The Clash
"Hello?" Gandalf cracked a wide smile when he heard Isildur answer the
phone.
"Isildur?" Gandalf asked, making the other man groan.
"Gandalf, if it's about transferring the Denethorson brothers out of
St. Ig's, my answer is no. You asked for them and you got them.
They're your problem now."
Gandalf sniggered to himself at Isildur's comments. It was a relief to
hear Isildur was still the same as always.
"Actually, Izzy, I was calling to tell you that you owe me fifty
bucks. Boromir Denethorson got into a fight at around eight-twenty
five this morning, beating the record he had at St. Kilda's when you
were the principal there."
Isildur was torn between laughing and groaning. Gandalf was the only
one that could get away with treating him with such irreverence. "Did
you throw him out?"
Gandalf laughed. "I was tempted for about two seconds, until I
gathered that he had only got into the fight to save his brother from
getting pounded into pulp and maybe even going into a coma." The last
words were spoken lightly, but Isildur could detect a bitter undertone
to them.
"It was a good thing that I ran into Strider in the hallway and
managed to get him to tell me the whole story, since Boromir would
have just remained quiet and sentenced himself with his silence even
though he and I both knew he was innocent."
Isildur sighed softly. "Yeah. I know what you mean. He was like that
ever since he started getting into fights. I don't blame him for
thinking that way when so many other principals have done that to
him."
Both men were silent for several moments before Gandalf broke the
silence.
"Anyways, He's safe and out of trouble right now. And hopefully he'll
stay out of trouble. The kid's got so much potential it would be a
shame to let it go to waste."
Gandalf said before looking at the clock above the door.
"Look Isildur, I have to go now. Time's short and all that bull-shit.
So see you later. And hopefully you'll have my fifty bucks next time
we meet, right?"
Isildur laughed humourlessly. "Drop dead, Gandalf."
Aragorn and Boromir entered the room quietly and
grabbed the nearest seats to the door and sat down as quickly and
quietly as they could, not wanting to irritate Mr. Elrond. As they had
walked to the class, Aragorn had given Boromir a fair warning that
pissing off Elrond was like juggling knives blind-folded. Stupid and
not to mention utterly dangerous to your health.
To their relief, Mr. Elrond only glared at them as they sat down and
ignored them as he continued to talk about the curriculum and the
books and stories that they would be covering over the next semester.
As he continued on expounding on the virtues of Shakespeare and George
Orwell, Aragorn sprawled in his desk and settled down to some
heavy-duty Boromir watching.
He was so caught up in contemplating the scarlet in Boromir's hair and
feeling like a right-idiot for it when a sharp poke in the back put a
forceful stop to his confused drooling.
Annoyed, Aragorn turned around, ready to glare at the idiot
responsible for breaking his concentration when a pair of brown eyes
lined thickly with black eyeliner met his. Only one person in the
whole school would dare to wear such extravagant make-up. Legolas
Mirkwood.
After casting a look around to make sure that neither Elrond or anyone
else was paying attention to them, Aragorn took the chance and spoke.
"Lee. What's up?" Legolas raised an eyebrow at this question.
"I should be asking you the same thing, Strider. What the hell are you
doing with Satan Denethorson?" Legolas whispered as he smoothed back
his gold and black hair away from his face and tucking it behind his
elf-ears, which jingled with numerous gold and silver hoops.
Aragorn frowned at this. "You mean Boromir Denethorson?"
Legolas laughed softly. "He wasn't known as Boromir when I knew him.
Anyways, what the hell were you doing with him? Were you involved in
the fight?"
"Mr. Strider, Mr. Mirkwood, would you care to share your conversation
with the rest of the class?" Aragorn turned in his seat and slumped
down under Mr. Elrond's steely glare.
It was sheer irony, really, the fact that he had just been warning
Boromir about getting into trouble with Elrond when he had just gone
and done that exact thing. Risking getting into more trouble, he
risked casting a look at Boromir, who was sitting to his left. To his
mortification and utter horniness, Boromir was giving him a coolly
amused look that turned his bones into water.
"Well? I am waiting. Do you have anything to tell the class?" Mr.
Elrond's sharp voice was like a bucket of ice water over his libido.
Instantly, any thoughts of Boromir had been washed away from his mind
as he scrunched himself into his desk in a futile effort to disappear
from sight.
Mr. Elrond frowned at Aragorn, but let it go when he heard sniggering
from the far corner of the room. If there was anything that Elrond
hated was having kids sniggering when he was taking a student up to
task. Ignoring Aragorn, he quickly turned to the source of the noise
and proceeded to give the other students that had disrupted the class
holy hell until the bell rang, signalling the end of the shortened
block.
Aragorn shot out of the classroom like a bat out of hell, not
bothering to see whether Boromir or Legolas was following him. He was
fairly sure that it had been either Eowyn or Arwen who had been
sniggering at his getting into trouble and he was pretty humiliated
about the incident, since he just knew that Arwen, Eowyn and Frodo
would tease him incessantly once they caught him in some corner.
Which meant he would have to be literally looking over his shoulder
lest they get the chance to actually do that.
"Strider! Hey Strider!" Tossing a furtive look over his shoulder to
see whether he needed to make a run for it, he stopped when he saw the
familiar gold and black of Legolas' hair, quickly followed by the
bright gold, red and blue of Boromir's, making his heart give a little
lurch.
"Fuck man! What was your hurry?! I'm sure history with Haldir can
wait," Legolas told Aragorn once he and Boromir had caught up with
him. Aragorn rolled his eyes at the elf.
"Lee, after being in St. Ig's for two years you still have to ask!?"
Aragorn exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air in sheer
exasperation.
Legolas raised a perfect eyebrow before crossing his arms, which
Aragorn could see were wrapped in black fishnet fingerless gloves.
"Elrond's not gonna chase you around, Strider. I'm sure he probably
considers Shakespeare a higher priority than chasing you down and
bawling you out. As for the snot squad, they just got in shit with Mr.
Gimli for flashing Elrohir and Glorfindel"
Aragorn's mouth fell open and Boromir burst out into an uncontrollable
fit of laughter.
"Oh God!" He choked out between bursts of laughter as he then leaned
against Legolas. "You should have seen Mr. Gimli's face! It was
utterly priceless!"
Aragorn tried to picture the stout dwarf and his reaction to having
two girls flashing the boys in his class, but he really couldn't
picture it. For one thing, he was trying to get over the shock of
picturing Arwen and Eowyn, who always seemed like the prim and proper
types actually doing such a trashy thing. For the other, he was trying
to tamp down the little curl of jealousy that had suddenly sprouted up
at the sight of Boromir hanging over Legolas.
The jealousy intensified when Boromir turned to the Elf and gave him a
look before they both burst out laughing. The strange, shared intimacy
between the elf and the human made Aragorn want to strangle the elf
despite the friendship that had sprung up between them after Legolas
had moved into Aragorn's home. Boromir was his! He wanted to scream
out at Legolas. He is mine!
The intensity of the raw emotions he felt towards Boromir completely
floored him, making him mentally stumble as he tried to untangle his
thoughts and find the reasons as to why he was acting like a bitch in
heat over the other guy.
The intense emotions were new to him and he was confused over the
emergence of them at this time in his life. All his life, he had
assumed himself straight. He had had numerous girlfriends and had
never really thought of being with another guy in a romantic sense.
And now a devil with green eyes had literally waltzed into his life
and was making him explore those deep caverns of his mind that he
hadn't really bothered to probe before unless Legolas forced him too
with his devious little ways. What the hell was going on here? He
asked himself as he watched Boromir pull himself together. Since when
has my heart over-ruled my mind?
"Earth to Strider. Earth to Strider. Come in please." Aragorn's
thoughts screeched to a messy halt when he heard Legolas' teasing
voice.
"Ja? I was thinking, you know." He asked, trying to hide his pesky
self-introspection from his very receptive foster-brother.
Legolas' black-lipsticked mouth curved into a smirk when he heard
this.
"No. I don't think you were. I couldn't see the flames shooting out of
your skull." Legolas replied sweetly. Boromir groaned and shook his
head at the comment.
"Legolas, please." Boromir said before turning to Aragorn, a look of
mock suffering on his face when he did, making Aragorn extremely
curious as to what would follow next.
"I've known Lee here for four years and he's still telling the same
jokes! Haven't you told him any new ones?" Boromir asked, his voice
holding an earnestness his glittering eyes betrayed.
Aragorn laughed. "I've never noticed. I've only known him for two
years." He replied before turning to Legolas, who was checking his
nails for any chips in his black polish.
"How do you guys know each other?" He asked innocently.
Boromir and Legolas looked at each other and snickered again. "St.
Kilda's. From grade five to grade nine. We made the teacher's lives a
living hell." Legolas smacked Boromir in the back.
"We? I don't think so! Who was the one that got the nickname "Satan"?"
The elf shot back.
Boromir shrugged. "Yeah. It's true. But they didn't call you "Lucifer"
For nothing, Lee."
Aragorn listened to the exchange with little interest. On one hand, he
was relieved to hear that Boromir and Legolas had been nothing more
than old friends and classmates. On the other hand, the knowledge
made him realize the truth he had been kind of half-running away from
ever since Gandalf had dragged him into his office and afforded him
the chance to save the sullen stranger that had appeared in his
school.
"Holy Shit! We gotta get to history before Haldir rips us a new
one!!!" Legolas cried in dismay before he took off at a full run down
the hall, leaving Boromir and Aragorn watching him and his long black
cape flutter as he legged it to class.
"Oookay." Aragorn found himself muttering as he turned to Boromir, who
only smiled before shaking his head. The warm smile again made
Aragorn's heart lurch with a strong emotion that nearly left him
breathless. The intensity of the emotion was what prompted him to take
a step so drastic and so far removed from his character that he
actually managed to surprise himself in doing it despite the possible
consequences that would follow after.
"I guess that's our clue to fuck off then." Boromir noted as he hefted
his ruck-sack into place and began to walk in the same direction that
Legolas had sprinted off in.
He had only taken a couple of steps though when he felt Aragorn's hand
grab his arm. Puzzled, he looked at the other boy and saw, to his
surprise, that his eyes were wide and so impossibly blue that he
nearly lost himself in their inky depths.
"Yeah?" He asked, not really putting two and two together as to why
Aragorn would suddenly clutch his arm like that when they both were
going to be late for class again.
Aragorn didn't reply. All he did was look at Boromir with a deep
longing in his sharply chiselled face before grabbing the back of
Boromir's head and kissing him for all he was worth.
Notes: As you can see, Mr. Isildur is a principal at one of Boromir's
old school. More on his past in a bit. It'll be good. I Promise.
by Jim Morrison
Chapter III
English, History and I think I love you. Shit.
s soon as Eomer Rohan had left, Gandalf sat down and picked up the
phone and dialed the number for St. Joseph's High School.
Legolas is a dun dun dun... Goth! He he! Couldn't resist! He also has
something to do with Boromir and Faramir's past in more depth.
As for Eowyn and Arwen... It's a true story! Two girls actually did
this to the guys working in the autobody class in my school!
