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Keeping Heart: The Lost Tale of Boromir
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Harry Potter Crossovers › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
12,049
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
3
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I do not own Harry Potter or Lord of The Rings, and I do not make any money from these fictions.
Honor
Chapter 1: Honor
Minas Tirith, Kingdom of Gondor
15th of June, T.A. 3010
Harry slunk nervously behind Boromir as the Steward-prince led him into his private chambers by the hand. The larger Man left him near the bed, going over to the wardrobe to pick out a clean, dark shirt.
The servant looked curiously around the elegant room, purposely avoiding the large bed at his side.
He did not want to think of what might be expected of him upon that bed, for all the Steward-prince’s passionate declarations otherwise.
“This may be more comfortable for sleeping,” Boromir stated as he held out his dark shirt.
“I…am going to sleep in here?” Harry asked, disappointed at being proven right about the larger Man’s motivations.
“Just for tonight,” Boromir reassured. “Until I can get the adjoining rooms readied. I shall sleep on the floor.”
Harry looked at him incredulously.
“It is your bed. I shall sleep in the servants’ quarters, as usual,” Harry replied, trying to hand the shirt back.
Boromir shook his head firmly.
“No,” he denied. “I am not going to leave you on your own to be taken advantage of.”
“I am not a woman!” the smaller Man muttered sullenly. “I can take care of myself.”
“Well, then you will not mind me sleeping in the bed with you, will you? If you can take care of yourself?” the Steward-prince challenged, sure that the shy youth would refuse to share a bed.
Harry glanced quickly at the large bed, and then averted his eyes back to the floor.
“It is certainly big enough for two,” he replied bravely.
Boromir blinked in shock. He had not expected Harry to meet his challenge.
It was entirely better for him, to lie besides that beautiful being on his comfortable bed, rather than on the rough floor.
But he refused to take advantage of the situation.
He was an honorable Man, and Boromir would not take what Harry was reluctantly offering until his heart truly wanted it.
But that did not mean he could not tease the beauty a bit.
So the Steward-prince slipped his dressing robe off nonchalantly, purposely flexing his muscles as he climbed naked onto the bed and slid between silk sheets, covertly watching as Harry flushed deliciously and purposefully averted his eyes.
“Well?” Boromir prompted.
Green eyes glared at him defiantly once Boromir’s tan skin was covered, and Harry pulled off his damp tunic in one smooth motion.
It was impossible for Boromir not so stare as all that smooth, creamy skin was revealed, and his grey eyes roamed hungrily before the dark shirt drifted down to cover Harry.
It filled the Steward-prince of Gondor with a strong sense of satisfaction to see his shirt on the raven-haired beauty. The bottom of the hem fell a few inches above Harry’s knees, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of taut thighs.
“Hmmph,” Harry huffed at his staring, growing uncomfortable at the searing gaze.
If the Steward-prince wanted it so much, why did he not just take it? Why go through all the trouble of appearing as a gentleman?
Boromir tore his eyes up to meet Harry’s with some difficulty.
“Are you going to get in?” the larger Man questioned, eyes caught as the dark shirt gaped to reveal one creamy shoulder.
He loved the way the dark material contrasted with the paleness of Harry’s skin.
Boromir looked down at the red silk sheets. Perhaps he should get them replaced with black?
He was startled out of his thoughts as Harry nervously slid beneath the covers on the opposite side of the bed. The emerald eyes were locked anxiously on the tented blanket that covered his partially-hard erection.
“I am not going to force you to do anything,” Boromir comforted, turning on his side to hide the evidence of his arousal.
“I…you would not have to force me,” Harry replied. “I am your servant to do with as you wish.”
Boromir frowned.
“You are allowed to refuse me,” the Steward-prince assured him.
Harry looked disbelieving.
“Not without severe repercussions,” he muttered angrily. “You have absolute power. You could have me removed from the castle if you so wished. And then where would I go?”
“You would not be thrown out for refusing another’s advances,” Boromir stated.
The servant shook his head. The Man did not wish to see the truth.
But what would Boromir know about the reality of being a servant? He was the Steward-prince of Gondor; the favored son of the Man who ruled the country. If he did not wish to do something, he did not have to do it.
But Boromir would not be dissuaded from the argument.
“You are allowed to say ‘no’ if another insists on sexual relations, no matter his station. No matter what your aunt has told you,” he insisted.
“I would not fight you, if you wished it of me,” Harry replied. “And I know you do. Why do you not just take what you want?”
“Do you want it as well?” Boromir challenged.
Harry was uncertain how to respond. If he said ‘yes’ then he would most certainly be losing his innocence that night. If he said ‘no’ – maybe he would lose worse.
The Steward-prince sighed at the uncertain look that passed over those beautiful features. That was an unfair question to ask…
“I would not fight you,” Harry stated again.
“I would not have you lay back and think of Gondor,” Boromir declared. “It would not be honorable to take advantage of your position. I will not touch you until you want it as much as I do, my heart.”
“And if I never do?” Harry dared ask.
“I am confident in my abilities to persuade you otherwise,” Boromir purred with a rakish grin.
Harry blinked once, and then blushed crimson. His own response was to turn on his side near the very edge of the bed, his back to Boromir.
Boromir wanted to reach out and stroke that pale neck, tangle his hands in that silky black hair, run his broad hands down that smooth back…but he restrained himself.
He was an honorable Man.
So the Steward-prince of Gondor simply pushed down his lust, blew out the bedside candle, and slipped off to sleep, dreaming of the beauty that lies beside him.
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Author’s Note: Please, please, please: go check out my forums and vote in my polls. Reader feedback really keeps my muse going! *bakes brownies* *offers to reviewers and forumers and voters*
P.S. Jukka – this is an early birthday present! You wanted Boromir/Harry - you got Boromir/Harry. I hope you like it!
Minas Tirith, Kingdom of Gondor
15th of June, T.A. 3010
Harry slunk nervously behind Boromir as the Steward-prince led him into his private chambers by the hand. The larger Man left him near the bed, going over to the wardrobe to pick out a clean, dark shirt.
The servant looked curiously around the elegant room, purposely avoiding the large bed at his side.
He did not want to think of what might be expected of him upon that bed, for all the Steward-prince’s passionate declarations otherwise.
“This may be more comfortable for sleeping,” Boromir stated as he held out his dark shirt.
“I…am going to sleep in here?” Harry asked, disappointed at being proven right about the larger Man’s motivations.
“Just for tonight,” Boromir reassured. “Until I can get the adjoining rooms readied. I shall sleep on the floor.”
Harry looked at him incredulously.
“It is your bed. I shall sleep in the servants’ quarters, as usual,” Harry replied, trying to hand the shirt back.
Boromir shook his head firmly.
“No,” he denied. “I am not going to leave you on your own to be taken advantage of.”
“I am not a woman!” the smaller Man muttered sullenly. “I can take care of myself.”
“Well, then you will not mind me sleeping in the bed with you, will you? If you can take care of yourself?” the Steward-prince challenged, sure that the shy youth would refuse to share a bed.
Harry glanced quickly at the large bed, and then averted his eyes back to the floor.
“It is certainly big enough for two,” he replied bravely.
Boromir blinked in shock. He had not expected Harry to meet his challenge.
It was entirely better for him, to lie besides that beautiful being on his comfortable bed, rather than on the rough floor.
But he refused to take advantage of the situation.
He was an honorable Man, and Boromir would not take what Harry was reluctantly offering until his heart truly wanted it.
But that did not mean he could not tease the beauty a bit.
So the Steward-prince slipped his dressing robe off nonchalantly, purposely flexing his muscles as he climbed naked onto the bed and slid between silk sheets, covertly watching as Harry flushed deliciously and purposefully averted his eyes.
“Well?” Boromir prompted.
Green eyes glared at him defiantly once Boromir’s tan skin was covered, and Harry pulled off his damp tunic in one smooth motion.
It was impossible for Boromir not so stare as all that smooth, creamy skin was revealed, and his grey eyes roamed hungrily before the dark shirt drifted down to cover Harry.
It filled the Steward-prince of Gondor with a strong sense of satisfaction to see his shirt on the raven-haired beauty. The bottom of the hem fell a few inches above Harry’s knees, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of taut thighs.
“Hmmph,” Harry huffed at his staring, growing uncomfortable at the searing gaze.
If the Steward-prince wanted it so much, why did he not just take it? Why go through all the trouble of appearing as a gentleman?
Boromir tore his eyes up to meet Harry’s with some difficulty.
“Are you going to get in?” the larger Man questioned, eyes caught as the dark shirt gaped to reveal one creamy shoulder.
He loved the way the dark material contrasted with the paleness of Harry’s skin.
Boromir looked down at the red silk sheets. Perhaps he should get them replaced with black?
He was startled out of his thoughts as Harry nervously slid beneath the covers on the opposite side of the bed. The emerald eyes were locked anxiously on the tented blanket that covered his partially-hard erection.
“I am not going to force you to do anything,” Boromir comforted, turning on his side to hide the evidence of his arousal.
“I…you would not have to force me,” Harry replied. “I am your servant to do with as you wish.”
Boromir frowned.
“You are allowed to refuse me,” the Steward-prince assured him.
Harry looked disbelieving.
“Not without severe repercussions,” he muttered angrily. “You have absolute power. You could have me removed from the castle if you so wished. And then where would I go?”
“You would not be thrown out for refusing another’s advances,” Boromir stated.
The servant shook his head. The Man did not wish to see the truth.
But what would Boromir know about the reality of being a servant? He was the Steward-prince of Gondor; the favored son of the Man who ruled the country. If he did not wish to do something, he did not have to do it.
But Boromir would not be dissuaded from the argument.
“You are allowed to say ‘no’ if another insists on sexual relations, no matter his station. No matter what your aunt has told you,” he insisted.
“I would not fight you, if you wished it of me,” Harry replied. “And I know you do. Why do you not just take what you want?”
“Do you want it as well?” Boromir challenged.
Harry was uncertain how to respond. If he said ‘yes’ then he would most certainly be losing his innocence that night. If he said ‘no’ – maybe he would lose worse.
The Steward-prince sighed at the uncertain look that passed over those beautiful features. That was an unfair question to ask…
“I would not fight you,” Harry stated again.
“I would not have you lay back and think of Gondor,” Boromir declared. “It would not be honorable to take advantage of your position. I will not touch you until you want it as much as I do, my heart.”
“And if I never do?” Harry dared ask.
“I am confident in my abilities to persuade you otherwise,” Boromir purred with a rakish grin.
Harry blinked once, and then blushed crimson. His own response was to turn on his side near the very edge of the bed, his back to Boromir.
Boromir wanted to reach out and stroke that pale neck, tangle his hands in that silky black hair, run his broad hands down that smooth back…but he restrained himself.
He was an honorable Man.
So the Steward-prince of Gondor simply pushed down his lust, blew out the bedside candle, and slipped off to sleep, dreaming of the beauty that lies beside him.
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Author’s Note: Please, please, please: go check out my forums and vote in my polls. Reader feedback really keeps my muse going! *bakes brownies* *offers to reviewers and forumers and voters*
P.S. Jukka – this is an early birthday present! You wanted Boromir/Harry - you got Boromir/Harry. I hope you like it!