Posted: January 2004
Title: An Unexpected Reunion
Author: Heather
Type: FCHet
Characters: Boromir/OCF
Rating: NC-17
Beta: I wish!! Where can I get one? :)
Disclaimer :I do not own these characters. It never happened.
Summary/Notes: The Fellowship dock at Parth Galen to an unexpected welcome ... A mysterious ranger summoned by Aragorn. None are more surprised than Boromir....

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"Pray let them be here soon?" Beren muttered anxiously to herself as she bounded lithesomely from her shelter in the huge, sprawling Willow tree. She began yet another restless pace down to the river bank; Eyes searching north to the bend of the rapid flowing river.

'Why the great urgency? Why the secrecy? What is the meaning of this quest?' She wondered. She was restless for answers. Nor could she bear to stay idle long -- though the last few days rendered her some much needed rest. Patience was not one of her greater virtues. She wished for Aragorn to be here soon and to learn the full story behind this mysterious meeting. She thought back to her surprise visitor... A Sindarin Elf named Elrohir who had traveled all the way from Imladris, to her refuge on the eastern slopes of the Sarn Ford with an urgent message from Aragorn. She had learned through Elrohir that Lord Elrond had held an important council in his chambers from which he immediately sent forth a fellowship of nine companions on a quest of the greatest urgency. She was to meet the travelers at Parth Galen at the Falls of Rauros.

She had made the journey here with very little danger. Her stealth and her wits being her best protection. She still prided herself on being the only person ever able to slip through the ill-boding enclaves of Dol Gulder unnoticed. She smiled boastfully to herself at the memory. It was how she first came to meet Gandalf, and it was a task that was to seal their friendship for many years thereafter.

Beren lived for adventure and often sought it in the company of the Rangers of Dunedain, with whom she and her people of the Far North had formed a tenacious kinship. For many years her people had worked fervently with the Numenorean's to aid and protect the free lands of Middle Earth from the dark powers of Mordor and it's evil minions that had been notably increasing throughout recent years.

Deep down she knew there had to be a connection between The One ... The bane of Isildur and this treacherous expedition. She had known of the great Ring of Sauron for many years and accompanied both Aragorn and the old wizard in the tracking and capture of the creature Gollum. She had also lent her aid to the surveillance and sentry of The Shire borders to protect a very important family of halflings who were in someway connected to the ring. She had not the desire to dig too deep into the affairs of others. Though Beren knew; when asked for assistance by Gandalf, it was to the salience of the greater good, therefore worthy of her hand. There were few outside her realm she trusted more, except perhaps Aragorn himself.

*****

She let out a sigh. There was still no sign of them. She gazed up into the blue skies above. It was beautifully marbled with flecks of pink. It really was a glorious morning. It was the first morning in a long time she had not awakened to a bone chilling frost. Spring had finally arrived and for a moment she closed her eyes and relished in the balmy breeze breathing on here face.

She stretched her stiff limbs and let out a long, stifling yawn. The tree had provided good shelter for the night but offered little comfort. She bent down and scooped some water from the ice cold river, splashing some over her face leaving a refreshing tingle on her already flushed, pink cheeks.

After gulping down several scoops of water, Beren was startled by a sudden sound in her midst. She crouched, remaining very still, straining her keen ears to hear more. Not a breath did she take. She was sure she had heard some far off distant voices coming from the North, as if carried through the air by the morning breeze..... She made a rapid ascent back to the shelter of the Willow tree; it's thick, leafy branches providing her only protection from discovery. She did not need an unexpected encounter at this time.

Gingerly, she crept along a wide branch that afforded her a view as far north of the river as the forest leaves allowed....

"Ah finally, they have come!" She smiled as she could now make out the shape of three beautifully crafted boats as they sailed around the bend of The Anduin. They were occupied by eight rather strange passengers.

"A peculiar fellowship indeed" she chuckled softly to herself. As she was now able to observe the group more clearly.

Four little people ... Though quite hardy in appearance. Little folk she assumed were the Shirelings. An Elf there was also ... From the Mirkwood realm she guessed. She did not recognize the fair stranger who's hair shone soft and golden against the reflection of the crystal waters as one of the Rivendell or Lothlorien elves. She momentarily let her gaze rest upon him. Struck by his refined beauty, his serenity and grace.

'Hmmm, Prince-like.' She mused, as the corners of her mouth curled.

Although she considered Elves indeed beautiful and fairest of all races of Middle Earth, she did not care so much for their company. She found their countenance quite pensive and their conversation too sedate. She decided it must be the woes of being cursed with everlasting life.
With a smirk she reluctantly removed her gaze from the Elf to his passenger. A stocky, heavily bearded, grim looking Dwarf.

Upon closer scrutiny she immediately recognized a dearly anticipated face. The strong, handsome face of her dear friend and fellow ranger Aragorn!
Her attention then moved to another. She squinted her eyes for she did not wish to hope.

'It couldn't possibly be?'

She now recognized the second man as Boromir of Gondor, whom she had briefly aided in his journey to Rivendell just a few months earlier. Her heart paced and her cheeks flamed a fiery red. Suddenly she was overcome as the memory of their last hours together filled her stirring heart. Memories that would forever burn passionately in her soul ... Memories that were causing butterflies to leap wildly in her stomach every time this fierce young Captain of Gondor came to her mind.

'Oh Boromir! How can I still my heart when you are but half a league from my arms'

She sucked in her breath and tried to relax and compose her thoughts. She did not want to appear a silly love-sick fool upon their next meeting. Though nothing in her mind could ease away the desire that was now pulsing through her loins. A sensation that assailed her body every time she thought of Boromir's touch. She was consumed by a need that has tormented her since their last tryst. How she ached to be once again, bare in his strong, willful arms. She sucked in a few more deep breaths as she silently watched the boats glide swiftly down the river till they were being pulled onto the bank before her. A warm lingering look at Aragorn was enough to temper her thoughts of Boromir. She realized just how much she missed her dearest friend. He was a brother to her. He would be delighted to know she got his message.

"Strider!".....

*****

The eight companions were immediately startled upon hearing the woman's cry. Instinctively they reached for their weapons. But Aragorn let out a raucous laugh...

"'Tis in vain my friends. You could no sooner find the lady than strike her. Come, put your weapons away... I have a very dear friend I'd like you to meet."

The others looked at each other with a mixture of trepidation and curiosity as the woman sprang with effortless ease, branch by branch from a nearby tree. She was a fair woman of small and slender stature. Her hair, long and honeyed brown was bound at the nape of her neck by a dark leather band. She wore garments that were peculiar to them. Her attire was not that of a woman's but rather that of a hard traveled ranger, but still oddly different. The colors were combined hues of green and brown. Hardly surprising she was able to keep from being seen in the tree. Her clothes were made of thick cotton save the brown leather tunic that covered her torso and leather cufflets that adorned her forearms. A belt, wrapped around her hips held two daggers; one on either side. She wore no cloak, so her womanly form was very evident from beneath the cloth.
Her fair face was warm and friendly. Liquid brown eyes peeked out from beneath thick dark lashes and her pink rosebud lips gave way to the most heartwarming smile. She was like a breath of fresh air and they were all immediately drawn to the mysterious stranger.

*****

She ran smiling towards Aragorn's outstretched arms. The company looked on dumbfounded as they shared a tender embrace. Peering over Aragorn's shoulder Beren gave them an affectionate smile. She beheld them with great interest. 'They looked wearied and hungry and in need of bathing'- she thought. The journey it seemed was taking it's toll on them. She was suddenly struck by the somber appearance of Boromir. His face was ashen and he seemed withdrawn and immersed in his own thoughts. He could not even meet her gaze. Beren's face crumpled and she felt a chill go through her heart like an icy dagger. Till now she had been afraid to look Boromir's way, for fear her blushing cheeks would reveal her girlish adoration. Now her eyes longingly searched his face pleading for some response.

Boromir remained detached and paid no heed to her hurt, but her crestfallen face did not escape Aragorn. He had long suspected an affection between Beren and Boromir, for he had spoken endlessly of her upon his arrival in Rivendell.

"Will you take council with me My Lady? There is much to tell but we are pressed for time. We cannot linger here too long"

"Of course My Lord. Come gather firewood with me ... Perhaps your friends would like to take this time to bathe and rest awhile?"

Again she looked upon Boromir; still nothing. He seemed to be muttering something under his bated breath. This both alarmed and repulsed her, This was not the Boromir she remembered with the greatest fondness. The valiant, mesmerizing Boromir who's laughter could fill the air for miles was now replaced by this ominous, glowering creature.

The others begun unloading the boats as Boromir slumped to his resting spot against a tree in the thicket. She turned to them and said, "I took advantage of the clear night to hunt rabbit and gather fruit. We shall eat upon our return" Beren took one last glance over her shoulder at Boromir.

He was staring at her!

Beneath his sullen appearance she could now see a glimmer of light in his eyes and a tortured look of pain and sadness seemed to be aimed toward her. Her heart beat wildly in her chest. She wanted to go to him, throw herself into his arms, stroke his face.... She did not know what pained him so, but she now wanted nothing more than to go to him and hold him tight and ease it from him. She could do nothing right now. She had urgent business with Aragorn and so followed him into the forest.

Once they were out of view of the others, Aragorn placed a hand on Beren's shoulder and spun her around to face him. She looked searchingly into his face and as if reading her thoughts he said....

"He is not himself Beren, this is one of the reasons I called for your aid"

"What Haunts him Aragorn?" Please tell me"

Aragorn was silent for a moment before releasing a sigh. "It's the ring. We have it here in our possession and we have traveled a long and perilous path already but it must end here......" He paused, but Beren urged him to carry on. "The fellowship is breaking My Lady, The ring has taken Boromir and before long we may all succumb to it's evil"

Beren had suspected this journey was related to the ring so she was not at all surprised but she still had many questions.

"Tell me everything Aragorn ... and what must I do?"

*****

Beren choked back the last of her tears before rejoining the group. She had learned much from Aragorn. The reason for this perilous journey, the plan to destroy the ring, why Frodo must part ways with the fellowship -- and why the others must make for Minas Tirith - She'd learned of Gollum's escape, The fall of Gandalf..........

Fresh tears were threatening to spill from her eyes; She had loved the old wizard dearly and couldn't bear the thought of a world without him. If he were here right now, she knew he too would have requested this task of her. She was more than ready to swear an undying oath to this unique and courageous group of friends. She knew Gollum would never give up his pursuit of the Hobbit, and more importantly the Ring. So she was appointed the task of tracking Frodo from afar, protecting him from Gollums clutches. It would not be easy ... For Gollum's stealth and skill in tracking equally rivaled her own. She had pledged her service to accompany Frodo by his side into Mordor, but Aragorn was afraid the treachery of the Ring would take hold of her. So they agreed it would be best if she focus her attention on tracking Gollum's moves in the hope of trapping him.

Two of the hobbits squabbling over the perfect way to season rabbit suddenly caught her attention and she couldn't help but give a weak smile along with the rest. She had always admired Hobbits. Their ability to shrug off danger in favor of a nice hearty meal. They really were extraordinary little folk.

She gazed tenderly at her beloved Boromir, unless her eyes cheated her, she believed she saw the hint of a smile on his tired face. She felt her spirits begin to soar again.

*****

Once the company were feeling suitably relaxed and replenished; With their bellies full they decided to stretch out for some much needed sleep in the warm midmorning sunshine. Boromir was restless and the wretched thoughts flooding his mind prevented him from a peaceful slumber. He rose and walked to the water's edge. Peering at his reflection he was aghast by the darkness that now seem to cloak him. 'What must she think of me?' he groaned inwardly. He had thought of Beren constantly since their journey together through Dunland. He was in love with the passionate, beautiful, untamed woman. The dreams of returning to her was the only thing preventing him from forcefully seizing the ring from Frodo's neck! He shook his head trying to block out the evil thoughts engulfing his mind. He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs, he wanted Frodo to be gone, far away from his menacing mind. He was afraid for Frodo. He was afraid for himself ... He despised who he had become.

"Boromir?"

He did not dare move. Her sweet voice rang like music in his ears. He immediately felt the tension gently ease away from his body. Then he saw her approaching reflection in the river below. He closed his eyes as she lay a loving hand upon his back.

'She takes my breath away'

"I have missed you Boromir... Will you not speak with me?"

He turned to face Beren and as soon as their eyes met he felt a softening in his heart. Like a warm ray of spring sun thawing the last of the winter ice. Her tender, brown eyes, full of concern were searching his face, willing some words to spill from his lips.

"My lady, you have not left my thoughts since I last saw you. I have greatly desired to see you again. I only wish it were under better circumstances; You see... I'm ...... I mean I'm not ......." Beren held a finger to his lips. She sensed the despair in his voice.

"Shhhhh, I know Boromir, but I am here now" She lovingly caressed the side of his face and smiled. Her eyes never leaving his.

Boromir was suddenly filled with a deep yearning to feel the warmth of Beren's lips upon his own, to explore her luscious mouth with his tongue. He wanted to take this beautiful woman who had fervidly stirred his dreams in his arms and hold her tight against his chest and never let her go.

He looked toward his friends. They were sleeping peacefully. How they managed to sleep above the din of Gimli's snoring he did not know. With a small laugh he turned back to Beren then grasping her hand he swiftly lead her to a clearing in the forest.

*****
Beren was exhilarated. She did not know what had come over Boromir, he seemed very much his old self again. When she heard his sudden laughter and when he took her hand in his she immediately felt that familiar warmth course through her body. How she wanted him!

By the time they reached the seclusion of the forest their desire had already overcome them. Beren reached for Boromir face and drew it close to her own. "Take me Boromir, Please love me like it will be our last time" He understood they were soon to be parted; to resume their own perilous journeys, he knew this may very well be the last moment they would share. They were not going to be alone for long. He did not want to rush this moment, but with the urgency soaring through his veins and causing his manhood to stiffen in agonizing need of release; He knew it would not be long.

In an instant his mouth was bearing down on hers forcing her lips apart with his tongue. Her mouth was tender but she returned the same fervor in her passion as her lover. Their tongues became entwined and he could taste the sweetness of the brambles she had eaten earlier. He drew her hair from it's bind which allowed it to flow around her shoulder. He then withdrew his mouth from hers for a moment to bury his face into her soft hair. It smelled faintly of sandalwood and fresh rain, just like he had remembered. He inhaled Beren's rich scent deeply into his memory; he never wanted to forget it.

She struggled out of his grasp and began to remove her clothing piece by piece and let them fall to the ground. Boromir could not sway his eyes away from his beautiful love. He stood silently ... unmoved.

"Remove your garments Boromir, my eyes too are hungry for flesh" She flashed a saucy grin which made him laugh.

"Of course my lady, Though I do not wish to cheat you of the marvel my eyes are rewarding this moment, I daresay I'm getting the better deal of the bargain"

They both laughed aloud as they anxiously hurried to remove the rest of their clothing.
They were soon completely naked and once again wrapped in each others arms. Boromir closed his eyes, never wanting this moment to pass. He was consumed with desire. It scoured every thought from his memory up till this very moment. He had not felt such peace in his heart since he last lay naked with Beren. He dropped to his knees burying his face into her smooth navel as she gripped his long silken hair between her fingers and shuddered from the feeling of Boromir's lips upon her skin. He trailed his fingers up her body till his hands cupped her lovely, firm breasts and he teased the soft pink nipples with his thumbs making them harden in an instant. Beren groaned unable to think of anything but the desire burning between her legs. She was becoming very moist and she urged Boromir to touch her there. She wanted his fingers probing between her slippery folds and finding their way deep inside here. Boromir had other plans. He pulled her gently down to the ground. The forest floor was littered with leaves; it was comfortably soft. He lowered himself carefully on top of Beren and kissed her lovingly. His hardness pressed between her thighs making her squirm. Beren forced her legs apart allowing him to fit snugly between them. She whispered in his ear how much she desired to feel his cock inside her, He told her he wanted that too, but there was something else he had hungered for. She looked at him questioningly.

"I want to taste you"

Beren wasn't quite sure what he meant, but before long he was moving slowly down her body, stopping only to suckle on her nipples .. enticing them with his wet tongue. The grip of her thighs around his waist grew tighter as she writhed beneath his body. She barely noticed his mouth move lower down past her navel. She was lost in a world she did not wish to leave. She suddenly realized she could feel his warm breath between her legs. She had not experienced this before and wasn't sure what to expect but when Boromir's tongue found her swollen pearl she cried out, she could not help herself. The sensation was more than she could handle. The more she moaned and squirmed the more Boromir's tongue flicked around till he was deep between her legs drinking the sweet juices from her while his fingers stroked the insides of her thighs.

"Boromir, Oh Boromir -- it's happening!" Her voice was deep and breathy.

That peculiar feeling Beren remembered all too well from her last encounter with Boromir crept over her. It felt like a hundred butterflies were leaping wildly through her body. Her limbs began to stiffen and she felt a charge go off from where Boromir's warm mouth was sucking. She cried out loud, she no longer feared discovery. At this very moment she cared for nothing in the world but the beautiful man between her legs devouring her.

When at last she was able to relax her legs she released her grip on Boromir's neck. He crept slowly back up the contours her body till they were once again facing each other. She was too elated to even speak, all she could do was simply stare into his eyes in rapturous amazement. Bormomir seemed to rejoice in this reaction and licked his lips, savoring his prize.

Beren was drained, but far from spent. She rolled out from beneath Boromir forcing him on his back. She wished to return the pleasure he so lovingly bestowed on her. Staring at his towering, erect cock she was eager to sample a taste ... taking it in her hands she stroked it gently, feeling it throb beneath her palms. She then lowered her head closer till her mouth was almost upon it. She attempted a few licks, swirling her tongue around the engorged tip. She could hear Boromir instantly suck in his breath. Before long Beren was driven by her own desire and by the sounds escaping Boromir's lips and took his manhood deep in her mouth, her tight lips forcing his foreskin back, exposing the glistening flesh underneath. He slowly moved his hips to the movement of her mouth as she sucked devotedly between tight lips. With a slight yelp he stopped her, but she did not want to. She wanted to savor his fluid as he had...

"Nay My Lady, for I would much rather spill my seed somewhere else"

Beren rolled her eyes but smiled with glee as she straddled Boromir and plunged herself gently down on him. When she slid him in as far as she could they both groaned. They stayed motionless for a while enjoying the sensation of feeling connected as one. After a short time the craving for stimulation took over and she slowly began to grind herself on him. She marveled at the sight of Boromir's strong muscular body below her. His hands gripped her hips as he drove his cock deep inside as she bounded up and down on it. She looked at his face, it was etched almost if he were in pain, but she could feel the pleasure emanating from him. Beren was struck by a desire to control him. Make him as vulnerable as she, when he had used his tongue on her. She grabbed him by the wrists holding them over his head; he didn't even struggle .... He wanted to be consumed by her. She quickened her pace, thrusting herself harder on his magnificent cock. Before long Boromir was squirming wildly beneath her then let out a loud groan before releasing every last drop of his seed into her.

Beren flung herself down and lay with her head on her lovers chest. Now! she felt utterly spent, but completely content. But a sadness soon crept in. Too soon they would be parted to travel different paths. She may never see him again. Boromir showered her head with kisses, trailing a finger along her face, he felt a tear roll down her cheek. He understood what she was feeling, for he was feeling it too. There were no words needed. They only needed the warmth of each others embrace.

They did not get the chance to lay together long when they heard Aragorn calling out their names. They reluctantly arose from the leaf strewn ground and began dressing. They could scarce look at one another, for a single glance would be enough to make them weep. The time was coming for them to say their good-byes and neither had the heart nor the will to do it. Before they left the forest to rejoin the others Boromir grabbed Beren and knelt before her, He slowly looked up till he was gazing earnestly into her eyes....

"I will find you again my love, and when I do we will not be parted again"

Beren could say nothing, for her lip trembled and tears welled up in her shiny brown eyes. She just took Boromir's hand and held it lovingly to her face.

Hand in hand they walked from the forest.

Aragorn was soon upon them and turned his attention to Boromir.

"My friend, we must make haste -- Frodo is gone and the others are searching for him; I fear a threat is upon us ... Find the others for we must prepare to leave immediately. I must speak with Beren alone"

With one last lingering look at Beren, Boromir turned and took off in search of his friends. She gazed after him trying to swallow the hard lump forming in her throat. She stood numbed as Aragorn explained that it was time. They had to let Frodo go. He told her Frodo's trail would likely lead her to the Emyn Muil. She nodded but did not say a word. She embraced her good friend, adjusted her knife belt then took off running back in the direction of the forest.......

It didn't take Beren long to trace Frodo's steps. She would soon begin her vigil of protecting the little Hobbit and it was to be the beginning of a tireless match of wits with Gollum. But not once did Boromir leave her mind.

She did not know that day that her beloved would once again succumb to the evil of the Ring and be brutally slain by the Uruk's.

She did not know that the seed he planted in her womb would soon thrive and bear her a son. A son she would name Boromir.

*****

Beren stopped dead in her tracks the instant she heard the Horn of Gondor -- Her Boromir ... He was bidding her farewell. Her heart swelled with love as her face gave way to a beaming smile.

'He takes my breath away'

Beren resumed her pace with a lighter spring in her step. She would count the days till she was back in his arms again.

*****

Boromir felt the icy cloak engulf him the second Beren was gone from his sight. He knew he had to defeat it. But upon finding Frodo, an evil malignity seeped into his mind ... bending it's will against him.

*****

He was thankful Frodo was able to outsmart him and once he sensed the Hobbit and the Ring had long surpassed his reach, Boromir felt the shadow lift once again. There was no time to think of it now. A pack of Uruk-Hai were soon attacking their camp. The group were still scattered in the search for Frodo but he'd learned from Aragorn that he and Sam had made it safely to the eastern shore. Aragorn also reassured him that Beren could not be captured. They had to find Pippin and Merry.

Boromir found the two Hobbits....

He was too late.

They were surrounded by more Uruk's than he cared to count. Death was upon him. He knew he must do his best to help the little ones get away before that first arrow speared him. With one last thought of his beautiful Beren he raised his horn to his mouth. He hoped with all his heart she would hear him and know he was saying good-bye........

One last time.

*****

THE END

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