Keeping Heart: The Lost Tale of Boromir
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Harry Potter Crossovers › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter Crossovers › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
12,058
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.
Family
Chapter 3: Family
Minas Tirith, Kingdom of Gondor
16th of June, T.A. 3010
“Father,” Boromir greeted, stepping into the great hall. “I have a request.”
“Anything, my son,” Denethor stated with a smile.
“There is a servant who tends my personal gardens. I wish to have him moved to the quarters adjacent to my own,” the steward-prince requested.
Denethor frowned at his son.
“Him?” he questioned.
“His name is Harry,” Boromir explained.
The steward sighed.
“Boromir…it is best not to get mixed up with the servants in…that way. It gives them ideas,” Denethor replied.
“How..?” Boromir trailed off.
“How do I know you want him?” the Steward of Gondor asked. “You are my son. And the infatuation is plain to see upon your face. If you wish to have him, have him. But keep your heart out of it.”
“He is my heart,” the younger Man murmured. “Just one look…he is so beautiful, Father, inside and out.”
Denethor just shook his head at his son.
“The infatuation of youth. Lust and love are easily mixed. So move him into those quarters, have him, and get him out of your system,” the steward instructed.
Boromir wanted to argue more, but he was getting what he wanted.
His father would come to see with time that what he felt for Harry was genuine love.
“Oh, and Boromir?” Denethor called before his son exited the room. “Do try to keep your affair discreet. If anyone asks, he is your personal servant, not your…lover.”
Boromir nodded, accepting that instruction.
For now, anyway.
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A few hours later…
Harry walked into the servants’ quarters to find all of his meagre belongings gone.
“What…?” he murmured to himself.
“The servants were ordered to move your things to the rooms adjacent to those of the steward-prince, boy,” his aunt’s shrill voice called. “Moving your way up in life…or perhaps down. I doubt you will
get up off your knees or back that often…”
Harry blushed bright red.
“It is not like that,” he denied, turning to leave the room.
There was nothing left for him here.
“I think that is exactly how it is, boy,” Aunt Petunia smirked. “A whore, just like your mother. Will you have a bastard child as well?”
Harry clenched his jaw and kept walking.
“Does he even know about your freakish ability? Or are you going to wait until you become pregnant with his illegitimate child? Not that he will know it is his…I am sure he will whore you out to his friends, as well,” his aunt called after him cruelly as he exited the servants’ quarters.
Harry felt tears blur his eyes as he just kept walking.
What a family…
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Author’s Note: Super short chapter, I know, but I am kind of consumed by Beauty of the Swan right now…Please let me know what you think. ^_^
Minas Tirith, Kingdom of Gondor
16th of June, T.A. 3010
“Father,” Boromir greeted, stepping into the great hall. “I have a request.”
“Anything, my son,” Denethor stated with a smile.
“There is a servant who tends my personal gardens. I wish to have him moved to the quarters adjacent to my own,” the steward-prince requested.
Denethor frowned at his son.
“Him?” he questioned.
“His name is Harry,” Boromir explained.
The steward sighed.
“Boromir…it is best not to get mixed up with the servants in…that way. It gives them ideas,” Denethor replied.
“How..?” Boromir trailed off.
“How do I know you want him?” the Steward of Gondor asked. “You are my son. And the infatuation is plain to see upon your face. If you wish to have him, have him. But keep your heart out of it.”
“He is my heart,” the younger Man murmured. “Just one look…he is so beautiful, Father, inside and out.”
Denethor just shook his head at his son.
“The infatuation of youth. Lust and love are easily mixed. So move him into those quarters, have him, and get him out of your system,” the steward instructed.
Boromir wanted to argue more, but he was getting what he wanted.
His father would come to see with time that what he felt for Harry was genuine love.
“Oh, and Boromir?” Denethor called before his son exited the room. “Do try to keep your affair discreet. If anyone asks, he is your personal servant, not your…lover.”
Boromir nodded, accepting that instruction.
For now, anyway.
*************************************************************************************
A few hours later…
Harry walked into the servants’ quarters to find all of his meagre belongings gone.
“What…?” he murmured to himself.
“The servants were ordered to move your things to the rooms adjacent to those of the steward-prince, boy,” his aunt’s shrill voice called. “Moving your way up in life…or perhaps down. I doubt you will
get up off your knees or back that often…”
Harry blushed bright red.
“It is not like that,” he denied, turning to leave the room.
There was nothing left for him here.
“I think that is exactly how it is, boy,” Aunt Petunia smirked. “A whore, just like your mother. Will you have a bastard child as well?”
Harry clenched his jaw and kept walking.
“Does he even know about your freakish ability? Or are you going to wait until you become pregnant with his illegitimate child? Not that he will know it is his…I am sure he will whore you out to his friends, as well,” his aunt called after him cruelly as he exited the servants’ quarters.
Harry felt tears blur his eyes as he just kept walking.
What a family…
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Author’s Note: Super short chapter, I know, but I am kind of consumed by Beauty of the Swan right now…Please let me know what you think. ^_^