Stone-verse:



After http://www.twitlonger.com/show/n_1sk7qhp

Kíli and Boromir have some time to talk after the revelations that have come about.

@Valandhir @Boromir_Aesir

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Kíli

Kíli had been busy catching up on the repair work. The silver capsule found in Shakurán's possession had cost him a few hours of work. Not that anyone complained, most of the men - especially the rangers - had been surprised he knew what it was at all. He sighed. Of course he did. This type of cylinder to hide messages had been invented by elves in the first age, not without the help of a crafty dwarves, back when Belegost still had been standing, and the friendship of the races had not been tainted by bloodshed. Still, it had taken him a few hours to crack this cylinder's mechanism, because he had to by ear mostly, to hear when the right segments clicked. Only thus the message would be released.

And that message had held nothing but trouble. While Kíli did not know the contents, he had seen Boromir's face when he read it, and that had been saying enough. Boromir had gone to handle whatever the message had said, and Kíli had turned to catch up on the work stacking up. Now, that night fell, Kíli went about closing the forge for the day. He wondered how Boromir was, deciding that should he not see him until sunset, he'd go and look for him at the tower.


Boromir

Knowing so much had been put at risk because of double agents had not done Boromir's temper all that good, and add onto that the fact that he really did not want to have to execute a man who, arguably, should be put to death as an enemy... Boromir knew his view on Shakurán was very biased.

Elennárë had, as she said, stayed at the prison cell, intent on guarding the Easterling from whatever spiritual attacks could be leveled at him, though it left Boromir in a position of having to decide how he really felt over hearing straight from her, her true identity. He did know at least that while she was there in spirit, her stoneform was safely in the back room of Kíli's forge.

There had been the issue of apprehending Aldamir and Eärnil, and the accompanying documents to be written and having to organise the transport of both them and Shakurán to face the resulting trials... It was a great deal of busy work that left Boromir both tired and no less grim in mood. It was maybe an hour or less before sunset and he wanted to retreat to a place where he could have some peace, quiet, and the company of someone whose company would be soothing.


Kíli

If there was anything reliable about an army, then it was camp talk. Some of the last soldiers to bring work to the forge, brought news that Kíli found more than disturbing. Aldamir and Eärnil, two nobles of no small standing had been apprehended only a short while ago, with a charge no less than treason. Suddenly Kíli had the feeling that what those capsule had held, had been more than dangerous. He knew both men, if not very well, but he knew that both had been high in the hierarchy, and what was worse - Boromir had trusted them. It made Kíli's decision to not wait.

Betrayal was nothing anyone should face alone. He put the last things away and made his way across the yard and towards the tower, the door like so often was unguarded, but Kíli chose to knock before opening it. Surprising Boromir in the middle of something would not do at all.


Boromir

Boromir immediately looked up from stacking his divested armour as a knock on the door came. Though tired, he went to open it himself, as with the recent revelations he was less inclined to willingly invite people in. He let out relieved sigh as he saw Kíli standing beyond.

"Please, be welcome." Boromir murmured, stepping aside to let the dwarf enter. "I was just considering coming down to the forge, as I do not feel I could face more of the men right now, after everything that has come out today."


Kíli

Kíli entered the room, it did not need a second look to know Boromir was tired, not just tired of body, but of soul. Once the door was closed, he stepped closer to wordlessly embrace him, holding him tight. "I heard," he said softly. "I came over once I heard the camp talk about it."


Boromir

"It is... too much, all at once." Boromir said, arms returning the tight hold, letting Kíli's solid form be a support to his failing strength. "Neither of them will admit to working against Gondor right now, but that report is damning enough on it's own. Add Brannor to that..." He moves them towards the soft seat in front of the fireplace, still not wanting to let go of Kíli as he does. There was a lot more than just the betrayers on his mind right now that he could do with getting off his chest, but he had no idea where to start in on the mess of thoughts he had concerning it all.


Kíli

Kíli did not let go as they moved over to the fireplace, sitting down with his arm still wrapped around Boromir. There was a wealth of turmoil in his face, worries and haunting thoughts etched in the harsher lines of his face. Brannor... that name rung a bell too, and it made Kíli wonder how deep the shadows claws are inside Gondor... or what the shadows game is here. Neither of these thoughts he voices, feeling that there is much more that is worrying Boromir at the moment, than the immediate hurt of betrayal. "There is more, is there?" he asks, reaching up to gently brush a few streaks of hair away from Boromir's face. It is a gesture he'd only allow himself when they are alone, unwatched by anyone. "Something has you worried, more than just the names of those men."


Boromir

"I-" It took a little for Boromir to start to give voice to it. "I almost saw a man who, despite being on the other side, has long been someone I respected, give up his life. It seems... so useless, worse yet I know how bad it could be if the forces of Minas Morgul get their hands on him again..." He fell quiet again and let his head fall to rest on Kíli's shoulder. "And then I also have to worry now whether the East could discover the truth of Elennárë's background... and worry what *she* would do if they tried to take her."


Kíli

Kíli gently stroked Boromir's head cradling against his shoulder. "You care what happens to Shakurán," he said softly, while he still was angered at the Easterling for the words out on the wall, he let nothing of it bleed into his speech. "and you worry what you should, or could, do about him." There is no need to state it, that if Minas Morgul catches the man again, he'd better be dead before they get him. No one has use for traitors, except to make examples of them. "But Elennárë?" Kíli asks. "Is she in danger?"


Boromir

"Anyone could think they could lay claim to her, if they knew she walks the world." Boromir said, not raising his head, as he felt a measure of comfort being able to stay close to Kíli like this. "And that would be what would force her to react. I could not see it but I felt what she was doing, shielding Shakurán from the Witch King's reach. I know the tales about her, and though they all treat her not as a living being, they did always make a point of how dangerous her kind may be." It makes him tremble a little, the sweet dream-sister who had quietly been at his side for so long, and now he could see the truly perilous danger she could be, if roused. "I still trust her, but I saw just a small portion of that danger in her, and she was not even actively attacking anyone."


Kíli

Kíli frowns, trying to make sense of all that Boromir is saying. Something must have happened between him, Shakurán and Elennárë, down in the dungeon. "Her kind?" Suddenly he recalls the discussion at the river, the three sisters... and what he had put aside as absolutely impossible. "You mean she is...?" Kíli's eyes widen, when he realizes he must have guessed the truth before, but had put it aside, as impossible. "Mahal's mercy..."


Boromir

"Shakurán must have guessed from something she said to him. He asked what she would do if her identity got back to Mordor..." Boromir looked up at his love. "She said no one can ever claim to own a Silmaril, and that he has no idea what six thousand years in the Deep Fire can do to a soul. I-" He choked a bit, emotion roiling within him. "It sounded to me that she has been through so much she has been deeply hurt by it."


Kíli

"She must be the one who fell into the fiery chasm... Maedhros' Star," Kíli finally puts the pieces together, that have been before him for so long. "and she must have been expelled by a Volcano eventually, and you found her..." He cups Boromir's cheek with one hand. "In one way the Easterling is right: no one must know. If anyone did learn of her identity, she would be in danger, we all would be for that matter. And after what she went through - taken from her home, captive in Angband and then the deep fire..." he hesitates for a moment. "she needs to be safe, to heal." Which means they will have to come up with something to protect her better than she is protected now. "Luckily few people would guess your stone was a Silmaril in the first place."


Boromir

"No one would think of a Silmaril being spat out of Mount Doom, the idea would strike most as too wrong, if they ever gave credence to one ever returning to Middle Earth." He shakes his head a bit. "All the old tales give an impression they were sent to the places they ended up as some great destiny, but now I know better, I find the thought laughable. What soul would want to be left alone, underground or in the deep ocean for the rest of all time?"


Kíli

"In places deep, were dark things sleep..." Kíli shook his head. "you are right, the legends are crazy, but then none of them ever mentioned them having souls. Yet, as most of the legends were written by the surviving Sindar, one might wonder what else they omitted." He looks at Boromir and an idea begins to dawn in Kíli's mind. "We will find a way to protect her - in a manner that no one will ever think she is what she is." he says.


Boromir

Boromir narrowed his eyes, catching the look in Kíli's eyes. "You have some thought of how to do so?" He asked, absently reaching up to idly toy with Kíli's hair.


Kíli

"What if..." Kíli hesitates for a moment, he rarely ever discusses the arcane work with others, beyond the weapons he makes for people, and even those rarely ask but accept the enchanted blades in good faith. "what if she could take physical form? I mean, like a real flesh-and-blood body? A form for her soul? No one in his right mind would accuse a living person to be a Silmaril. The only problem might be how to keep her close to you, when her form his female... though we might get around that, if she was your scribe or healer."


Boromir

That made Boromir frown in thought even more. "You could truly do something like that? Create a whole body for her?" He had no idea something so... miraculous could be done. Certainly there were tales of great crafters in history, often Elves of the West, but most of the old tales never talked about what they created beyond a few legendary weapons.., and the notable case of Elennárë and the other two like her - her *sisters*, he reminded himself, recalling a mention she once made of one of them - and the palantíri, which had a significant part of Gondor's own history.


Kíli

"More like something that would enable her to take form," Kíli explained. "a bit like Skadi did when his wife's body was destroyed and her soul lingered... only that he cut her form from stone. I think those who later theorized upon creating an artifact that would give a soul form, based their thoughts on his work, at least partially." His mind is already in the details, the questions. "She is a powerful soul, so her arcane spark is there to do it, the material for the ring... it would have to be circular, like a frame for her stone, I think I can provide the material... the third part is the most tricky - it will need the essence of a living person, of a someone close to her, to give her form substance."


Boromir

The response is immediate and with no reservations. "If I can give it, I will, if you guide me in how to do so." For a moment he thinks on whether what was needed would cause him ill, but he has trust deep enough to believe Kíli would never propose such a thing.


Kíli

Kíli smiles, Boromir truly is Elennárë's brother, in every sense of the word. "I will guide you to do it," he promises. "it is nothing physical, more like a spark of your spirit, of your being, merged into the artifact that will give her form. It will cause our minds to touch, but you know that already when she does link us." He cannot hold back on feathering a kiss on Boromir's brow. "I hope she will have your green eyes in the end."


Boromir

A gentle smile crosses his lips as he leans into that soft kiss, following it up with a light nip to Kíli's jawline. "If that is what you hope, then I would she may as well. Until then though... I am glad to have you here, to hear my troubles, and that I can hold you..." His arms tighten, drawing Kíli into a deep, slow kiss.


Kíli

Kíli tilts his head back as he opens up and melts into that warm slow kiss, gently returning the caress of the warm lips. His arms slide around Boromir again, holding him, not wanting to let go any time soon. "I would not wish to be anywhere else," he whispers against the warm lips, before capturing them in another kiss.


Boromir

Boromir lets himself get lost in Kíli, delving in to taste him in languid desire. Having Kíli to love has made a great deal of his life feel far more worth the living, something to hope for, to dream about, someone he knows returns that sense of joy.


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