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Title: Heartbound
Chapter One
Author: dark
Email: dark.malignity@gmail.com
Pairing: Boromir/ Elrohir.
Rating: PG
Summary: Boromir's appearance in Imladris complicates the twins'
lives, especially when he cannot tell the identical twins apart. AU,
pre-fellowship.
Warning: Slash (male/ male pairings)

Disclaimer: All Elfies and places (and the one Man) belong to Tolkien.
I am merely borrowing them for my own (and others') amusement. = D
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Chapter 1

It was like a dream, Elrohir thought. From the first moment he laid
eyes on Boromir, the young elf had been enthralled by the visiting
lord's coarse yet manly charm. And now, as Boromir caught him roughly
by the elbow, spun him around and pinned him to the wall, Elrohir
could not help but run hungry eyes over the full splendor of the Man's
body.

"Hello, Twin," Boromir growled seductively, sending shivers down his
captive's spine. It took every shard of integrity Elrohir possessed to
turn away.

If only he had the courage to stroke that bristly face and pull the
Man towards him for a kiss. If only he wasn't so blindingly honest.
After all, how could it hurt? Boromir would have kissed him and let
him go, and nobody would have had to know. But is was not to be.
Silently, Elrohir bowed his head. "Boromir, I'm Elrohir," he said
quietly.

Boromir froze. "Gods! Roh! I'm sorry!" he gasped, hurriedly stepping
back to put some distance between them. "Gods, I'm so sorry Roh, but
for the life of me, I cannot tell you two apart!"

Elrohir blushed at Boromir's embarrassment. "If you're looking for my
brother, he's in the library doing some last-minute cramming. The
Council is tomorrow, and the silly idiot's forgotten all about it! He
still has tons of work to go through." If he couldn't make himself
accept Boromir's physical embraces then at the very least Elrohir
could try to hold the handsome lord in conversation for as long as
possible.

"No, not forgotten, not *completely*," Boromir grinned, blind to the
elf's hopeful infatuation. "But he does seem the type who would
procrastinate, especially if the task involves mountains and mountains
of dusty books and piles of blasted paperwork!"

Elrohir laughed in agreement. "That he is," he grinned. "But don't you
do the same preparatory work for your councils, son of Gondor?"

"Goodness, no. We've got scribes to do that sort of stuff. And advisors."

"Yes, well we have scribes and advisors too."

"Yes, but you don't have Faramir," Boromir winked conspiratorially.
"The two of you would get along perfectly together. Maybe you'll even
meet him one day. Who knows what the Gods have in store for us, eh."

Elrohir grinned teasingly. "Tell me, Boromir. How is it that you can
profess to know so much about my brother's and my character... and
still be completely unable to tell us apart?" he said, and then
laughed as Boromir's face darkened in a sulk.

"Well, how about this," he continued. "I've been told that I look more
like Erestor-- that I tend to have simpler tastes and wear darker
muted colors, while Elladan takes more after Glorfindel. They both
seem to prefer brighter, gaudier... 'fashions'. Maybe that might help
a bit. Oh, and he's taller than me, but only by half an inch."

***

Elladan was not in the library as his brother promised, and he wasn't
in the study either. Neither was he in any of the garden pavilions,
where students have been known to read in the fresh air. Just as
Boromir was about to give up his search, he spied a familiar face.

The twin was barefoot, dressed casually in a loose cotton shirt which
flapped freely in the wind, and faded albeit comfortable-looking
leggings which fully showed off the muscular curves of his legs. To
top it off, the said elf was sitting in a tree, swinging his legs and
munching on a bread roll as he frowned into a thick, dog-eared book.

Definitely Un-Elrohir-ian behavior.

All the same, the Man had no intention of making the same mistake
twice. He looked around and beckoned to a passing servant. "That's
Elladan, isn't it?" he asked.

The servant glanced at the figure humming distractedly in the tree and
sniggered. "Yes my lord, that is Lord Elladan. Lord Elrohir would never dream of
disregarding his books that way." Already Elladan had abandoned his
open book and was drumming his fingers restlessly on the branches.

"Many visitors have trouble telling them apart, my lord. Perhaps it
might help to think of Lord Elladan as the King Thranduil of Imladris. Look at
the set of his shoulders and the cut of his head. He's rather kingly,
my lord, and very powerful. Lord Elrohir is our Lord Celeborn; strong, but a bit
quieter and gentler, and slightly more modest than his brother. He
speaks with his head slightly bowed."

Boromir thanked the servant, walked up to the base of tree and stood
at the bottom, arms akimbo, then smiled as Elladan slid down to join
him. Elladan smiled back, and mirroring his lover's actions, folded
his arms and stared smugly at the Man, waiting for the other's
reaction.

"You know, if you are waiting for me to be the first to act just so
you can save your petty ego, I'll have you know you've already made
the first move by sliding down that tree."

"Oh yes?" Elladan said, raising an eyebrow enigmatically.

"Yes," Boromir grinned, stepping up and drawing the twin into his arms.

"Well then, has it never occurred to you that I was waiting for you to
make the second?" Elladan purred as he pressed himself against the
Man, further closing the distance between them and smiled to hear
Boromir's breath hitch. "Good... good... and now that I've made the
third move," he said, licking his lips tantalizingly. "Why don't you
go ahead and make the fourth?"

And Boromir did. Reaching out a hand, he stroked the other's smooth
cheek, running his fingers gently down the curve of his jaw and
tracing soft outlines against the fine elven lips before bending
forward to claim them in a possessive kiss. "You know, I almost kissed
your brother earlier on," he mumured, breaking away. "You look so
alike I thought he was you."

Elladan uttered a cry of indignation and swatted Boromir across the
back of his head. "Don't be stupid. Are you blind, I'm a whole
half-inch taller than him!!" he scolded, before he was silenced by yet
another brutal kiss.

Not liking the way conversation was being dictated by the other party,
Elladan pushed him forcefully away, wrenching back the power from his
partner, but Boromir wasn't one to give up on his quarry without a
fight. "Mine!" Boromir hissed, laying claim to the twin. Elladan bared
his teeth and growled in return. They kissed again, oblivious to all
around them, each plundering the other's mouths, each battling for
supremacy, each vying for the right to stake claim. Both ravishing the
other's body as they wrestled the other down in the vicious ritual of
their coupling.

And caught up in the fight, caught up in the frenzy, caught up in the
thrill, neither of them noticed another dark-haired figure enter the
garden and freeze at the sight. Nobody noticed the soft gasp of
yearning that escaped the other twin's lips as he watched from a
distance, or the bright tears in his eyes as he witnessed the ferocity
of their coupling. And as the couple took each other to their climax,
neither of them noticed poor quiet Elrohir as he fled from his hiding
place to the comfort and security of his bedroom.