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Welcome...to Angst Theatre

Honestly, I don't know what's wrong with me.
Why would I do this? Why? WHY?
Like they're not angsty enough without MY help?

I am not an angst junkie. I am not an angst junkie. I am not an angst junkie.

Oh, who am I kidding? I'm a full-fledged A/U junkie. That's why I did this.
How was I supposed to resist the "Five Things" prompt forever?

You've been warned - there are tissues boxes under your seats.



Five Things That Never Happened to Théodred and Boromir

~*~


The midwife comes to Théoden King. Her eyes are red, and his heart stops.

She does not need to speak the words.

When he demands it, she leads him into the room, and leaves him alone.

For an eternity, he sits with Elfhild, holding her hand until all warmth departs.
Then, trembling, he picks up the motionless bundle that lies by his wife’s side.

~*~



When they meet, it is as if lightning has struck.

But only for one.

When he looks hopefully into the eyes of the other, he sees only diplomatic interest, that of one heir for another, and the curiosity that always comes with meeting someone new.
But no spark, no fire, and for a moment, the disappointment threatens to crush him.

He smiles, and hopes the smile does not look too false.

That night, he cannot sleep for dreaming of the other’s face. In the days that follow, he is torn between avoiding the other, and seeking him out, simply to enjoy his company while he can.

He tells himself it is only a youthful infatution, and that it will pass.

But each time they meet in the following years, his heart always leaps, his breath always stops -- and always the other’s gaze is no more than polite.

He buries his emotions deeply, and there they stay, surfacing only in dreams that leave him shaken and full of yearning, never to be fulfilled.


~*~



They sit in Boromir’s study, reliving memories, complaining of aches new and old.

Boromir’s hair is salted now; soon he will be grey entirely. If there is grey in Théodred’s hair, it is nearly invisible amongst the gold which still shines by the firelight.

They talk of their grandchildren, their wives, the dullness of their respective ranks; all the things that old friends discuss after a long parting.

When all news has been exchanged, Boromir locks the door, and they come together, eagerly, yet with the infinite tenderness that comes with age and familiarity.

Their youthful heat is now a comforting warmth of which they have never tired.


~*~



Boromir stops in Edoras, saying that he is on an errand for his father. He goes to stable his horse, alone, for Théodred will not return until evening.

His body, throat slit from ear to ear, is found by a terrified stable hand.

Théodred knows this is the work of Wormtongue, but he cannot prove it. He also knows that the Steward will hold Rohan responsible for the assassination of his Heir.

All talks are fruitless; all promises of retribution are ignored. The Lord Denethor is enraged beyond reason, and less than a month later, Gondor invades.

The House of Eorl is wiped out, and the Mark burns. Riders and common folk alike turn to desperate tactics to defend themselves, and blood runs as freely as the river Isen. It is a slaughter.

Rohan is left without a King; the line of Stewards is ended. Both countries fall into chaos.

When Sauron unleashes his forces, neither has the strength to resist.


~*~




He stops in Edoras, and says he is on an errand for his father. After discussion, Théodred decides to accompany him.

Their journey is long, but they are laughing and joyful to be alone together for so many days.

They marvel at Rivendell, freeze on Caradhas, fight in Moria,weep and rest in Lothlorien.

Théodred sees the change in Boromir, and fears for him. But he cannot turn away; he will never abandon the man who holds his heart.

While the two of them are searching for Frodo, Boromir confesses to what he has done. Théodred tries to calm him, to ease his guilt.

They are caught unawares by the Uruk-hai.

When Aragorn arrives, he finds two bodies pierced by many arrows. Théodred lies sprawled across Boromir, as if in an attempt to keep him from harm.

They are given to the River, never again to be seen by Guard or Rider.

~*~


ETA: kortirion has written a lovely little antidote to this evilness.
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