Minas Tirith - Legacy of the Ring Bearer

Fic Name: Minas Tirith - Legacy of the Ring Bearer.
Chapter Name: A Time for Comfort.
Pairing: Faramir/Boromir, Faramir/Frodo, Faramir/Aragorn, Aragorn/Frodo, Denethor/Faramir (Implied)
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 claim to 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.

CHAPTER 12 : A TIme For Comfort.

Faramir stretched, or at least he attempted to, to his great surprise stretching did not get him anywhere. He frowned, wondering where the warmth was coming from. It slowly began to dawn upon him that two bodies were lying next to him, both steadily breathing. What time of day was it? He groggily opened one eye. What the? His head was curled against a very male chest, two pairs of arms wrapped around him, securing him rather tightly, one smaller than the other. He felt Frodo’s body spooned up against his back, one small leg wrapped around him, his own body was curled against … His eyes opened fully… Aragorn?

He could not help the twinge of disappointment he’d felt. Who else would it have been? Legolas? Boromir…Boromir was dead. His mind reeled as he attempted to process all of what had happened in the last little while since he had learned he was pregnant. How long had he been asleep? The last thing he remembered was Frodo kissing him.

The young man’s stirring caused Aragorn to shift slightly and give a soft kiss to the top of Faramir’s head. He wasn’t sure why he did that, but it seemed like the best way to calm him for he could feel the tension already building in the way his shoulders were stiffening. “Shhh, Relax.” he said gently, “You’ll wake Frodo. He hasn’t slept this long since he returned from Mordor.” He brought a hand up and pulled his fingers through Faramir’s soft curls, very gently.

“How, How long have I been asleep?” Faramir swallowed nervously, not entirely sure what to think, Aragorn’s fingers felt very nice, much like Boromir’s used to when he was upset or sick. He tried to relax his body, but he had too many questions, too much that he needed to know. “What, What happened?”

“You passed out.” Aragorn replied, his voice very soft so as not to wake the hobbit. “You’ve been asleep for nearly thirty-two hours. Frodo and I have been watching over you. You had a fever, I think it was from stress. Legolas said when he found you, you were practically dead on your feet. You’ve been pushing yourself a great deal for many weeks now. You need to relax, especially in your condition.”

“Don’t remind me.” Faramir sighed, glancing away. He pulled the blanket up a little more over him, even though he wasn’t really cold. He shifted his gaze to Frodo, the sweet hobbit who held him so tightly.

“Someone has to, it seems.” Aragorn’s voice held a stern quality, even as he continued to sooth the young man running his hand through his hair. “You can’t go on the way you were, Frodo loves you. You have a place here, you can’t just run away from it.”

“Aragorn.” Faramir looked back at the King, “I never had a place here. I was only ever just here.” He licked his lips, as a silence grew between them. The ranger-king was having a hard time finding a good response for that particular outburst, especially since he knew about what Denethor had done to Faramir. “If I stay, I will go insane.” he finally said.

“Where will you go? There is no where for you to go Faramir. You have to face the past, and you have to do it here. With us.”

“Us?” Faramir shook his head, “No, no there is no us. Frodo can’t stay here in Gondor, he needs to go home, to the beauty of the shire he loves. I can’t expect him to stay just for…”

“For you? Of course he would. He loves you enough for that, and he can visit the shire. Its not the same for him back there either. Faramir. I know Frodo a lot better than you do, and he won’t give you up as easily as you might think. And why would you, when you have someone like him? Do you love him?”

“What?”

“Do you love him?”

Faramir sucked in his breath and looked at Aragorn, not willing to answer the question, not like this. Besides, it was not really his business, was it? Faramir tried to scowl, but he couldn’t find any reason to be angry at the King right now, for after all, Aragorn had just spent the last thirty two hours looking after him. “I think so.”

“You think so. You need to figure that out before you breas hes heart. You are having his baby, for Valar’s sake, you are stuck with him now. You can’t run away from this problem, or Gondor. I won’t let you. I will find you wherever you go. Remember that.”

“You don’t understand…”

“I understand more than you think. I know about Denethor, Faramir. I know what he did to you. I don’t know everything, but I do know that he made your life a living hell here.”

Faramir froze, almost literally in the bed. He was so tense his fingers clutched the sheets tight enough so that his knuckles were white. “W--who told you?”

“Does it matter? Faramir. Denethor was …”

“Shut up.” he said fiercely, “Don’t you say anything about my father. You have no right, and you know nothing. I don’t know what you think you’ve heard, but they’re wrong. They d kno know anything. My father loved me, and I won’t let you malign his memory.” He would have got up, if he wasn’t pinned by both Aragorn’s arms and Frodo’s. The hobbit stirred as Faramir’s voice rose.

“Faramir? You’re awake…” his blue eyes fluttered open as he gazed at the angry young man, and then he blinked in confusion.

Almost instantly, Faramir’s anger dissipated, he could never be angry with Frodo, and the hobbit surely didn’t deserve his anger. What Aragorn said about his father. The truth. It didn’t matter anymore, Denethor was dead, and he would be damned if he would let his father’s memory be one of a monster. He would not remember him that way, even if he had to make up the memory to do it. “Yes.” he finally replied, forcing a smile as he gazed at his lover. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, Faramir!” Frodo leant up and kissed him in delight, ecstatic. “I was so worried.” he nuzzled his lips against the man’s neck. “How are you feeling?” he moved the hair from Faramir’s face, stroking his cheek. “Are you hungry? Thirsty?” He looked between Aragorn and Faramir, sensing tension, but unsure of how to handle it.

Faramir opened his lips to reply but he had no words yet, other than a slow smile as he managed to speak once more. “I’m a little thirsty, and hungry actually.” he admitted. “I’ve been told I rested for quite some time.”

“You gave me such a scare.” he leant in to kiss the man’s lips, but Faramir turned his face, making as though he wished to rise. The hobbit frowned, not entirely sure why his lover would avoid him.

“I’ve been in this position far too long.” he explained, earning a glare from Aragorn.

The other man smirked, “And so you shall stay for at least a week, Faramir.” He pulled Faramir back and wrapped both arms back around him. “Even if we have to bind you to the bed.”

Frodo giggled in spite of Faramir’s annoyed expression, “Yes. And Strider’s pretty good with a rope, so you’d best stay put.” Taking the cue from the ranger-king he opted to keep a light mood, for dealing with Faramir’s problems would not be easy. The first step was to relax him, get him to accept the situation, later they could deal with more serious issues.

Faramir’s eyebrows knitted together , not entirely sure how to handle this. It was two against one though, and he hardly seemed to have a choice in the matter. “Alright, alright.” he gave in and lay back down. Truth be told, he felt better doing so, getting up had made him feel a little dizzy. Frodo’s fingers curled against his cheek as they stroked the growing stubble.

“You need a shave.” Frodo observed, wrinkling his nose.

“And a bath.” Aragorn agreed, “We washed you a bit, but a bath will do the trick. A bath, food, and plenty of rest.”

“Can I stay here, at least?” Faramir asked softly. He eyed the door, not explaining to the other two the trepidation he felt being anywhere else and what lurked in the hallway beyond. Here at least he was safe.

“In Boromir’s room?” Frodo bit his lip. “The sheets have to be changed at least. Legolas was staying in here before you came. I…”

“Its alright. You can stay here. I’ll speak with Legolas.” Aragorn said firmly, throwing Frodo an /I’ll explain later/ expression.

Frodo’s hand wandered down Faramir’s cheek, his neck, his chest, to rest upon his stomach. The hobbit could not help himself, for he could barely believe what was happening. It took his mind entirely off of the ring, and his journey, especially the aches and pains he still endured. He looked back up at Faramir, into those sharp blue eyes. He wanted to kiss him, but remembered how easily the man had shied away before. Large hope filled eyes gazed at the young man.

Who could resist that, Faramir swallowed, trying to ignore the fact that Aragorn was practically pinning him with his arms. He parted his lips and lifted a hand to the back of Frodo’s head, stroking the thick dark curls. Gently, he eased the hobbit’s head closer so that their lips touched while the King watched. Frodo closed his eyes and let the man take control. Their tongues slid together for a brief heated moment and suddenly the contact was broken as Faramir did not let the kiss deepen. Not yet.

Sensual fingers touched his cheek and ran down his neck to his shoulder, unfamiliar ones. In the back of his mind he realized they were Aragorn’s, and he thought nothing more of it. Frodo’s tongue playing with his was enough to take his full attention, especially when his lover provoked a more intense reaction. His eyes slid closed and he let his body relax finally. Frodo kissed his lower lip, then his chin, there was a pause, and then he felt another pair of lips on his neck, gentle and soft as they teased his skin. Before he realized what was happening, he was reacting.

That had been the intention all along, Strider’s hand lifted to curl through Frodo’s hair as they exchanged an understanding look. Faramir felt the man’s arms let go from around him, easing him onto the pillows. He opened his eyes once more to look between one than the other, watching as Strider removed his shirt and settled back down on the bed again on his side. Now he knew why Frodo always called the man Strider instead of his various titles. In bed, the way he was now, that was who he was. Just a man. No one who needed anything more than what a man did. He glanced between them as Frodo smiled warmly and then looked down at Faramir, wondering if he understood what was happening.

“I love you, Faramir.” Frodo’s smile lit up the small face as he touched the wounded captain’s chin. “That’s all you need to know. Let us take care of you. Strider likes it.”

The elder man smirked and rolled his eyes. “You need do nothing you do not wish to do, Faramir. I want you to know that. I also want you to know something else. Regardless of what you might think, I do not do this solely because you remind me of Boromir, I do this because you have your own lure.”

“Do what?” he whispered, his breath coming softly as he was suddenly captured by the King’s intense gaze. He wondered then when Frodo leant his head against his shoulder and nuzzled his curls to his neck.

“This.“ Strider’s lips captured his in much the same way the hobbit’s had. He felt his body stir in further reaction as the man gently explored the warm heat of his mouth. He was even responding of his own accord, but still in the back of his mind was the wonder if it was simply from years of practice.

“Don’t think, Faramir.” Frodo implored him. “Just let it go for once, please. For your own sake.”

That wasn’t such a difft tat task because sex had been one of Faramir’s few ways of escaping the torment of his life. Unfortunately, sex wasn’t what the King and the Hobbit had in mind. Unobtrusively, a servant appeared at the door to the bathing chamber. “The bath is prepared, your highness.” he was then gone as quickly as he had appeared.

“Excellent.” Strider swung his legs off the bed. “I have seen that it is big enough for three, it seems your brother had a taste for the extravagant.”

“Boromir always did appreciate pleasure.” Faramir smiled wistfully. He rose as though to stand, but found himself restrained.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Frodo ‘s hand rested on his shoulder.

“Getting up to go to the bath?” He glanced between Frodo and Strider.

“Hmph. He hasn’t learned anything, has he?” The King smirked at the Ringbearer, who giggledowinowing full well what was about to happen. At that moment, he caught Faramir’s legs and slid an arm underneath the young man’s back. Easily, he lifted the young captain of Gondor into his arms, staggering back only slightly under his weight.


Groping so as not to fall, Faramir had no time to protest as Frodo followed them into the washroom.

**TBC**

AUTHOR’s NOTE : Sorry it took so long, this was a little bit hard because it is mostly a TLC chapter. Faramir can’t always be angsting. I’ve been very busy lately with work as usual, and far more tired than usual too. Once again, sorry for the delay.