Possession

Possession

Chapter 10
Author: Frosty the Micro Machine
Rated: NC-17
Codes: Aragorn, Elrond, Faramir, Eowyn, OC, AU, N/C
Summary: After Arwen's death, a visit to Gondor reveals something unexpected. Canon-oriented; takes place after Sauron's defeat.
Author's Notes: Translations are in parenthesis after the Elvish.

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Captain Faramir tapped his fingers on the table as the King watched him in silence. His blue eyes met Aragorn's, but he found no explanation within their depths. Sighing, he decided to simply ask. "Tell me again why she's staying?"

"To grieve. It would be too much for her to go back to Imladris." The King sat back and pursed his lips. "Elrond would understand."

The Captain blinked and sat back, crossing his arms. "I'm sure he would. Unfortunately, I do not."

"What is it you are having difficulty comprehending?"

Taking a deep breath, Faramir raised his eyebrows and his voice. "All of it, Aragorn. All of it. Two elf deaths in the span of a month. Neither of them examined. The widow of one won't go home and the widow of another turns a blind eye."

The King's eyes narrowed. "What are you trying to say, Faramir?"

"I'm saying something is not right," he hissed, leaning forward, "Can you not see it? Can you not see the danger Elrond's widow is likely in?"

He averted his eyes, muttering, "She is not his widow. They were not yet married."

"Does it matter? I'm surprised at you. Why does the death of your wife and father not concern you?"

Aragorn's fist slammed on the table. "I'm concerned, Faramir," he hissed darkly, "I am very concerned. Do not mistake my calm for ambivalence."

The Captain's voice softened. "Then tell me what is going on. Do you know more than you've let on?"

"I know nothing of the deaths of Elrond and Arwen. Both are a burden to my heart." He sighed and shook his head. "No, I am calm for other reasons. There are things I must share with you, Faramir, when the time is right."

His eyes narrowed and looked over the King. "And when is the right time?"

"After Elrond's departure."

"I imagine his sons will be here within the week. Will they not want Valawen to join them?" Faramir settled his hand on the table again, running his fingers along the rough wooden edging. "Will they not ask if we have any suspects in Elrond's murder?"

The King's gaze jerked up to the young Captain. "There is no evidence of murder. I would be careful not to spread rumours."

"They will ask, Aragorn. They will want to know what we've done."

"Valawen has decided to allow Elrohir and Elladan to determine the fate of Elrond. If they wish, they can examine him and inform us of their findings." He regarded Faramir thoughtfully. "As for Valawen, it is her decision where to go. They will respect that."

Faramir pursed his lips. "How do you feel about her staying?"

"What do you mean?" asked Aragorn, frowning.

"I mean I find it odd that she would wish to stay here, no matter how intense her grief is. Rivendell is her home - there are people there who can help her through this. Here she has no one. Do you not worry about how she will adjust?"

He sighed heavily. "I do worry. She was Elrond's intended and is therefore of concern to me. I have promised to do everything in my power to help her through this, no matter what she decides to do. She wishes to remain here. I will not turn her away."

"Is she still in your rooms?" asked Faramir. When the King nodded he added, "Is that proper?"

"She doesn't wish to be alone."

"Eowyn has offered to be her roommate, if need be. Would Valawen agree to that?" When he didn't answer, Faramir asked, "How well do you know her, Aragorn?"

"Well enough." He clasped his hands on the table in front of him and raised an eyebrow, "What do you insinuate, Faramir?"

"I insinuate nothing. I am merely concerned."

"Your concern is not warranted. I will take care of her." He exhaled heavily when the worry on the Captain's face did not diminish. "I will ask her if she will accept Eowyn's help."

Faramir looked somewhat relieved. "Thank you."

Sitting back, the King rubbed his temple and looked around the hall. It was silent, as it always seemed to be. He moved his gaze to the Captain's hand as it began tapping the wood grain once again. "What is on your mind, Faramir?" he asked softly.

"Too much, it seems," he answered bleakly, shaking his head. "I hope whatever it is you wish to share with me will alleviate this feeling of doom that never seems to leave."

Aragorn tilted his head, regarding the Captain. "I have hope that it will."

"Why is it you must wait to tell me? Can you not give me even a hint?"

He laughed softly. "I would like to, but what if you do not agree with my vision? I can't have you informing the elves of my treachery."

Faramir raised an eyebrow, staring at the King with a skeptical smirk. "I do not admire your humour, my lord."

Aragorn grinned and shook his head. "Not many do."

Sighing heavily, the Captain stood up from his chair. "It has been a long day. If you do not mind, I think I shall retire for the night. I think Eowyn is feeling slightly ignored."

The King nodded. "Of course. My greetings to your wife. And I promise to speak with Valawen this evening."

He nodded his thanks. "Goodnight."

Aragorn watched Faramir leave, his smile endured. When the door to the hall slammed shut, it quickly faded to nothing.

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"I don't want to leave." Valawen crossed her arms and watched as Aragorn gathered her things, shoving them into a small bag that lied on the bed. Even though it was evening and she was not leaving that night, he seemed intent on her packing immediately. "Did you hear me?" she asked when he did not respond.

He stopped and looked up, his eyes bright. "I heard you," he answered, going back to folding and packing her meager belongings, "But it does not matter. It is imperative that you go."

"Why? It did not seem so imperative earlier." She ran her hands through her hair in frustration as Aragorn tied the bag closed and tossed it to the floor by the bed. "I want to stay here with you."

Pursing his lips, he exhaled heavily and regarded her impatiently. "It doesn't matter what you want. What matters is that the Captain of Gondor's army believes that I am doing everything in my power to help you through this ordeal. If you remain here, he will question it."

"So I must live with Eowyn?" She sat down angrily and shook her head, "I don't understand. How will this help?"

"Faramir is not an easy target, Valawen. He is wise, as is his wife. Both must trust me if they are to be part of this journey." Aragorn shrugged off his tunic as he began to dress for bed and said, "You will room with Eowyn until Elrond is taken back to Imladris."

Valawen watched him undress. "You are the King of Gondor. Should Faramir not already trust you?"

Aragorn grunted as he sat upon the bed to remove his boots. "He does, but it is not that simple. If he suspects there is something wrong with me, he will not hesitate to ensure Gondor's safety." He looked up, his eyes shadowed. "The soldiers of Minas Tirith have vowed to serve their King, but they are loyal to Faramir. We need him in order to gain all of Gondor."

She shook her head softly. "Why would he suspect something is wrong with you?"

Voice edged with irritation, he replied, "Faramir believes something killed Arwen and Elrond. It would not be unheard of for this something to affect mortals, as well."

"So he would worry for your judgement?" When Aragorn nodded, she sighed, "Elrond showed no lapse in judgement. He simply died. Why would Faramir think the same thing affected you?"

Groaning, Aragorn rubbed his face. "Do not ask me to explain the inner workings of the mortal mind, Valawen. The stories and theories that the human heart weaves can be both rational and irrational. Faramir is concerned, and that concern will colour every thing he sees and every word he hears. The only thing you need worry yourself with is showing that you are sorrowed and in enough grief that you could not possibly go back to Imladris with Elrond's sons. Leave the rest to me."

Valawen narrowed her eyes and sat forward. "What if you can't sway Faramir? What will happen then?"

Aragorn's clear eyes met hers in a challenge. "Then that is where you will come in."

Smiling, she stood and walked slowly towards the King. "If you are so concerned that Faramir will suspect you of something, then perhaps I should worry over more than just acting out my grief. I can be more than just a weeping maiden."

He looked up, his eyes soft and curious, as his hands found her hips. "What are you proposing?"

"Faramir will not be seduced easily. He is loyal, and he loves his wife. If I am to live with Eowyn, perhaps I could shade the vision she has of her husband. I could speak with Faramir as well. It does not take much to plant whisperings of suspicion in a mortal's mind."

He lifted her skirt slightly as she lowered herself into his lap. "You would have to be very careful," he said, his voice husky. Warm hands wrapped around her waist. "We cannot afford to have them suspect you of mischief."

"I am an elf, Aragorn. I have just lost the love of my life. What kind of darkened mind would suspect one such as myself of such devious things?" She slung her arms over his shoulders and leaned close. "I can do this."

He kissed her briefly, saying, "I trust you."

Rolling forward slightly against his hips, Valawen bit her lip and breathed, "I'm going to miss you when I'm with Eowyn."

"Mmmmm..." he moaned, tightening his grip on her waist, "We won't be apart long." Without warning she crushed her mouth against his, darting her tongue into his mouth in a heated want. Aragorn returned the gesture, biting at her lips and running his hands up her back. "Do you trust me?" he asked, panting.

Valawen nodded fervently, her skin flushed. "Of course I do."

He grinned crookedly, grabbing her and flipping her onto the bed. She gasped at the unexpected movement, returning his smile when he laid over top of her, caging her to the bed. "How much do you trust me?" he breathed darkly, nipping at her jawline.

Her hands smoothed over his naked torso as she arched back. "With everything I have."

Moving his hands to his pants, he undid his belt and slipped it from the hoops. "Hold still, love," he said, jerking her arms up and wrapping the belt around her wrists. When it was tight, he looped the leather around the bars of the headboard and tied her to it. Smiling and slipping his hands down her bare arms, he asked, "Can you get loose?"

Valawen looked up, jerking at the bonds. They were tight. "No."

She watched him as he began working at the ties of her bodice. He opened the fabric, baring her breasts. Meeting her eyes, Aragorn massaged her breast gently, then pinched her nipple. She blinked and knit her brows. He pinched harder and she hissed in a breath, fidgeting under his touch. "How does that feel?" he asked, smoothing his hand over her upraised centre. He pinched again. "Does it hurt?"

"Yes," she replied, biting her lip.

He leaned in close and whispered, "Does it feel good?"

Her eyelashes fluttered as he massaged her sore breast. "Yes."

Lowering his mouth, he enveloped her nipple and sucked fervidly, lapping his tongue at the stinging flesh. Valawen licked her lips and closed her eyes, wading in the pleasured feelings. When his teeth bit down, clamping on her supple skin, she yelped and widened her eyes. He looked up, grinning. "Dihena nin."
(My apologies.)

She wasn't bleeding, but her breast throbbed from his assault. "Lavan," she breathed, jerking at the belt holding her arms.
(Animal.)

"Le sui ha," he answered, climbing up her body. "Mithanin."
(You like it. Kiss me.)

She met his lips in a hungry, passionate kiss. His tongue plunged into her depths, stealing her air. She was equal in her intensity and pained that she could not wrap her arms around him and pull him closer.

Aragorn gently bit her lip as he looked down on her, smiling. His hands pulled the skirts of her dress up her legs, pooling the fabric around her waist. Valawen pulled her hips up, allowing him to remove the underwear and throw it aside. He sat up then, looking down on her with eager eyes.

His warm palms pressed her thighs apart. He rubbed her skin softly and she fought the urge to fidget under his touch. When his fingers skirted over her warmth, Valawen inhaled and held a breath. When they penetrated her growing wetness, sliding into her willing body, she exhaled in a deep moan.

"Louder," he said, thrusting into her, "Cry out for me."

Valawen shut her eyes tight as he plunged his hand against her. Her legs began to shake and as she made to close them against his arm, he pushed one to the bed. With a sudden sharpness, Aragorn sank another finger into her body. She whimpered and opened her eyes, trying to focus on him. He grinned and slowly pulled his hand out, allowing his slick fingers to trace over her sensitive flesh. "Do you want more?" he asked, his voice low and melodic. She nodded. "Tell me. Tell me what you want."

His warm thumb pressed up against her, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. "I want more," she breathed, "I want you...inside me."

"Do you want me to fuck you like the animal I am?" he asked, a smirk playing across his features.

She could barely hold her voice steady as he continued stroking her. "Y-Yes."

"I want you to say it," he said, leaning close to her face. Pressing gentle kisses along her moist jaw, he whispered, "Pedo ha."
(Say it.)

"Fuck me, Aragorn," she answered, her tone low, "I want you to make me scream."

He hummed low against her ear as his hand slid its way in between their bodies. "Good girl," he said, opening his pants and removing himself. He touched the tip of his penis to her warmth and smiled when she rolled her hips forward slightly, inviting him. "You're hungry for me, aren't you?"

She was. She couldn't deny it. The need for him to be in her was a craving that threatened to make her crazy. "Yes," she answered, clasping her legs around his hips and moving up against his erection, "Please."

"Then I will make you wait no longer." He guided his hardness into her body, moving slowly and deliberately. Valawen bit her lip and kept her eyes on his as he rolled foward, burying himself in her.

Aragorn groaned low when his pelvis met hers and he could move no further. He caught her lips in a quick, ravenous kiss before pulling his hips back and starting a hard, forceful pace. He thrust in and out of her body rapidly, pressing his hands to the bed on either side of her for support. Aragorn strove to cause sharp, intense pleasure and pain, and he succeeded.

Valawen cried out, feeling tortured by his fast thrusts into her sensitive body. Her arms were in pain, but the feeling that was foremost on her mind was the acute tension overtaking her abdomen. She gasped out each time his pelvis met hers, knowing she would be bruised by the time he was through.

She arched back as his hot mouth met her collarbone, sucking raggedly as he slowed the pace slightly. When his forehead rested against her shoulder, he thrust faster and became more seeking, urging her into a climax.

Valawen curled her legs up as the pleasure grew. She called out his name as he slowed and jerked heavily into her, pushing her over the edge and into a bliss unlike anything she had ever felt before. Shuddering under his still-moving body, she didn't even register when he finally met his own end and moved simply for her pleasure. As her body cooled and she relaxed on the bed, she opened her eyes to see him smiling down at her. Her throat burned from the heavy breaths she had taken and her body felt as limp as a wet rag, but nothing compared to the rapture she felt for him.

"You're beautiful when you come," he said softly, rolling his hips gently and stimulating her moist, sensitive flesh. She inhaled sharply, blinking back the feeling.

The familiar feeling of drowsiness swept over her. "Am I not beautiful always?" she asked, rubbing her foot along his calf.

He laughed and pulled from her, adjusting his pants and releasing her from her binds. "You are beautiful always," he replied, laying beside her and sighing when she curled up against him, "But your afterglow lights you from within."

A quick, fleeting wave of nausea passed over her. That was the first time he had spoken to her so gently. It reminded her of the man Elrond had described to her not long after she and her former intended had met. Elrond's son had been sensitive and poetic. The man Valawen had known for so short awhile had rarely exhibited those qualities. "Do you mean that?" she asked, hopeful. She wasn't sure what she was hopeful for.

"I do." His warm hand rubbed her arm. "Sleep now. We have an early morning."

For the first time in a long while, Valawen fell asleep with ease.

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TBC