She laughed.
As soon as she finished he threw her on her back and began kissing her
all over. She laughed when he rubbed his bearded face across her
stomach.
“Are you laughing at me my naughty temptress?” He said climbing on top
of her holding her hands pinned to the bed above her head.
“If I am, what will you do about it?”
“I am going to teach you a little respect.”
He smiled before he grabbed her lip between his teeth.
Wrapping her legs around him, she said, “Maybe I should teach you some
respect.” She said as she squeezed her legs around his waist.
He let her hands go and she pushed him off her onto the bed then she
straddled him. Unable to go on teasing him, she slid down over his
hardness and sighed.
“I truly have missed you.” She said as she kissed him.
Grabbing her hips in his hands, he moved her up and down on his manhood
in awe of how good she felt. Every time with her, he was amazed at how
much better it felt with the woman he loved than it had with all of the
other women before. She made him feel like they were made for each
other as if she was a missing piece of him. Watching her now sitting on
top of him, he could not imagine a more beautiful sight. Letting her
take control, he slid his hands up her body leaving goose bumps behind.
Her movements became more hurried as she was closer to her climax. He
loved watching her in the throes of passion. It made it so much sweeter
for him. When she arched her back, he moved his hands back to her hips
and began to move her forcefully on his hardness until she moaned and
cried out his name. As soon as she settled down, he rolled them over so
he was on top of her. Moving into her quickly and more forcefully, he
kissed her on her neck as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She
began to suck on his earlobe and he moaned. She started kissing him on
his throat as she moved up to meet his thrusts. Finally, he could take
no more and thrusting into her hard, he exploded deep inside her.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and whispered “Can we just not
stay here like this forever? Forget about Gondor and all else and just
stay here.”
“I wish we could, my love.” He said sadly as he stroked her hair away from her face.
He knew how hard it had been for her lately. He knew she worried about
him but she had reason to worry. Every day he felt lucky to be alive.
Every battle had come to be barely won. Victories were at such high
costs it hardly seemed like victories anymore. Only with her did he
feel completely happy and he was away from her more and more lately.
Rolling off her, he stared at the ceiling for a minute before pulling
her to him.
“Lillianna, if anything happens to me, I want Faramir to take you to
Rohan. Theodred and his cousin Éomer will take care of you and you will
be safer there than here in Gondor.” He said softly.
Sitting up, she looked at him but he wouldn’t look her in the eyes.
“Do not talk like that. Do not talk about not coming home to me. Each
time you leave it is getting harder. I see you leave here with twice as
many men as you return with. I know how tough things have been.” She
said as tears rolled down her face. “Go with me now.”
“Go where?”
“To Rohan. You do not need to be the savior of Gondor. Let your father
save this land. Go with me to Rohan and we can forget about all of
this. We can take Faramir with us and both of you can rest from the
daily battles.”
He stroked her hair and looked at her sweet face. Calmly he said, “You
know I cannot leave. I cannot leave Gondor to fall to the forces of
Mordor. This land is my home. I am sworn to protect it.”
“Are you not sworn to protect me as well?”
“Of course.”
”Then take me from here. Take me from this place before we all end up dead.”
“You are safe here in Minas Tirith.”
“I am not safe from losing you. That is worse than death to me.” She had begun to cry more and he sat up and held her.
Cradling her face he said “Please, let’s not fight. I missed you. I
need to hold you and take comfort in your love. I do not want to talk
about death anymore. Not tonight, not with you.”
Knowing there was nothing to come of this discussion but a fight, she
let the matter drop. He made love to her until the early hours of the
morning before they both fell into an exhausted sleep.
Three days later, Boromir had a dream and woke up sweating. He told her
it was a dream about the One Ring, Isildur’s Bane, and it had been
found. He was comforted by the dream but she was not. She lay awake
worrying what this meant.
The next day, Faramir’s men came to the city looking for Boromir. The
city had been overrun and Faramir’s men could no longer hold it.
Kissing her hard, he left with his men. She was terrified because it
seemed so bad this time. The battles raged for days as they tried to
get citizens out of the city but were unable to do so without putting
their lives further at risk. She had gone to the House of Healing
because she had been sick in the mornings for the last month and
Boromir was concerned. She left there shocked after she was told that
she was finally with child. She wished Boromir were here to share the
good news with.
The next day, a soldier came to her door and she started crying when she saw him fearing that she had lost him.
He was quite confused by her tears as he said “My lady, Lord Boromir
has sent me to bring you to Osgiliath. They have reclaimed the city and
he wishes for you to come there.”
She laughed and much to his dismay hugged the man. She told him she
would meet him in the stables within an hour. Running into the bedroom,
she quickly got dressed in one of Boromir’s favorite gowns and let her
hair down, as he liked it best. Feeling confident that she looked her
best, she rushed to the stables. They rode with others to the city. As
she was looking for him, she found Faramir. She hugged and kissed him.
“I am so glad you are not harmed. I was worried about you.”
“I was worried about me as well.” He joked. “You, however, are like a
breath of fresh air. You remind me what we are fighting so hard to
protect.”
“Oh, your words of flattery should be used on a single woman you can marry not your own sister in law.” She laughed.
“Lillianna, you do look radiantly happy today, more so than usual. Is
there something you are happy about other than Boromir’s victory?”
“I cannot tell. I have not told anyone yet and I want to tell Boromir first.” She smiled
He smiled really big and hugged her tight.
“Your not telling me has allowed me to figure out on my own. I am
so happy for you. Now go tell Boromir quickly. If not, I might tell him
myself.”
Letting her go, he pointed out where he had seen Boromir last.
When she came upon him, he was talking with his men. As soon as he saw
her, he excused himself. She had walked into a storeroom and he
followed her. Grabbing her and lifting her off of her feet, he kissed
her.
“I am so happy you are not hurt. I was more worried about you than normal this time.” She said.
“I had to come home to my princess.” He smiled.
“I have something good news to tell you.” She said softly.
“What is it?” he said kissing her quickly.
“Lord Boromir. Lord Boromir.” She heard a soldier calling him and he groaned.
“Tell me in just a minute, my sweet.” Kissing her quickly, he went out to talk to the soldier.