A/N: I loved the movie, I loved the acting, and I absolutely loved Hector and Andromache. Well... I loved all of it, but there was something about them that just made me smile at so much cuteness. LOL! I mean, look at that (godzilla-big) baby! He was extremely cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute! Ahem :D Paris is here a lot, along with other family, and Achilles as well. (Surprising as it might be! :P Welcome to the world of Fic.) On with it, and thanks for reading! ;)

BATTLE OF MEN

''... And it's the last time I remind you that you will be representing Troy in this convention. All young talents from Greece and far away lands have come here and will show their talent. And you, my sons, I hope you will not let me down.'' Priam said, not eyeing his sons.

He was too busy staring at the palace in Athens where they had just arrived. Hector tried to pay attention to him, but he could think of a ton of things that were far more interesting than listening to his father ramble about something he had said twenty thousand times during the journey from Troy to Athens. And Paris... Well, Paris had been asleep for the past half an hour and Priam had still not realised.

''Yes, Father.'' Hector nodded, as he nudged Paris to wake him up. Paris' eyes shot open and he nodded just at the moment when their father turned to look at them. It was a habit they had: when one of them fell asleep during the long speeches, the other one would save his brother's butt just in time. Only most of the time it was Paris who needed some saving.

Priam smiled and nodded at them both, who pretended to pay attention. But even Priam knew that, at some point, they were faking. Hector was in his early twenties, and Paris would have been what, fifteen? Priam knew that at that age they would not listen to their father at all. Actually, he doubted that Paris would listen at all at any point of his life, but that was just Priam's musings.

'' I will talk now with important Lords and Kings from these lands that have come here as well. You are free to go wherever you want, but be sure to be up early tomorrow for the competition.'' With a hug to his children, Priam entered the castle and left his children to themselves.

''Nice... place.'' Paris said, as he eyed a beautiful , red haired young woman who approached the building. She eyed them both as they entered the place at the same time, and with her eyes seemed to almost chop their heads off. Hector recognised her attire, and decided to shut his mouth before he his ass got shot by an arrow. She wore a rather revealing leather top and a short fur skirt. Paris was drawn to her like a fly.

''Paris.'' Hector said, and pointed at what the woman carried in her hand. It was a silver embroidered bow and a sword. Over her right shoulder they were now able to see a tatoo of a haf-moon , that represented goddess Artemis. ''What does that sign tell you?''

''That she is a nocturnal creature.'' Paris said with a playful, wide grin.

''Actually, that she is an Amazon. And that she would chop your head off if you got too near.''

''Yeowch.'' Paris muttered, as Hector lead him into the gardens. The main entrance to the castle had only two ways to go: The living rooms, where the old bags chattered, as Paris used to say, and the gardens, that lead to the sports courts where the young heroes would fight each other, and that acted as a hall to the bigger building where the rooms where.

''Help me find our room.'' Hector said, as he gazed at the huge building.

''I am required somewhere else.'' Paris said, as his head almost twisted around as he gazed at a blonde teen girl that was sitting by a pond in the gardens. As he started to get away, he felt Hector's hand clasp his arm and drag him inside without further reply.

Paris complained as Hector dragged him down the whole damn long corridor, but his brother would not let go, for his own good. The woman Paris had been about to drool over was someone he had seen not too long ago when he went with his father to Sparta.

Helen. That was her name. She was nothing more than a teen, about Paris' age, but she was about to be married to a man that could have been her grandfather when it came to age: Menelaus, a noisy, fat king that would surely be there at the tournament to watch everyone battle, but himself. And of course, his brother Agammenon. Hector knew his father hated him. So he did not have respect for what would be Helen's family whatsoever.

''Hey, Hector.'' Paris started asking as he let himself get dragged. ''If you could win anything in this tournament, what would it be?''

''Probably a brain for you.''

''Ok.'' Paris smirked, as Hector stood with his head titled to the side looking at a door wondering if it would be their room or not. Just how would he know where they had to stay if there were no signs on the doors and noone told them where to go? ''But, really...Come on, there has to be something that-''

Paris was unable to finish his sentence. Because Hector abruptly dropped him and he landed with his ass on the floor. Just as he looked up at his brother to complain about the brisk journey to the floor, he noticed that Hector was staring wide-eyed at something.

The younger prince looked at whatever was there as well and blinked. It was a slender maiden with long chestnut curls that fell over to her waist, and big, deep hazel eyes.She was clad in a soft- looking blue long dress. She had just appeared from around a corridor and she carried a book that she read interested. She barely lifted her gaze up to them as she passed, but after she noticed them she stopped on her tracks and eyed them both.

''Are you the trojan princes? Your rooms are in the next corridor, the second and the third to the left.'' She said with a sligt ambiguous smile that could be taken for kind and polite or... idiocy-forgiving. Paris thought that it was the second one, since they looked rather stupid for a prince - and anyone for that matter- staring like an owl and... sprawled over the floor on his butt.

''Er...yes, thank you.'' Paris managed to say, as he stood off the floor and nudged Hector so that he fell off the trance he seemed to be into. ''We are Paris and Hector.''

''Well then. I am Princess Andromache.'' She said, and with a polite nod and a slight smile, started to leave. ''I will see you later during dinner, don't forget where your rooms are.''

''Oh, we won't.'' Paris said with a grin as Hector seemed to be hypnotized. Once Andromache was out of sight, Paris clicked his fingers in front of Hector. ''Hello? You are the grown up, the responsible one, and you didn't manage a greeting for a princess?''

''Paris...'' Hector started, as be started to be himself again. ''Do that again and I will throw you head first into the sea. And two... I take it back. If I could get anything...''

''Someone like her?''

''No,not someone. Her.'' They started heading to their rooms. ''.....And let's see if we don't get lost. Again.''

Paris sighed and followed his brother down the corridor, shaking his head. Had he just seen his always-in-place brother being knocked-silly at the sight of a woman? It was almost unbelievable. At least for Hector, that was. Actually, Paris thought that he didn't even have time to look at anything with a skirt that wasn't a warrior about to chop his head off- and that wasn't something he'd enjoy, knowing that he could drop dead.

He mused. And wandered. And mused some more. And still... no, it didn't make too much sense to him that he had fallen head over heels for this Andromache. Wait, what did her name mean? 'Battle of Men'.

''Oh my Gods...'' Paris started to mutter as Hector pointed to a room. This was going to be a lot more difficult than he thought.

''What? Wrong room again?''Hector asked, and looked at both sides of the corridor.

''Wrong girl...'' He started to say. But Hector never heard it. He was heading to his room with the question that every young man or woman has in his or her mind when they know they will meet the love of their life in a few hours.

What am I going to wear???