Minas Tirith - Legacy of the Ring Bearer

Fic Name: Minas Tirith - Legacy of the Ring Bearer.
Chapter Name: An Unwelcome Vision.
Pairing: Faramir/Boromir, Faramir/Frodo, Faramir/Aragorn, Aragorn/Frodo, Denethor/Faramir (Implied), Faramir/Frodo/Aragorn.
Rating: NC17
Beta: HEL! Thank-you.:)
Timeline: During the War of the Ring, in the final days and the year afterwards.
Synopsis: Faramir learns Gan 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.
WARNING : A very serious issue will be dealt with in the next coming chapters. The author is not presenting personel views, she is simply telling a story.

CHAPTER 13: An Unwelcome Vision

Faramir shook his head when he looked at the warm water in the large tub. It was big enough for at least four. His brother had certainly liked his pleasures. He on the other hand, had made due with the communal bathing chamber. “Aragorn…you cannot put me in there.” he said, panic edging his voice as he attempted to struggle from the King’s grip, remembering the words of his healers from many years ago.

“Why not?” Frodo asked the question, his large blue eyes growing wide as he attempted to figure out what was going on in his lover’s mind.

“Do not worry, the bandages will hold and the stitching will not break open, Faramir.” The king said gently. “You fear comfort too much, my friend.”

He closed his eyes and practically held his breath. Clothing was removed and he held himself placidly in the other’s arms. He felt the water touch his skin, and that was when he let his breath out. Id thd the bandages did hold as he was easily lowered. The warm water soothed his many aches and he felt two pairs of hands begin to wash his body. He drifted in bliss, saying nothing, nor did he open his eyes. They remained closed.

“Hush.” Aragorn’s soft voice cautioned the hobbit, who had been about to say something. “I believe his feet need attention.”

“I do not deserve it.” Faramir murmured as the King’s steady fingers pulled his hair aside and began to slowly massage his shoulders.

“You deserve it all and more.” the elder man assured him.

Sensual fingergan gan to intently massage his feet, lacing through his toes and sliding around his heel. He heard a soft voice in his ear, a much-missed voice.

~He’s right you know, you do deserve it. Enjoy it, Brother, Its good to see you smile.~

“Boromir…” Faramir’s lips spread into a smile and opened his eyes. Aragorn and Frodo seemed to fade into the background when he saw his brother,ndinnding naked by the window, steam rising from the bath about him.

“What?” Frodo eyed Faramir, glancing over to where he was looking, but saw no one. He was about to speak more when Aragorn shook his head.

“He cannot hear us.” The King whispered, “Just keep massaging. I’ve heard that this happens to him. He is like his mother, he sees…spirits…dreams.”

“Sprits?” Frodo looked once again at the window that Faramir was staring at. He didn’t understand, and he was certain he ’t l’t like it.

~Aragorn has you in the one place I’d always dreamed of finding you, little brother.~ Boromir stepped moved closer and stepped into the water. ~How are you feeling?~

“Wonderful now that you’re h and and we never did get past your bed.” Faramir giggled, causing Frodo to blush for he knew something of the younger man’s relationship with his brother, but not everything. He saw Aragorn lean down and kiss the side of Faramir’s neck, pointedly ignoring the words and the fact that the water had become slightly cooler.

~Nay, but not without lack of wishing.~ Boromir’s smile widened as he witnessed Aragorn’s lips caress his brother’s neck. ~Let them care for you, I want to watch, to see their hands take you to places I cannot.~

Faramir blinked slightly, gradually associating both worlds into one as he found Frodo’s worried gaze. In fact, it was more than worry. Frodo felt as though Faramir had detached himself, had gone to a place he could not go. Did the man he loved even care about him at all? Spirits. Frodo shivered slightly, not liking the idea of Boromir being there and remembering their last encounter vividly. He could not fall as easily into this as Strider seemed to. Strider after all, had been in love with Boromir. He held his lovers feet, a thousand questions burning in his mind. Was he really fathfather of Faramir’s baby? Or was it Boromir? Faramir’s symptoms seemed to come awfully quickly. Was that why Faramir was so quick to run away from him? What if Gandalf had made a mistake? He did not think he could even stomach the idea of Boromir and Faramir, of Faramir loving his brother more than he did…Frodo. Jealousy crept up within his heart though he tried to push it away. It wasn’t that he minded the fact that they were brothers, it was just that…that Faramir was…his. Wasn’t he?

“Frodo?” Strider nudged him with his foot, causing the hobbit to start. Frodo half smiled, working his hands up Faramir’s now, trying hard not to think, but failing utterly.

Frodo sucked on his cheek, that was just it though, Faramir wasn’t his. They had not had that much time together, and the young captain of Gondor had had a lifetime of others. He’d been in love with Boromir far longer. Could it be possible that the baby was Boromir’s?

~Faramir.~ Boromir said softly, ~Frodo needs your attention, not me.~

Faramir dragged his gaze from his brother to stare at the hobbit. “Frodo?” he could see the hurt in his lover’s eyes and could not imagine why it was there. “What is it?” He reached forward, but Frodo batted his hand away and moved to stand as if he meant to get out of the tub.

“I’ll leave you alone, if that’s what you want.” His voice hitched slightly as he tried to hold back the tears that were now threatening to fall.

Faramir caught the hobbit’s hand, looking up to see the pain that -he- had caused. He glanced back at Aragorn, confused in mind, as he could not imagine how he could have caused such pain.

“Frodo, come here and sit down.” Strider said, sighing.

“What did I say?” Faramir stroked the hobbit’s hand as it trembled in his.

“Will he always show up?” Frodo asked, biting his bottom lip.

“Who?” Faramir glanced to the King for help. Strider was now leaning against the side of the tub, flicking his fingers in the water and did not seem that he was going to help at the moment.

“Boromir.” Frodo said angrily, suddenly letting the name come out. “I can never be Boromir. If that’s what you need, than maybe it’s better that I should go back to the Shire!” He almost shouted, all he could think about was how Faramir’s face had looked when he was seeing the Spirit of his brother. He clenched a fist. “How do I know if that is really my child, anyway?” The last words were spoken far more harshly than he had meant, and he regretted them the minute they had come out of his mouth.

The silence that accompanied that question was long. “I…” Faramir could not figure out what to say. “You’re right. There are a number of people who could be the father,” he finally admitted. “I suppose that is why it frightens me so much, and that is why I run away.”

“Faramir, I’m sorry…I did not mean it like that.” Frodo sighed.

“No…no I don’t blame you.” theng mng man sighed. “I don’t know how to explain some of the things that happened to me. A lot of people might tell you I am crazy.” He glanced from Aragorn to Frodo. “The child… Gandalf said it was more likely to be yours than anyone else’s, and you do not know how much I hope that it is your son or daughter. Because… because the alternative is not…”

Strider reached out to touch Faramir’s shoulder in encouragement.

“The timing is not right for the child to be Boromir’s, Frodo.” Faramir said softly, his voice very quiet, almost as though he expected that it would be overheard. “It is either yours…or….”

“Denethor’s.” Aragorn supplied, knowing that the young man could never get the name out. “We know about your father, Faramir. We know what he did to you. “

Frodo bit his bottom lip nervously as he gazed at Faramir. Softly, the gathered tears began to slide down his cheeks as he crawled into the young man’s arms. All the rage dissipated at that news, for he could not imagine how something like that would feel.

“Not everything…nobody knows everything that happened.” Faramir shivered. “I have to trust in Gandalf, Aragorn. Otherwise, I’ll go completely mad. I cannot bear my father’s child, much less bear a child at all. There’s more…when it comes to it. When it comes to it they will have to cut into me to get to it, that will be the only hope they have, for I am not a woman, it will not come out the usual way. And the thing is, Frodo. When I am cut, I bleed…more than most do. It is often difficult to stop the flow of blood without the right attention. It’s always been like this, since I was a small child.”

“I don’t understand…” Frodo nuzzled against Faramir’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so upset. “ He should never have been like that, Faramir had been through a lot, and he should not be jealous of Boromir.

“Frodo, Faramir has a disease.” Aragorn stroked the hobbit’s curls gently. “That is what he is trying to say. The healers told me about it. It’s amazing he is still alive now. When he bleeds, it does not stop. There are ways to halt it enough so that the wound heals, and those ways have been used on his current ones. Those who know him know how to administer the treatment, but it only works for small things. He will lose a lot of blood when the child comes, a lot of blood. Between now and then I have to figure out a way to put more into him at the time or he will die.”

Frodo’s eyes opened wide from that revelation. “No…no….” he shook his head. “No, I didn’t take that damn ring all the way through Mordor for this … no. Strider, you have to find the way to do it. Faramir… Please. “ The sobs began in earnest as he clutched the young man, so tightly it almost hurt.

“Frodo…” Faramir said softly, “Oh, Frodo.”

Strider’s hand ran down from the hobbit’s curls to rub his back. “There is time to think of a solution, Frodo.”

“There is a solution.” Faramir said quietly, his face becoming quite pale. “We could terminate the pregnancy.”

**TO BE CONTINUED**