Keeping Heart: The Lost Tale of Boromir
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Harry Potter Crossovers › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
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12,057
Reviews:
28
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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.
Trust
Chapter 2: Trust
Minas Tirith, Kingdom of Gondor
16th of June, T.A. 3010
Harry blinked open sleepy green eyes, stiffening as he felt strong, heavy arms around his waist and a warm, hard body pressed tight against him.
He could feel something hard poking the small of his back, and the green-eyed servant doubted that
Boromir had his sword in bed with him.
At least, not his metal one.
So Harry lay completely still in the tight embrace, mind racing and unsure what to do.
He was not sure whether to risk slipping out of the bed. The Steward-prince had not given him permission to do so, and Harry did not think he could get up without waking the Man behind him, anyway.
He did not want to be punished if Boromir was truly misleading him about his ability to say ‘no’ without repurcussion. He truly had nowhere to go if he was thrown out of the castle.
So Harry remained still and let the sleeping Man do as he would, though every instinct in his body was urging him to squirm out of that tight grip and run far, far away.
Preferably after he removed that hard shaft pressing so tightly against him.
Boromir shifted behind him, murmuring nonsensically in his ear. The larger Man pressed sleepy, sloppy kisses to Harry’s sensitive nape, and the servant pushed back his tears.
He was resolved to bear this with dignity. He would not allow the Steward-prince to witness his pain and humiliation at being forced to...
He knew the declarations of love and protection had been too good to be true. How could he have been so stupid as to trust this Man?
The Man who was now rubbing that hard shaft against him through only the thin material of his shirt.
Harry was not wearing anything underneath the shirt, and Boromir was not wearing anything at all.
The Steward-prince would only have to push Harry onto his stomach, and raise his shirt up a bit, and he could…
Harry held back a sob, telling himself that it would be over soon enough, and he would be left to pick up the pieces on his own…
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Boromir was having the most wonderful dream. He was kissing the elegant curve of a neck, and he could feel his release approaching as he rubbed sensuously against a delicious warmth.
Grey eyes fluttered open, and the Man stopped his movements immediately as soon as his mind reached consciousness, no matter how his body protested.
“Harry?” Boromir murmured softly, praying the beauty in front of him was somehow still asleep.
“My p-prince,” came the shaky reply.
“I apologize,” the larger Man stated, removing his arms from around that slim waist.
His body screamed at his as he moved away from the lithe body pressed against his front.
“I…do you want..?” Harry questions, still not facing him. “I cannot stop you.”
Boromir winced as the beauty’s voice trembled a little bit.
Harry was frightened.
He had frightened him.
“I only want it if you want it,” Boromir told the back of Harry’s head.
The beauty still did not turn to face him. The Steward-prince winced as he saw his pre-cum smeared on the back of the rucked-up shirt.
“Do you want me to want it?” was the response, as Harry finally turned to face him.
Boromir was not sure how to answer. If he said ‘yes’ Harry might pretend to want it for the protection and luxuries afforded him as the lover of the Steward-prince. If he said ‘no’ he would be lying…
“You know the answer to that,” the larger Man answered. “I will not touch you unless you want it as much as I do.”
“Or unless you are sleeping,” Harry pointed out defiantly.
“You did not wake me up,” Boromir replied. “If I ever scare you like that again, I want you to hit me until I wake up.”
“I was not scared,” the green-eyed youth muttered. “And I would probably just hurt my hand if I tried to hit you. Between your hard head and your hard body…”
“I am sure you could find someplace soft enough to hit,” the Steward-prince teased lightly.
That pulled a slight twitch of the lips from the beauty before him.
“You…you really would let me hit you if you made me…uncomfortable?” Harry questioned.
“I order you to hit me if I do so!” Boromir stated dramatically, just to see those full lips pull into a tentative smile.
Boromir’s could not prevent his own smile as he looked at the beauty laying before him. Hair mused from sleep, a hesitant smile on his delicate features, pale skin contrasting with his dark shirt –
Boromir wanted to wake up to this image every day for the rest of his life.
But trust would have to come before love, and Boromir needed Harry to know he was safe with him.
So the larger Man waited until Harry shifted, uncomfortablel under his intense gaze, before he offered a promise.
“I will do anything in order for you to be able to trust me,” he stated seriously. “Is there anything I can do in order to convince you of this?”
Harry looked at him searchingly, as if measuring the truth in his words.
“I…can say ‘no’?” the beauty asked.
Boromir nodded.
“Without consquence?” Harry persisted.
Boromir nodded again.
“And you will allow me my own sleeping quarters?” was the next question.
“If that is what you wish,” the larger Man answered. “They will be ready by tonight.”
“Then all I need is time,” the green-eyed youth replied with another small smile.
In his happiness, Boromir wanted to capture those lips in a passionate kiss.
He held himself back.
Harry could have asked for gold or jewels or finery or horses. He could have asked to get his aunt thrown out of the castle. He could have asked to be given land and a title.
But he did not take advantage of Boromir’s position as many others would have.
The least the Steward-prince could give was time.
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Author’s Note: Ah, next chapter. It is really short, but…*shrugs* I just wanted to get this out before moving on to the next part of the plot…
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
16th of June, T.A. 3010
Harry blinked open sleepy green eyes, stiffening as he felt strong, heavy arms around his waist and a warm, hard body pressed tight against him.
He could feel something hard poking the small of his back, and the green-eyed servant doubted that
Boromir had his sword in bed with him.
At least, not his metal one.
So Harry lay completely still in the tight embrace, mind racing and unsure what to do.
He was not sure whether to risk slipping out of the bed. The Steward-prince had not given him permission to do so, and Harry did not think he could get up without waking the Man behind him, anyway.
He did not want to be punished if Boromir was truly misleading him about his ability to say ‘no’ without repurcussion. He truly had nowhere to go if he was thrown out of the castle.
So Harry remained still and let the sleeping Man do as he would, though every instinct in his body was urging him to squirm out of that tight grip and run far, far away.
Preferably after he removed that hard shaft pressing so tightly against him.
Boromir shifted behind him, murmuring nonsensically in his ear. The larger Man pressed sleepy, sloppy kisses to Harry’s sensitive nape, and the servant pushed back his tears.
He was resolved to bear this with dignity. He would not allow the Steward-prince to witness his pain and humiliation at being forced to...
He knew the declarations of love and protection had been too good to be true. How could he have been so stupid as to trust this Man?
The Man who was now rubbing that hard shaft against him through only the thin material of his shirt.
Harry was not wearing anything underneath the shirt, and Boromir was not wearing anything at all.
The Steward-prince would only have to push Harry onto his stomach, and raise his shirt up a bit, and he could…
Harry held back a sob, telling himself that it would be over soon enough, and he would be left to pick up the pieces on his own…
*************************************************************************************
Boromir was having the most wonderful dream. He was kissing the elegant curve of a neck, and he could feel his release approaching as he rubbed sensuously against a delicious warmth.
Grey eyes fluttered open, and the Man stopped his movements immediately as soon as his mind reached consciousness, no matter how his body protested.
“Harry?” Boromir murmured softly, praying the beauty in front of him was somehow still asleep.
“My p-prince,” came the shaky reply.
“I apologize,” the larger Man stated, removing his arms from around that slim waist.
His body screamed at his as he moved away from the lithe body pressed against his front.
“I…do you want..?” Harry questions, still not facing him. “I cannot stop you.”
Boromir winced as the beauty’s voice trembled a little bit.
Harry was frightened.
He had frightened him.
“I only want it if you want it,” Boromir told the back of Harry’s head.
The beauty still did not turn to face him. The Steward-prince winced as he saw his pre-cum smeared on the back of the rucked-up shirt.
“Do you want me to want it?” was the response, as Harry finally turned to face him.
Boromir was not sure how to answer. If he said ‘yes’ Harry might pretend to want it for the protection and luxuries afforded him as the lover of the Steward-prince. If he said ‘no’ he would be lying…
“You know the answer to that,” the larger Man answered. “I will not touch you unless you want it as much as I do.”
“Or unless you are sleeping,” Harry pointed out defiantly.
“You did not wake me up,” Boromir replied. “If I ever scare you like that again, I want you to hit me until I wake up.”
“I was not scared,” the green-eyed youth muttered. “And I would probably just hurt my hand if I tried to hit you. Between your hard head and your hard body…”
“I am sure you could find someplace soft enough to hit,” the Steward-prince teased lightly.
That pulled a slight twitch of the lips from the beauty before him.
“You…you really would let me hit you if you made me…uncomfortable?” Harry questioned.
“I order you to hit me if I do so!” Boromir stated dramatically, just to see those full lips pull into a tentative smile.
Boromir’s could not prevent his own smile as he looked at the beauty laying before him. Hair mused from sleep, a hesitant smile on his delicate features, pale skin contrasting with his dark shirt –
Boromir wanted to wake up to this image every day for the rest of his life.
But trust would have to come before love, and Boromir needed Harry to know he was safe with him.
So the larger Man waited until Harry shifted, uncomfortablel under his intense gaze, before he offered a promise.
“I will do anything in order for you to be able to trust me,” he stated seriously. “Is there anything I can do in order to convince you of this?”
Harry looked at him searchingly, as if measuring the truth in his words.
“I…can say ‘no’?” the beauty asked.
Boromir nodded.
“Without consquence?” Harry persisted.
Boromir nodded again.
“And you will allow me my own sleeping quarters?” was the next question.
“If that is what you wish,” the larger Man answered. “They will be ready by tonight.”
“Then all I need is time,” the green-eyed youth replied with another small smile.
In his happiness, Boromir wanted to capture those lips in a passionate kiss.
He held himself back.
Harry could have asked for gold or jewels or finery or horses. He could have asked to get his aunt thrown out of the castle. He could have asked to be given land and a title.
But he did not take advantage of Boromir’s position as many others would have.
The least the Steward-prince could give was time.
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Author’s Note: Ah, next chapter. It is really short, but…*shrugs* I just wanted to get this out before moving on to the next part of the plot…
P.S. Jukka – this is an early birthday present! You wanted Boromir/Harry - you got Boromir/Harry. I hope you like it!