The Clash
But first, he had to clean up the mess in his hallway before classes
started before he could call Isildur to tell him he had won the bet.
"What happened?" He asked as his eyes swept over the tableau before
him. Aragorn Strider was kneeling by Faramir Denethorson, who looked
like he had just had a seizure and had a dark red mark on his face
which would probably turn into a bruise soon. Arwen and Eowyn were
sniffing and clutching at each other while Frodo was still standing
there in shock, his eyes fixed on Boromir and Eomer. One of Boromir's
hands were clutching Eomer's collar and the other was raised in
mid-air and bloody. Eomer himself was covered in blood and was lying
limp in the other boy's grip, just taking the beating as it came.
"It was his fault!" Eowyn called out, pointing a perfectly manicured
nail at Boromir. "He just jumped my brother for no reason at all!"
Boromir's mouth fell open at the statement. "That's bullshit!" He
yelled out, dropping Eomer like a sack of potatoes and swiftly walking
over to Eowyn.
"Your fucken ass of a brother hit my little brother, you lying bitch!"
Boromir snarled, his fist clenching as he glared at Eowyn, his green
eyes blazing with an unholy light that made Eowyn shudder and move
closer to Arwen.
Mr. Gandalf rolled his eyes. Okay. So he wasn't going to get a
straight answer that didn't involve hearing people yelling at each
other with at least seventy profanities and other creative uses of the
word "Fuck".
"Your little brother swore at mine!" Eowyn countered back, but the
fire in her voice was lacking as her courage faded.
Boromir was about to reply to this when Mr. Gandalf grabbed his arm.
"Denethorson and Rohan, I want you in my office. Strider, take Faramir
Denethorson to the Nurse's office. The rest of you go to class unless
you want to serve detention with Mr. Haldir."
With that, Mr. Gandalf dragged an unhappy Boromir into his office
while an embarrassed Eomer followed.
"What a bastard." Eowyn muttered the minute that Gandalf's door
closed. Arwen snorted as she pushed the other girl away.
"Yeah. Fuck. That little shit deserved it." She said as she tugged at
the straps of her pale-blue tank top and tossed her hair. Quickly
smoothing it in place, she turned and looked at Aragorn, who was
gently picking up Faramir from the floor.
"I feel sorry for you, Estel. Hope you don't get dirty carrying that
little fleabag! " She called out as she watched Aragorn carry the
unconscious boy over to Nurse Diamond's office.
Aragorn shook his head, but didn't rise to the bait she was dangling
in front of his nose.
"Don't call me that, Arwen." He replied crisply before disappearing
round a corner, making Arwen's fine black brows draw together in
annoyance.
"What the fuck is his problem?!" She hissed angrily as she turned back
to Eowyn and Frodo, who were watching her with carefully neutral
expressions.
Frodo shrugged. "Maybe he's having a bad month. The summer wasn't
easy for him, you know. His mom died in June, you know."
Arwen's nose wrinkled. "I know that! But he's been acting weird for a
long time, you know? Ever since he started, like, talking to that
freaky Legolas and his friends, he's been really fucken weird."
Eowyn shrugged. "Ah, who cares, Arwen. Aragorn isn't the only guy
around you know. glorfindel is pretty hot, you know? And he's been
giving you the eye for quite a while too."
Frodo chose that time to pout. "Hey, hello? I'm here too, you know?"
Arwen looked at Eowyn and they laughed. "Oops! We didn't mean to
forget about you, Frodo baby!"
Frodo shook his head and pretended to pout. "Oh you wound me ladies!"
he cried in mock despair as he clutched at his chest, wrinkling his
Tommy shirt.
"Yeah. Yeah. I'm sure we do." Eowyn returned sarcastically as she
flipped her honey coloured hair behind her shoulders. "Now come on. We
gotta get to class. You know how Mr. Elrond blows a gasket when we're
late."
Boromir sighed when he entered Gandalf's office. Gandalf had let go
of his arm and had ushered him into a smaller office where a desk and
three chairs sat. He had told him and Eomer to make themselves
comfortable before he stepped out of his office. No doubt to call
Galadriel and Saruman up, Boromir though glumly. He sighed and rubbed
his knuckles. This day sucked already and it was only eight-thirty in
the morning. Oh great.
He already knew how this was going to go and he wasn't really
looking forward to the experience. He would be expelled yet again and
this time, he wasn't going to end up in another school with Faramir.
This time, he was going to be in Juvie under Sauron's evil eye until
he was eighteen and possibly on his way to being a petty criminal. Oh
the joys!, he thought as he looked around the office and tried to
avoid looking at that pussy Eomer.
"You're gonna get kicked out of here." Eomer taunted him thickly.
Boromir cast a look at the brown haired boy and shrugged, not deigning
to even give him an answer. Eomer frowned and decided to try a new tactic.
"You know, you should really teach your brother some manners. Or else
next time, I won't go easy on him." Eomer warned Boromir, a sickly
sweet inflection in his voice as he spoke.
Boromir's hackles rose for the second time that morning and he had to
close his eyes, count to ten and breathe deeply before he could
actually frame a reply to Eomer's arrogant remarks.
"If you ever touch him again, I'll tear you a new asshole. Principal
or no principal, so don't even think on picking on Faramir." Boromir
replied calmly before turning his attention to the door.
"You wouldn't!" Eomer shot back angrily. Boromir shrugged.
"Whatever." Eomer was about to say something else when the door
opened, letting Gandalf and a jumpy Aragorn into the small room.
Gandalf sat down at his desk and looked at the three boys standing in
front of him before speaking.
"I'm impressed." Gandalf stated, making Boromir blink and look
around the room in shock. Eomer's mouth fell open and Aragorn let out
a choked giggle of nervousness at the statement. He had never been in
the principal's office, but from the stories he had heard from his
friend Legolas, the principal certainly wasn't supposed to say
anything like that.
He probably would have burst out into a fit of uncontrollable
laughter if it hadn't been for Boromir's pale green eyes suddenly
meeting his on their journey across the room. Having those startling
eyes on him made him automatically stop his laughing. The laughter
died in his throat and his mouth went dry when those eyes, so angry
just a few minutes ago; had now softened into a gentle leaf-green that
made Aragorn feel... funny. Funny as in a rush of hormones down south.
Aragorn groaned to himself when he felt that. Oh great. His day was
just going peachy It was the first day of grade twelve, he had just
witnessed Eomer getting his ass kicked, a kid have seizure and now he
was getting happier over a GUY than he had ever been those two years
he had been running around with Arwen and Eowyn. Oh yeah. His day was
just GREAT! And it was only eight-forty in the MORNING! He just wanted
to weep now.
"As I said. I am impressed." Gandalf's voice made everyone turn
their attention upon him once again, something over which Aragorn was
terribly happy about. For one thing, it made Boromir's eyes focus on
someone else. And for the second thing, it made him forget the circus
in his pants by letting him focus on Mr. Gandalf as well as to imagine
the least erotic imagine he could ever call up in his head. Like Mr.
Gandalf and Mr. Elrond pole-dancing. Naked. Together.
Aragorn frowned to himself. He really didn't want to make himself
throw up now.
"So what exactly caused this fight to break out so early in the
school-term?" Gandalf asked.
Boromir didn't say anything. He knew from experience that kids like
him always had the odds stacked against them and more often than not,
telling their side of the story only made them look even more guilty
in the eyes of the whatever authority was out there.
Eomer, seeing Boromir wasn't going to speak, took the initiative.
"It was his and his brother's fault, Mr. Gandalf. He and his brother
mouthed my sister off and when I went to defend her, he started
punching me."
Aragorn's lips tightened at the statement. He knew Eomer could be a
greasy little bastard, but he couldn't believe how low he was stooping
to get out of trouble. At that moment, Aragorn lost all respect that
he ever had for Eomer. Legolas was right. Eomer was full of shit.
Gandalf nodded, his face impassive. He cast a look at Boromir, but
didn't ask him anything. Instead, he turned to Aragorn. "Aragorn, can
you tell me what you saw happened?"
Boromir's head turned to Aragorn. So that was the guy's name, he
mused as he thoughtfully stared at the guy standing beside him. He had
cast a few looks at him before when he was passing by and when the
fight was going on, but he really hadn't had time to truly check him
out till now. Aragorn was about the same height and build as he was.
His hair too, was like Boromir's in that it was long and tousled, but
was dark instead of the shining gold of Boromir's. But that was where
the similarities ended. Whereas Boromir's clothes were old and ragged,
Aragorn's rugby shirt, loose jeans and Vans sneakers fairly reeked
with newness. He would have fitted the stereotype of fashionable
alternative if it hadn't been for the hair and the army rucksack with
the communist star patched on the side.
"He's got potential." Boromir found himself thinking as he met the
other boy's eyes, which were a deep, startling blue that just exactly
fitted the chiselled planes of Aragorn's face. Boromir laughed when
the thought hit him. Sure, Aragorn was gorgeous, but he was a
mainstreamer. A Chachi, a sworn enemy of what Boromir and Faramir
stood for. It would only cause problems if he got involved with a guy
like that. Especially if the guy was straight. And problems were
things that he didn't need in his fucked up life.
Shaking his head slightly, he reluctantly dragged his eyes from
Aragorn and fixed them on Gandalf. Well, might as well hear how the
Chachi was going to nail his ass.
Aragorn swallowed thickly and began to speak after Boromir was done
his inventory.
"Boromir and Faramir were walking by, looking for their lockers when
Eowyn made a comment about their clothes. Something about being able
to afford new ones. Boromir told her he and his brother couldn't and
Eomer stepped in. He and Boromir were going to fight, but Eowyn and
Faramir stopped it. But when they were walking off, Eomer swore at
them, Faramir flipped him the bird and Eomer punched him. Boromir
jumped in and Faramir had a seizure and that's it."
Boromir's mouth fell open at the same time that Eomer's did. Gandalf
nearly burst a vein as he tried to hold his laughter in at the
expression on the two boy's faces. From what he had heard in the
hallway, and from what he knew about Eomer and Boromir, Aragorn's
version seemed to be the right one. And it was a version that both
Boromir and Eomer didn't expect to hear in Gandalf's presence.
"Thank-you Aragorn."Gandalf said before looking at Eomer and Boromir.
"Normally, I would be tempted to throw you both out. But it seems to
me that it would be too harsh, especially since it is the first day of
school. Boromir, Aragorn, you may go. Eomer, you are suspended for
three days."
Eomer stood up and looked at Gandalf angrily. "What? Are you
kidding? He's the one that beat me up?!" He yelled, pointing at the
departing Boromir, who was right beside Aragorn.
Gandalf glared at Eomer. "And you hit his brother, who has epilepsy
and had a serious seizure. If that boy had been seriously injured
because of your stupidity, the police would be here to charge you,
Eomer Rohan. Now do yourself a favour and go home."
Eomer's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. All he did was turn
around and head for the door.
"Oh and Eomer?" Eomer stopped. "If I catch you harassing the
Denethorsons, you will be immediately thrown out of St. Ignatius. Is
that understood, Mr. Rohan?"
Eomer swallowed at the threat before he answered. "Yes."
Boromir breathed a sigh of relief the minute that he was out of the
office, making Aragorn look at him.
"Why did you sigh?" Boromir nearly jumped out of his skin when he
heard Aragorn's question.
"Jesus on a fucken moped!" Boromir exclaimed, giving Aragorn a not so
friendly look.
"Sorry." Aragorn apologized nervously. "I didn't mean to scare you. I
was just surprised to see you look so relieved to be out of Gandalf's
sight, that's all and I was just wondering if you were alright."
As soon as he had spoken, Aragorn felt himself go red from
mortification when he realized how much like a foolish, air-headed
flake he must sound to Boromir with all the comments that he had just
made.
Boromir raised an eyebrow at Aragorn's words. Contrary to Aragorn's
thoughts, Boromir was both amused and touched at the clumsy attempt to
make sure that he was okay. It was kind of nice to have someone both
stand up for him and make sure that he was okay afterwards. In all his
school years, not too many people had bothered to even look at him,
much less inquire about his welfare. Having such kindness shown to him
by a person he considered an enemy also puzzled him, since he really
didn't know what to do next.
"Ehm. Thanks for saving my ass." Aragorn looked at him for several
seconds before smiling sheepishly.
"Yeah. Well. You would have done the same, I think." Aragorn
answered, rubbing his neck in embarrassment. Boromir shrugged.
"Besides. Eomer's a wanker and he shouldn't have hit your brother."
Boromir looked like he was about to smile, but at the mention of
Faramir, his expression grew serious.
"Where's my brother?" He asked Aragorn, his voice laden with concern
as he spoke.
"Uh. I took him to the nurse's office. She said he's going to be all
right, But he's going to need to rest." Aragorn replied quietly.
Boromir nodded before running his hand through his messy hair, making
the gold, blue and red mingle together. He turned to Aragorn and
smiled at him, a genuine smile that made his breath catch in his
throat as he realized how gorgeous Boromir looked when he wasn't
pissed off at the world in general.
"Hey. I don't know if I should really trust you, but thanks for
taking the time to take care of my brother. Most people wouldn't have
bothered." Boromir stretched out his hand. "So thanks. That was decent
of you. Name's Boromir Denethorson." He introduced himself.
"Aragorn Strider." Aragorn replied as he took the large, long-fingered
hand and shook it, his face going warm as his hand came in contact
with the warm flesh.
"Cool. Gotta go though. I've got English to attend. So I guess I'll
see you around, eh?" Boromir asked as he let go of Aragorn's hand, but
not before he ran his fingertips over Aragorn's palm. Letting go of
the other's hand he turned around to leave and was nearly out of sight
before Aragorn finally reacted after going blank from Boromir's touch.
"Uh. Wait!" Aragorn called out, making Boromir turn around, his face
a neutral mask.
"You've got English with Elrond?" Boromir nodded, much to Aragorn's
ashamed delight.
"I... I've got his class too. I'll take you there. If you want." Boromir
nodded, giving a small smile as assent.
"Lead the way then." Boromir replied. Aragorn nodded and began
walking ahead of Boromir to the room. As he walked, Boromir was torn
between checking Aragorn's ass, worrying about Faramir and wondering
if he should give in to the sudden and deep desire that Aragorn had
awakened in him.
"Great. Just great." Boromir groaned as he walked to class. "Not only
do I have to keep my academic record spotless, I have to worry about
my hormones doing the wacky over a guy who may betray me. Yeah. I hate
my life. I really hate my life."
by Jim Morrison
Chapter II
Saved from Suspension... But not from Lust
r. Gandalf didn't know whether to burst out laughing or to tear his
hair out when he ran out into the hallway. Although he had been warned
about the Denethorson brothers and their lousy luck at keeping
themselves out of trouble, he had never expected to have to stop a
fight involving Boromir in the morning of the first day of school.
Principal Isildur would be impressed when he heard the news.
