Warnings: slash, interspecies
Book/Source: Fellowship of the Ring
Disclaimer: This is a brief benign avocational fiction
Author's notes: The title is from one of my favorite Shakespeare soliloquies.
"They look like children," Boromir chides himself. Child-small and child-merry, smooth-cheeked and bright-eyed, the Halflings need his strong arm and his guidance; they shall have his training and protection, and, he swears to himself, nothing more. Certainly not his loneliness, after the solitary journey to chilly Imladris; surely not his misplaced desire.
That resolve lasts till they bid him goodnight; Merry's hand in his slides up his wrist in a nimble caress, while Pippin presses warm and lad-firm to his side. Sinking to his knees, Boromir, mighty Man of Gondor, finds himself overwhelmed by kisses, vanquished by two laughing Halflings.