The Clash
Lover. Not friend, mate or boyfriend. But lover. It made him utterly amazed
at the ease that the word had become intertwined with the blonde punk. It also
surprised him that he was feeling so strongly about someone that he had known
for no more than several hours at the most. He knew that his emotions were true
in regards to Boromir. Despite the brevity of their acquaintance, he knew that
he was deeply in love with the other man.
He also knew that he would, at that moment, do everything in his power to
keep him safe from any harm. The vulnerability that Boromir had shown him in the
hallway was the main reason that he felt that way. He never wanted to hear
Boromir speak with such bitterness. Nor did he want for Boromir to live through
such pain again. Boromir was his lover and he would be damned if he let that
love whither away without a fight.
Thinking this, Aragorn watched mutely as Boromir walked past him on his way
to the door. As he watched the other boy leave, Aragorn frowned as he realized
he had no way of contacting his lover. Despite all that had happened, they
hadn't really had time to give each other their numbers. It normally wouldn't
have bothered Aragorn if it hadn't been for the fact that this year school had
started on Friday, which would then be followed by Labour day weekend. So it
would be four and a half days before he could actually talk to Boromir and make
things official between them.
Once he had realized this, Aragorn had to fight hard to suppress his groan
of disappointment. Great. Just great. He had just hooked up with an awesome guy
and the fates looked to be conspiring against him already. This was just
freaking lovely. Someone up there didn't like him very much.
So sunk was he in his misery that he nearly missed the small, folded up
slip of paper that landed in his lap before Boromir got to the door. Puzzled,
Aragorn looked down at the paper before looking up at Boromir, who only gave him
a small wink before he exited the door and pulled the door closed behind him.
Curious now, Aragorn opened the paper and nearly jumped out of his seat with
glee when he saw what was written on it: "A. Sucks that I had to leave. Call me.
B." Below the hastily scribbled message was Boromir's number
Folding it up carefully, Aragorn quickly slipped the small paper in his
pocket. He knew what Mr. Haldir would do if he saw him ogling the note in the
middle of his class. Not only would he get a detention, he would also lose
Boromir's number and that was something that he couldn't let happen at any cost.
No sense in letting that happen, despite the temptation that the slip of paper
presented.
Sighing happily, Aragorn then slumped back in his chair and proceeded to pay
attention to whatever lecture it was that Haldir was droning on about.
"Thank-god it was a short day today." Legolas commented as he and Aragorn
walked to their house, all the while smoking a cigarette between them.
Aragorn nodded. "No kidding, eh? I thought I was going to die having to listen
to Mr. Tsukiyono in Bio." He shook his head and took a drag from the cigarette
Legolas had just passed him.
"It's just that Bio is sooo boring and Tsukiyono is soo hyper. I swear, he's
worse than Sam sometimes."
Legolas snorted. "It's better than having Mr. Intensity Yuy for Maths. He's
so fucken freaky, it's not even funny! I think he could make people cry by just
staring at them long enough."
Aragorn sort of snickered before he passed the half-smoked cigarette over to
Lee.
"I know he's freaky, but Mr. Fujiyama is ten times worse. I think he'd be
more likely to do that than Mr. Yuy. You know, I don't think he's actually
human at all."
Legolas shook his head and passed the cigarette back. "Yeah. But whatever,
man! It's Friday! Who cares about them right now? We gotta think about more
important things. Like partying!"
Aragorn looked at Lee thoughtfully. "What do you have in mind?" He asked the
elf before chucking the cigarette into the gutter.
Legolas smirked. "I don't know. Maybe something small. Just to celebrate going
back to school and the fact that you're finally gonna get some."
Aragorn glared at Legolas and whacked him one that probably would have
knocked him into the middle of next week if his aim hadn't been messed up by
Lee's dodging his blow and getting only half of the impact that Aragorn had put
in the blow.
"Aww. Aragorn is embarrassed?" Legolas teased his brother. With a growl,
Aragorn began to chase the elf to their home. Laughing lightly, Legolas ran, all
the while teasing Aragorn about his lover and the cosy domestic setting that he
would build with Boromir and the possible off-spring that could emerge from the
union.
"You are so dead, elf!" Aragorn had yelled as they made their way up the
large lawn in front of the modestly sized house that Arathorn Strider had bought
for his family long before Aragorn was even thought. He had bought such a large
house since he believed that he would fill it with lots of children when he had
married Gilraen Dunedin. But his dreams had been torn to pieces when she had
nearly died after giving birth to his only son. She had survived, but Aragorn
was the only child in the large house.
Legolas laughed. "You gotta catch me, Estel!" He called out as he made his
way up to the porch and jumped onto the cement steps. He would have been
scot-free and into the house if it hadn't been for the large swath of leaves
that he technically should have thrown into the compost heap before rushing off
to school that morning.
"Yaaah!" Legolas yelped as he skidded on the slippery leaves and landed in a
crumpled heap at the base of the wooden steps leading up to the porch. Which
gave Aragorn ample time to tackle the elf and tickle him mercilessly as payback
for the comments he had been making earlier.
"Hey! Estel! No! Don't! Stop it! Please! Come on!" Legolas pleaded as he
tried to roll away from his brother's hands. Although he was trying to get away
from Aragorn, his cape and loose shirt hampered his movements so much that he
had no choice but to lay still and squirm out of Aragorn's grasp. But that
didn't work too well, since all it did was to make him a horribly easy target,
not to mention utterly cramped up from laughing and gasping as he was tickled to
near-death.
"Had enough?" Aragorn asked after he collapsed on the ground beside Legolas,
a satisfied smirk on his face as he watched the elf pant heavily, his full black
lips parted as he gulped in air.
The elf didn't reply right away, since his body was still seized up fairly
badly and he was trying to relax as much as possible before it became more
painful than it already had been. After several minutes though, he had relaxed
enough to be able to give Aragorn an answer.
"I submit to your superiority, Strider." Legolas said as he rolled onto his
side and propped his head on the palm of his hand in order to watch the other
boy, who was lying on his back with his arms folded underneath his head and his
bright blue eyes closed to mere slits.
"That's right." Aragorn replied, opening his eyes and smiling up into Lee's
face. "And don't you forget it." He reminded the elf as he reached up and pushed
a heavy hank of black hair behind a delicate, bejewelled ear.
Lee laughed. "I don't think I will." He admitted before flopped down beside
the human and looked up at the flawless autumn sky above him.
"But I'm still glad that you have Boromir as your lover rather than either of
two witches."
Although he knew he was probably going to get a strong reaction from Aragorn
over the flippant comment, he still had to snicker when he heard the strangled
gasp coming form his left.
"How... how... did you know?" Aragorn asked in a choked voice as he lay on
his side and faced Legolas, his face a mask of shocked curiosity as he looked at
the elf lying beside him.
Lee smiled at Aragorn before he spoke. Although the smile was warm, there
was something in it that made the human feel slightly sad and curious. Almost as
if Legolas had knowledge of something more than what he himself had.
"He's easy to love, Aragorn." Legolas replied, his voice full of a wistful
remembrance as he spoke.
Aragorn sat up and looked at Legolas closely, his brow furrowed as he put two
and two together.
"Did you and Boromir... have something? Before?" Aragorn asked softly,
feeling curious and worried about the answer that he would get from the elf.
Lee laughed. "I think you could say that." He stretched out before he
elaborated on his statement.
"It started after we went to St. Victorie in grade ten. We had always been
friends, but during the summer, it sort of changed. He was really depressed and
stressed out because Faramir was sick. I was messed up because of what happened
in my family."
He broke off and looked away in order to give himself a moment to compose
himself. Even though his father had been dead for years, and his brothers out of
his life for many years; the humiliation and pain was still present and could
spill over. The danger of his emotions spilling over was the reason why he
seldom spoke of his past to anyone. He hated losing control and letting people
see the scars that his up-bringing had given him, since he didn't believe in
letting just anyone see what he was like deep inside.
Although Aragorn was impatient to know what had happened between them, he
also knew that Lee needed time to pull himself away from the darkness of his
past. He had learned the hard way that Legolas resented any intrusion whenever
he was feeling emotional. He didn't like having information pried out of him
which he would gladly give it to you later, when he was calmer and felt the time
was suitable for it. If you pushed him, he would simply close himself off and
refuse to even acknowledge your presence. Sometimes, he would resent the person
so much that he would cut them out of his life permanently.
"During that time, I guess that I fell in love with him. But I didn't want
to complicate our friendship, so I said nothing. I thought that we could have a
chance together, but a guy called Casey Masen decided he wanted Boromir for
himself."
Aragorn's eyes narrowed at the name. "He did something to Boromir, didn't
he?"
Legolas looked away before he spoke again. "I suspect he did. I don't know
for sure. But I know that Boromir changed because of Casey. I tried to comfort
him after what happened with him, maybe make him forget it altogether, but it
was a futile effort on my part, since Boromir was shipped off to St. Joseph's
soon after thanks to Casey's efforts and I ended up with you in St. Ig's."
Aragorn snorted angrily. "What exactly did this Casey do?"
Legolas smiled bitterly. "He picked a fight with him in order to save his
reputation. He could fool around with Boromir after-school and be out when none
of his buddies were around, but when they were around, it was utterly different.
Boromir was just a nuisance. Not cool enough."
Aragorn shook his head angrily. "I hope Boromir beat the fuck out of him."
Legolas grinned mirthlessly at his brother's uncharacteristic use of swear
words.
"Suffice to say that Casey isn't as pretty as he was before and we'll leave
it at that. I don't want to waste anymore time talking about that waste of
skin."
Aragorn flopped back down again beside his brother and sighed angrily.
"I really hate Casey about now, Lee. I really hate him." Lee nodded.
"I know. I hate him too. Not just because he destroyed the chance for me to
have a possible relationship with Boromir, but also because he hurt him so badly
that he will never be the same again."
After that statement, they both fell silent and just lay watching the clouds
as they contemplated Boromir.
"Do you still have feelings for him, Lee?" Aragorn asked, breaking the silence
that lay between them.
Legolas thought about the question. He did care for Boromir. He would always
care for him. Hell, they had been through so much together that there was no way
they could ever sever the bond that had been forged between them. But the bond
that they shared was one of friendship and brotherly love. He wasn't the one for
Boromir. As much as he had wanted it so, he knew that Aragorn was the one
destined to take that role.
"Romantically. No. I am not the one for him. But I will always care for him.
And I will always try to keep him from harm in any way that I can." He then
looked at Aragorn. "Even if the harm comes from you."
Aragorn laughed softly. "You don't have to worry about that ever happening. I
love him, Lee. I will make sure that no harm will ever come to him. You have my
word on it, Lee. I swear."
Legolas looked at him sharply before finally nodding his assent.
"I believe you, Estel. And I hope you are happy with him. He deserves it.
More than anyone else I know."
Aragorn swallowed the lump in his throat with great difficulty.
"I hope I can make it so, Lee. He is the other half of me. I will not have
him unhappy or hurt if I can help it."
by Jim Morrison
Chapter V
Past and Present Collide
ragorn cast a worried look at Boromir as he stood
up from his chair. Although he didn't want to show it, he was uneasy about
Boromir's being called to the office. Even though he knew that he wasn't in
trouble, Aragorn couldn't help but to feel over-protective of his lover.
Aragorn's mind gave a jolt at the word that had slipped so easily into his mind.
