Author: Linda Hoyland
Warnings: Mild sexual innuendo
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer - These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.
Placing two mugs of ale on the table, the tavern wench batted her eyelashes flirtatiously at the Steward’s heir. Boromir’s eyes lingered on her full lips and ample bosom.
“Would you care to join me somewhere more private, my lord?” she enquired.
“Gladly, beauteous maid!” Boromir licked his lips in anticipation.
“Brother, have a care!” Faramir whispered, tugging at Boromir’s sleeve. “Father would not welcome a match between you and a serving woman, however fair.”
“Who said anything about marriage, my innocent little brother?” Boromir grinned. ”A man may freely sample the wares on offer without having to purchase them.”