Boromir Aesir · @Boromir_Aesir
22nd Mar 2014 from TwitLonger
Wishes-verse. After http://www.twitlonger.com/show/n_1s0o7av
Boromir and Kélan talk about where they will go, after the war with the East.
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Kélan
"Born from the rays of dawn
rose a warrior proud and fair..."
Kélan hummed the old tune while working on the weapon's repairs, the winds had finally turned and the sun returned from the South. Boromir was fully healed and back with the troops. Only that the news coming from the Eastern Capital were a surprise, the old Emperor had died and his son wanted to negotiate. Something King Elessar had taken him up on. Which meant they were still sitting here, waiting for results and if Kélan was honest it might mean the end of their campaigns in a while. He wondered what it would mean for him - or rather what it would mean for the life he had led these last few months. When peace came and they returned back West, Boromir would probably find himself with a high title and the well earned thanks of a nation he had defended for so long.
Kélan sighed and focused back on his work. He had needed some time to fix all the damage to Boromir's sword and realign the arcane patterns inside. The latter a straining process, Kélan's training was sketchy at best and more that he had learned under the whip than as a free dwarrow. Heavy steps told him a familiar dwarrow was coming close.
Dwalin stopped close to the fire. "Still working?" he asked, many of the conversations were like that. Carefully searching for common ground, carefully avoiding topics that were a problem.
"The blade was damaged in that attempt on King Elessar yesterday," Kélan replied. "Boromir managed to have the intuition to be right there when that madman tried - and kill the creep. Not the first time he saves the King's life, if I understand Anarion right. I promised him I'd have the blade fixed by sundown."
"Do you think that King Elessar will truly agree to peace?" Dwalin asks, and Kélan can tell that his own choices sit hard on the older dwarrow's shoulders.
"He will - he is a man of peace, much more than a man of war." Kélan does not show he actually knows that man, that he helped him escape from the chains long ago. That is nothing anyone needs to know. Low life had the advantage that no one really asked who you were, or what you had done, it allowed a mask that helped him to hide quite well. "Which is why he and Boromir balance so well."
Dwalin nodded. "You might be right - and leading this campaign to the edge of the Eastern sea... well, I'd think the Captain had it in him, but maybe it is better if he does not have to storm the beastrider mountains. They are good people... good people, but they'd fight like the wild lions." From a bit away Kélan can hear Veryan call out for Dwalin, those two hit it right off, when they met, and Veryan never asked where Dwalin came from.
Kélan finished his work and let the fire burn out. He swiftly washed up, before bundling the repaired weapons up and then went to find Boromir to deliver the blade, pushing aside all dark thoughts. Maybe that good time they had would not last forever, but right now he wanted to be with his love.
Boromir
With the king deep in negotiations, Boromir has been on loose ends. The Easterlings did not want him present, so he stayed behind, having to find something to occupy his own time with. In truth, Boromir is just as happy to have been left at camp as it has given him time to look over the forces and work out how to get them moving in an orderly manner, as well as start to plot out a path west for them to go by, and who may be best to hold the rear. Depending on the results of the negotiation, they could also be leaving a force to hold Dorwinion, though Boromir knows that is an unsure thing, yet he factors in the possibility.
But in the end, it all waits on the king, and the results of his meeting. All the planning Boromir does now is yet undecided until then, and right now he could do with returning to his quarters and relaxing. Hopefully Kélan will have finished work for the day as well.
Kélan
Kélan reaches Boromir's quarters wondering if he'll be here or over at the King's camp. If so Kélan will have to find a way to talk Anarion into bringing the sword over there. There are a few familiar faces in King Elessar's court, and especially the envoy of the dwarrow is someone Kélan does not want to run into. The question answers itself quickly, when he sees a very familiar warrior too approach the tower. With a smile Kélan sets down the weapon's bundle when he sees him, a warm smile relaxing his mien and his eyes warm. "I had not been sure I'd find you here."
Boromir
Boromir offers a half-smile and a shrug. "There is only so much that be done before negotiations are finished and our course decided." He says as he puts an arm around Kélan's shoulders. "Even I can run out of scenarios of what we could end up doing. Besides, I would like to have some time away from making empty plans."
Kélan
Without truly noticing Kélan gravitates towards the touch, the arm around his shoulders. In such small gestures he feels doubly strong how deeply he fell in love with this warrior. "I think I can distract you from empty plans," he replies with a wink. "especially as there are only two scenarios that are likely." He knows that Boromir has been thinking on details if they have to storm the Easterling capital, and misinterprets that deliberately. He points to the blade and weapons. "I got your sword back into shape."
Boromir
"Thank you." Boromir says as he takes the sword, absently tracing fingers over the guard. He does not strap it on, but instead keeps a hold of it as they step into his rooms, where he can set it to rest, next to the rack he keeps his armour on when not wearing it.
One thing he has had to readjust to is the armour - so long not wearing while healing and all his tolerance for it's weight seemed to have vanished on him. He knows it was not quite that bad, but he still has a reaction at the moment of wanting it off as soon as he settles for the evening. He starts carefully stripping it down, piece by piece.
Kélan
While watching Boromir getting rid of the lighter version of his armor is certainly a treat, Kélan does not simply stand and watch. Walking over he reaches up to help with the pauldrons. "Allow me?" It is one of those small things that allow him to still take care a little of Boromir, and something he loves doing. Boromir's injuries have healed well, but the muscles need to get used to the armor again, not to mention that some of the scars were more sensitive to the heavy material.
Boromir
Boromir gives him a soft smile and a nod. "You are always very welcome." He says in a low warm tone, giving Kélan room to work. His minds starts to think over again what might come about once Elessar returns. "Should the war be ended, what would you wish to do? I have been thinking of whether I wish to return to Gondor, though I find myself concerned as to how people would treat you there."
Kélan
Kélan schools his face to outward calm, though his heart is skipping painfully, realizing that Boromir would want to be with him, even when the long war is finally over. "When this war ends you will have a hard time to evade the thanks of a nation," he replies, he knows, no King can afford to seem ungrateful and a Captain who fought so many successful wars for his King... it's a logical thing. "And given he has some fondness for you, I'd guess he'd decide on a title somewhere not too far from him - either down in Gondor proper or in the Northern holdings, I'd guess." He looks up, dark eyes warm when they meet Boromir's gaze. "And people do not tend to notice what they do not need to. I doubt many people would notice me, if I play it smart." No one notices servants, or what they perceive as such.
Boromir
"Which would you feel better with though?" Boromir looks at him, trying to read into him. "In Gondor where you will have to hide or in the north where such may not be so necessary?" He pulls Kélan into a loose hold. "At this time in my life I could live without the prying eyes we would face in Gondor, to be able be with you without going to lengths to hide."
Kélan
Kélan's arms close around Boromir drawing him into a full embrace. "The North is my home, Boromir, it is where I grew up. But I will go with you no matter where that leads, or what I have to pretend to be, to stay with you." He replies softly. "You ask what I want to do... I want to stay with you, I want to try and show you that there still might be a home for your heart, a place to simply belong..." Family, them... but Kélan is also realist enough to know they will have to navigate complicated waters, because Boromir is not just simple nobility, he is Gondor's great hero.
Boromir
Boromir buries his face in Kélan's hair and holds him tightly. "I would be glad of a place where I can have you with me. As long as you are there, I could make anything home enough to go on with." He draws back enough to gently kiss his love, wanting to assure Kélan he always has a place at his side.
Kélan
Kélan melts into the gentle kiss, his heart soaring. Having found the love of this wonderful perfect warrior has been a blessing since the day they met and the thought of staying together, maybe finding a home somewhere... he does not dare to think of family any more, but just the thought of having such a home is more than he hoped for. "Where would you like to live?" Kélan asks when their kiss finally breaks, nudging Boromir to sit down with him before the fireplace, curling up into his embrace. He wonders if Boromir ever thought of a place, a place he might want to return to, if he came through all those wars.
Boromir
Boromir finds himself sighing at that question, knowing it is fraught with issues of how he feels about so many things. Feeling even he has had trouble working out. "I truly am not sure I would feel comfortable in Minas Tirith any more, there are so many memories there, too many of which remind me of painful things." He looks into the fire, while a hand toys with Kélan's hair. "Then a again, neither would I truly wish to be in Annúminas itself, though maybe if there were somewhere outside the city, I would consider settling in the north."
Kélan
There is something so sad in Boromir's voice, that Kélan wants to draw him even closer and cradle him in his arms, to hold him and never let go. Boromir lost so much, his family, his brother... even his own homeland is too shadowed with memories now. "There is a place, right where the Evendim Hills touch the ancient elven lands near the Lune," he said softly. "the hills are almost mountains in that place, from across the river you can already see the Blue Mountains off West and on a clear day you can even see the Ice Bay of Forochel, glittering in the distance. It would a two day ride to the city of Annúminas , one day if you take the shortcut through Windbreaker Ravine."
Boromir
Boromir listens to Kélan's words, trying to picture such a place in his mind. "That far from the city we would not have people imposing on us, day and night, though it would be close enough if any major matters come up which the king would wish my aid on." He says, the idea of such a place growing on him fast. "It sounds like a place I would not mind seeing, and might truly like." He spends a moment just to enjoy having Kélan in his arms. "When we return west, I would like to see it."
Kélan
Kélan smiles softly, leaning close to feather a kiss on Boromir's cheek. "I will show you the place when we return home," he replies. The thought of having a home with Boromir is one he loves, though evading some people will not be easy when so close to the city. But if it became known, even remotely that he was Boromir's lover... well half the court would know sooner or later and that would bring issues. Here in the warcamp Kélan was able to evade such things, but there... there he'd be confronted with the shame sooner or later. "Some people might start talking though," he says in a hush. "taking up with a shamed dwarrow... even for those who'd not object my being male, would talk."
Boromir
"I will stand firm against such talk." Boromir says, a look of determination in his eyes. "If my accepting and loving one who was rejected by his own people is such a great issue, I would have words for any who would try to make an issue of it with me. I see it far more an indictment on them for driving away those who need help the most, and the laws of Gondor... well I truly have held a long distaste for the way they would punish love, and I have the impression it is not a law Aragorn was ever truly fond of either."
He nuzzles Kélan's cheek reassuringly. "I will not let anyone talk me out of my own heart, now that I have finally found someone who gives it life once again."
Kélan
"Oh, Boromir," Kélan tilts his head to capture the warm lips for a gentle kiss. "I have no doubts in you... or your heart, I know you too well for that." he replies, something cracking up inside him. He wants to be honest with his love, though he barely knows how to start. "Aragorn... King Elessar I mean, is friends with a noble house of the Firebeard line... I've seen the dwarven envoy in his entourage." And Dwalin supplied enough knowledge of current dwarven events to fill the gaps. "Some of them might recognize me... recognize by who I was long ago. I only learned through Dwalin that they thought me fallen in battle, that they mistook another badly mutilated corpse for mine." He sighs, not wanting to bring this up. Being a warrior from the ranks has its advantages and if those years have taught Kélan something than to understand his father better.
Boromir
Boromir nods, recalling the dwarf Kélan refers to, Glóin, an older dwarf with hair gone white with age, father to Gimli, one of Aragorn's companions in the Fellowship.
"Would he likely start causing problems for King Elessar if your presence became known?" He does recall those two dwarves who appeared virtually out of nowhere up at Mount Gundabad, and how the young woman of the pair seemed to know Kélan, using a different name for him at one point. "No matter what objections he would make, I would stand to defend you, and any other dwarves in your position, the right to live without being driven into destitute wandering. If he truly objects to that... then he would show himself as an unmercifully cruel person, and I would hope to make him show it in front of witnesses... Elessar in particular."
Kélan
"I doubt he'd make trouble for King Elessar in any way," Kélan shakes his head. "Gloin is a good-hearted, if short-tempered dwarf. He... he knew me when I was young, and..." his voice becomes tight. "you could say Gimli and I were childhood friends. But childhood ended long ago, when he could not come with us on the quest..." he shakes himself out of it. "I guess I am more afraid of them dredging up the past, or perceiving a problem where there is none. It's most likely foolish."
Boromir
Rubbing a hand down Kélan's back to soothe him, Boromir looks at him with support and sympathy in his eyes. "Should either of them raise any questions about you, I will stand by you and support you. I will not let them cause problems that would hurt you, or take you away from me."
Kélan
There is something so strongly protective in Boromir, something that makes Kélan feel so safe with him, he has not felt like this since... maybe never before. "I will not let anyone take me away from you, my heart." he says firmly. "I could not leave you, without losing myself." He realizes he is skirting the issue, the true issue why he is jumpy, why the past is unlikely to leave him alone, why even his status as shamed will only just so be accepted if at all. He takes a deep breath, calming himself. "It all comes down to it, that I never told you of my past, not beyond that I was shamed and taken in battle."
Boromir
Boromir is thoughtful for a moment. "I recall what that dwarrow lass, Kizár, at Mount Gundabad knew who you were. I know she was speaking in the Dwarven language but I thought she said something that was a name she knew you by." He gives a slight shrug. "I could not decipher what name was yours though, and I know you do not speak greatly of your early life so I did not wish to force you to do so."
Kélan
"Kizár, she knew me." Kélan's eyes go to the tower window where a certain curious stone takes up residence, when not finding ways to wander. That meeting had been a shock and also told him that no fate was set in stone. He looks back to Boromir, who simply sits with him, no pushing, no demands... he never tried to push Kélan and Kélan loves him all the more for it. "My name was... Kíli, son of Dári." it is hard to say after those years, not when Prince Kíli is buried with his Uncle and brother in a grave in Erebor. *We are the dead* Thirán had said down in the deeps.*And the dead must be forgotten, for only thus the others will find the strength to go on living.* "They captured me in the Battle of the Five... the Battle of Dale." He remembers how Menfolk named the battle, by now it does not sound strange any more. Maybe he had become so much at home among them, that he does not really feel a stranger any more.
Elennárë
The mention of Kizár has Elennárë reach out with a soft mental touch, whispering her own support and affection to Kélan.
Boromir
The name of Prince Kíli is known to Boromir, mostly as a footnote in his study of the Battle of Dale. Think however that the supposedly dead prince lived, captive to orcs? He pulls Kélan in to hug him close. "I could see why your presence might bring up questions... but you have said before that your past is something dead and gone for you."
Kélan
"It is past and gone, gone and done with." Kélan closes his eyes and leans into the embrace, the warmth of those strong arms giving him all the safety he could wish for. "We are the dead, and the dead must be forgotten, lest the others could not go on." He looks up, dark eyes holding Boromir's gaze grateful that he is accepting him, as is, past and all. "I guess I was afraid of it all coming out, of questions... of what you'd say." He does not know how to say it. "I am... grateful, you can accept it. I... there is only one place I want to be in... right here." He wraps both arms around his warrior to kiss him, to make abundantly clear what he means.
Boromir
"And even the dead can have a place to be... unhurt by the 'living'." Boromir murmurs, kissing Kélan back, taking a gentle possession, wanting Kélan to feel how much he belongs right here, in Boromir's arms.
Kélan
Kélan opens up to the kiss, melting into it, giving himself wholly over to the onslaught of the warm lips. This is who he wants to belong to with all his heart and soul.
Boromir
Boromir delves deeply, reveling in Kélan's taste. Arms hold him tight, finger idly stroking where his hands rest. No matter where they end up, Boromir knows it will always have a warm happiness he has because of this dwarf.