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Ghosts of the Past
Fic Name: Minas Tirith - Legacy of the Ring Bearer.
Chapter Name: Ghosts of the Past.
Pairing: Faramir/Boromir, Faramir/Frodo, Faramir/Aragorn, Aragorn/Frodo,
Rating: NC17
Beta: HEL! Thank-you.:)
Timeline: During the War of the Ring, in the final days and the year afterwards.
Synopsis: Faramir learns from Gandalf that he is pregnant with Frodo's child though love does not exist between them, or so the Prince of Gondor
believes.
Disclaimer: I don't clai own own anything or make any money. Suing me will
not do any good, you'd get a quarter at the most. Tolkien owns all the pretty men and hobbits.
ARCHIVE: Yes, but please let me know.
WARNING: NC-17, GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS, VIOLENCE IN THIS CHAPTER. IF YOU CAN’T HANDLE IT, DON’T READ. ALSO, INCEST.
CHAPTER TEN: Ghosts of the Past.
Faramir looked away from his companion’s intent gaze. The hobbit was clearly attempting to process the information he’d just received and was having difficulty adjusting to it. The man sighed and looked down at his hands as the silence stretched between them. He wanted to get up and walk away, but he was in no position to do so.
Frodo finally broke the silence, reaching over to take his lover’s hand and hold it tightly within his own. “You are not lying, I can see that.” he held the man’s hand in his lap, stroking his fingers gently. “I, I don’t know exactly what to say, Faramir.” he spoke honestly, this was the last thing he’d expected. “I don’t understand it, but, but I will not leave you to deal with thisne. ne. I won’t.”
“Frodo…” Faramir looked back at the exhausted Ringbearer, his own eyes fighting back an urge to cry. “I do not ask you to stay. There are many people who can help me.” he swallowed, his lower lip quivering. “You do not have to do anything.”
“You do not understand! You never did.” Frodo practically shouted at him, “I WANT to stay with you, Faramir. Even if you were not…pregnant.”
“But I,” he could hardly believe what he was hearing, there was more, so much more to tell his lover. Yet, how could they stay together? It was impossible. It was a dream.
“Faramir.” The hobbit gave an exasperated sigh and took a deep breath as though he was counting to ten in his mind. He reached over to one of the man’s hand and cupped it in his, bringing it up to his lips and kissing each finger tenderly. “I don’t care what you have done in the past. I only care what you did for Sam and I. In that moment you proved your love, and your character. “
“But what about Aragorn?” Faramir’s brow creased in confusion, though he did not try to release his hand from Frodo’s sweet lips. He began to feel a familiar stirring in his body while the hobbit paid such careful attention to his fingers. “I thought…”
“Aragorn and I have been lovers, yes.” Frodo held Faramir’s eyes. It was strange, he was far older than the man before him and he felt Faramir’s youth keenly, as well as his pain. “However, it was not love. I think he liked taking care of me more than anything else. He is a healer at heart, you know. We are very good friends, and will remain so. He comforted me in my darkest hours when the Witch King stabbed me.“ Frodo could not help but shudder at the memory. “It is not me Aragorn loves. It was Boromir. Your brother fascinated him, but he always denied Aragorn. It confused him greatly until he discovered the reason why he could not win Boromir’s heart or attraction for it was already won.”
How did?…he opened his mouth to ask, but the hobbit shushed him gently.
“Boromir and Legolas, Faramir. Boromir was already involved with the elf since Rivendell, and had not been able return Aragorn’s need. Aragorn reminded him too much of Gondor, of you, and of what he left behind. I heard them talking once, Legolas and Boromir. The elf had asked your brother why he could not give his heart, and eventually Boromir finally relented and explained. I listened, I admit it. I did not know that you were his brother then, he simply spoke your name. I should have told you I knew. The point is, Faramir. It is not Aragorn that I want. “
The words were slowly sinking in, and the young man’s mouth opened and closed softly as he digested the information.. “He loved Boromir?”
“Yes.” Frodo smiled. “And I love you.” He moved rather quickly, suddenly straddling the young man. “And I am honored to be the father of our child.” He let Faramir’s hand go and ran his fingers through the man’s soft light brown hair. The hobbit gazed into the young man’s bright blue eyes and held his face cupped in his small hands. His mind drifted back to the first time he had made love to Faramir, the younger man had claimed experience, but it was only in letting people take their pleasure in him, not in receiving it. Perhaps it would have seemed odd to some, but he had led an active sex life in the Shire, and when they left. He was no stranger to the act, but he had never found anyone quite like man before him now. He was so afraid to love, so afraid to let himself go. As though it would easily be snapped from him.
Frodo gently let his fingers caress the man’s face, pushing his hair back and gliding over the slight creases, smoothing them out. Softly he touched the young man, watching him begin to process their conversation. He did not press Faramir to speak his own feelings, knowing that would come in time. He had suffered a great deal in Minas Tirith at the hands of his father, and Frodo would be certain make up for it. He thanked the gods that Faramir had been spared.
“Frodo…” Faramir whispered the hobbit’s name, wanting desperately to believe what he heard. He lowered his eyes, bringing his trembling hands up to his lover’s waist to rest there. Desire coursed through him, need. He wanted so much to be loved for himself. But Frodo did not know of the other problems he had, and that he was unlikely to survive the birthing. What he was about to say was silenced, for soft lips met his own, caressing away the tension with his tongue and easing them apart.
Sweet scents filled his nostrils and the tingling in his groin became stronger. His hands slid up Frodo’s back, and down again to cup his buttocks, and then slide under his belt to feel warm skin. Their lips did not part, except for breath as heat guided them to taste more of each other. He gave ampermper that melted into a purr when the hobbit rocked his hips over his stiffening sex tantalizingly. Frodo’s hands ran down his shoulders and to the ties of his shirt, working them off. Before he knew what was happening, his shirt was gone, and Frodo was gazing at him.
Wonderful warm hands slid over his bare chest, fingers pausing at his nipples to tease them while Frodo watched his expression. The hobbit’s eyes had drifted to the wounds in his chest, from the arrows. Still fresh and bandaged as were his other cuts and bruises. One arrow had been very close to his heart. Frodo leant down and began to kiss the painful areas, covering his hurts with soothing lips. With each kiss Faramir drew an intake of breath and let it release, feeling his temperature rise, among other things. Never before had his body come so alive except with his brother.
Frodo eased Faramir farther onto the bed, until the young man was lying on his back. His own cock had already stiffened, yet this was not going to be about him. He intended to make Faramir aware of how precious he was, and how desirable. He knelt with a knee on either side of the man, letting his fingers continue to play about his chest, reveling in the tight muscles, soft warm flesh, and the perfection that was Faramir. He was careful not to sit on his lover’s belly, aware now of what rested within.
He felt his lover’s shaft as it eagerly strained against constricting material and smiled when Faramir almost writhed underneath him, he was so easily aroused. “Open your eyes, Faramir.odo odo demanded suddenly, for he’d realized that the man had closed them He would not let Faramir run away this time. This time the man would know whom he was with, and that it was not just sex.
Faramir did not want to open his eyes, his dream was coming true, and he was warm and loved. He did not want to see what he knew would be there. No…no he didn’t want to wake up. It was too good to be true. He could not believe it, he could not accept it. It would only be taken from him, as everything had been.
“That’s it Faramir, come to me.” A familiar voice cackled in the back of his mind. “You are not worthy of him, you know it and I know it. I know what you have done and all that you are and have been.”
No…he couldn’t be here. He couldn’t. But he was, and no longer was Frodo making love to him, but his hands were tied to a bedpost while he was being punished for not giving proper attention to the other‘s cock. He was once again a teer ner no more than nineteen, being toyed with at the end of a belt. He cringed at each strike while sweat trickled down his forehead, mingling with tears.
Calculating the strength of his blows, nothing but bruises were the result of his tormentor’s assault. The man was well aware of the boy’s disease and would allow no drop of blood to be spilled. He also knew what Faramir’s brother would do if it was discovered.
“Worthless son of a whore.” The man’s voice came clear to his ears. “Look at me when I talk to you. Open your eyes, Faramir.”
Faramir forced his eyes open to see the leering face of his father.
“Faramir?” Frodo frowned, “Faramir?” he shook the man’s shoulders gently, for it seemed that too suddenly Faramir had slipped away. He reached for Faramir’s face and cupped it, trying to see if the man had indeed passed out by attempting to force open his eyes.
And he was indeed, out cold, his breathing slowing to a dangerous level. Frodo’s breathing hitched and he cried out desperately.
“Help! Somebody help me! He’s stopped breathing….”
**TBC**
Chapter Name: Ghosts of the Past.
Pairing: Faramir/Boromir, Faramir/Frodo, Faramir/Aragorn, Aragorn/Frodo,
Rating: NC17
Beta: HEL! Thank-you.:)
Timeline: During the War of the Ring, in the final days and the year afterwards.
Synopsis: Faramir learns from Gandalf that he is pregnant with Frodo's child though love does not exist between them, or so the Prince of Gondor
believes.
Disclaimer: I don't clai own own anything or make any money. Suing me will
not do any good, you'd get a quarter at the most. Tolkien owns all the pretty men and hobbits.
ARCHIVE: Yes, but please let me know.
WARNING: NC-17, GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS, VIOLENCE IN THIS CHAPTER. IF YOU CAN’T HANDLE IT, DON’T READ. ALSO, INCEST.
CHAPTER TEN: Ghosts of the Past.
Faramir looked away from his companion’s intent gaze. The hobbit was clearly attempting to process the information he’d just received and was having difficulty adjusting to it. The man sighed and looked down at his hands as the silence stretched between them. He wanted to get up and walk away, but he was in no position to do so.
Frodo finally broke the silence, reaching over to take his lover’s hand and hold it tightly within his own. “You are not lying, I can see that.” he held the man’s hand in his lap, stroking his fingers gently. “I, I don’t know exactly what to say, Faramir.” he spoke honestly, this was the last thing he’d expected. “I don’t understand it, but, but I will not leave you to deal with thisne. ne. I won’t.”
“Frodo…” Faramir looked back at the exhausted Ringbearer, his own eyes fighting back an urge to cry. “I do not ask you to stay. There are many people who can help me.” he swallowed, his lower lip quivering. “You do not have to do anything.”
“You do not understand! You never did.” Frodo practically shouted at him, “I WANT to stay with you, Faramir. Even if you were not…pregnant.”
“But I,” he could hardly believe what he was hearing, there was more, so much more to tell his lover. Yet, how could they stay together? It was impossible. It was a dream.
“Faramir.” The hobbit gave an exasperated sigh and took a deep breath as though he was counting to ten in his mind. He reached over to one of the man’s hand and cupped it in his, bringing it up to his lips and kissing each finger tenderly. “I don’t care what you have done in the past. I only care what you did for Sam and I. In that moment you proved your love, and your character. “
“But what about Aragorn?” Faramir’s brow creased in confusion, though he did not try to release his hand from Frodo’s sweet lips. He began to feel a familiar stirring in his body while the hobbit paid such careful attention to his fingers. “I thought…”
“Aragorn and I have been lovers, yes.” Frodo held Faramir’s eyes. It was strange, he was far older than the man before him and he felt Faramir’s youth keenly, as well as his pain. “However, it was not love. I think he liked taking care of me more than anything else. He is a healer at heart, you know. We are very good friends, and will remain so. He comforted me in my darkest hours when the Witch King stabbed me.“ Frodo could not help but shudder at the memory. “It is not me Aragorn loves. It was Boromir. Your brother fascinated him, but he always denied Aragorn. It confused him greatly until he discovered the reason why he could not win Boromir’s heart or attraction for it was already won.”
How did?…he opened his mouth to ask, but the hobbit shushed him gently.
“Boromir and Legolas, Faramir. Boromir was already involved with the elf since Rivendell, and had not been able return Aragorn’s need. Aragorn reminded him too much of Gondor, of you, and of what he left behind. I heard them talking once, Legolas and Boromir. The elf had asked your brother why he could not give his heart, and eventually Boromir finally relented and explained. I listened, I admit it. I did not know that you were his brother then, he simply spoke your name. I should have told you I knew. The point is, Faramir. It is not Aragorn that I want. “
The words were slowly sinking in, and the young man’s mouth opened and closed softly as he digested the information.. “He loved Boromir?”
“Yes.” Frodo smiled. “And I love you.” He moved rather quickly, suddenly straddling the young man. “And I am honored to be the father of our child.” He let Faramir’s hand go and ran his fingers through the man’s soft light brown hair. The hobbit gazed into the young man’s bright blue eyes and held his face cupped in his small hands. His mind drifted back to the first time he had made love to Faramir, the younger man had claimed experience, but it was only in letting people take their pleasure in him, not in receiving it. Perhaps it would have seemed odd to some, but he had led an active sex life in the Shire, and when they left. He was no stranger to the act, but he had never found anyone quite like man before him now. He was so afraid to love, so afraid to let himself go. As though it would easily be snapped from him.
Frodo gently let his fingers caress the man’s face, pushing his hair back and gliding over the slight creases, smoothing them out. Softly he touched the young man, watching him begin to process their conversation. He did not press Faramir to speak his own feelings, knowing that would come in time. He had suffered a great deal in Minas Tirith at the hands of his father, and Frodo would be certain make up for it. He thanked the gods that Faramir had been spared.
“Frodo…” Faramir whispered the hobbit’s name, wanting desperately to believe what he heard. He lowered his eyes, bringing his trembling hands up to his lover’s waist to rest there. Desire coursed through him, need. He wanted so much to be loved for himself. But Frodo did not know of the other problems he had, and that he was unlikely to survive the birthing. What he was about to say was silenced, for soft lips met his own, caressing away the tension with his tongue and easing them apart.
Sweet scents filled his nostrils and the tingling in his groin became stronger. His hands slid up Frodo’s back, and down again to cup his buttocks, and then slide under his belt to feel warm skin. Their lips did not part, except for breath as heat guided them to taste more of each other. He gave ampermper that melted into a purr when the hobbit rocked his hips over his stiffening sex tantalizingly. Frodo’s hands ran down his shoulders and to the ties of his shirt, working them off. Before he knew what was happening, his shirt was gone, and Frodo was gazing at him.
Wonderful warm hands slid over his bare chest, fingers pausing at his nipples to tease them while Frodo watched his expression. The hobbit’s eyes had drifted to the wounds in his chest, from the arrows. Still fresh and bandaged as were his other cuts and bruises. One arrow had been very close to his heart. Frodo leant down and began to kiss the painful areas, covering his hurts with soothing lips. With each kiss Faramir drew an intake of breath and let it release, feeling his temperature rise, among other things. Never before had his body come so alive except with his brother.
Frodo eased Faramir farther onto the bed, until the young man was lying on his back. His own cock had already stiffened, yet this was not going to be about him. He intended to make Faramir aware of how precious he was, and how desirable. He knelt with a knee on either side of the man, letting his fingers continue to play about his chest, reveling in the tight muscles, soft warm flesh, and the perfection that was Faramir. He was careful not to sit on his lover’s belly, aware now of what rested within.
He felt his lover’s shaft as it eagerly strained against constricting material and smiled when Faramir almost writhed underneath him, he was so easily aroused. “Open your eyes, Faramir.odo odo demanded suddenly, for he’d realized that the man had closed them He would not let Faramir run away this time. This time the man would know whom he was with, and that it was not just sex.
Faramir did not want to open his eyes, his dream was coming true, and he was warm and loved. He did not want to see what he knew would be there. No…no he didn’t want to wake up. It was too good to be true. He could not believe it, he could not accept it. It would only be taken from him, as everything had been.
“That’s it Faramir, come to me.” A familiar voice cackled in the back of his mind. “You are not worthy of him, you know it and I know it. I know what you have done and all that you are and have been.”
No…he couldn’t be here. He couldn’t. But he was, and no longer was Frodo making love to him, but his hands were tied to a bedpost while he was being punished for not giving proper attention to the other‘s cock. He was once again a teer ner no more than nineteen, being toyed with at the end of a belt. He cringed at each strike while sweat trickled down his forehead, mingling with tears.
Calculating the strength of his blows, nothing but bruises were the result of his tormentor’s assault. The man was well aware of the boy’s disease and would allow no drop of blood to be spilled. He also knew what Faramir’s brother would do if it was discovered.
“Worthless son of a whore.” The man’s voice came clear to his ears. “Look at me when I talk to you. Open your eyes, Faramir.”
Faramir forced his eyes open to see the leering face of his father.
“Faramir?” Frodo frowned, “Faramir?” he shook the man’s shoulders gently, for it seemed that too suddenly Faramir had slipped away. He reached for Faramir’s face and cupped it, trying to see if the man had indeed passed out by attempting to force open his eyes.
And he was indeed, out cold, his breathing slowing to a dangerous level. Frodo’s breathing hitched and he cried out desperately.
“Help! Somebody help me! He’s stopped breathing….”
**TBC**