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Many Choices
Fic Name: Minas Tirith - Legacy of the Ring Bearer.
Chapter Name: Many Choices
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 from Gandalf that he is pregnant with Frodo's child though love does not exist between them, or so the Prince of Gondor bees. es.
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. ien ien owns all the pretty men and hobbits.
ARCHIVE: Yes, but please let me know.
CHAPTER 14: Many Choices.
Aragorn eyed Frodo who stiffened at Faramir’s suggestion. It was a thing the King of Gondor had seen done in the past when there was good reason for it. He doubted that it was an option in this case, however, for the procedure itself might be more harm to Faramir than the actual birthing. He did not speak his fears, and merely regarded the young man with a slight frown.
Frodo had never even heard a thing suggested. It was completely against all Hobbit beliefs. Life was a gift, not something that you could decide, it happened. It could not be stopped. Hobbits were in fact known to have many children, for it helped one’s statu hav have more children. It showed your ‘worth’.
He had never expected to have children at all for his entire life he had known he was different. lad ladies of Hobbiton had shunned him for the most part, for he was ‘That Odd Baggins lad’, ‘a little bit of a fruitcake like his uncle, don‘t you know’. ‘Never know what kind of children would come from the likes of him’. He had only been tolerated in society because of Bilbo’s money. Never once had a maiden attempted to catch his eye, there were just too many rumors. Now by some miracle, Faramir was pregnant, with his child, and he was faced with the possibility of losing the man he loved if the child was brought into the world.
The possibility of it being Denethor’s child however, was very real, and he could not bring himself to wish that on his lover either.
Weakly, Frodo raised his head to gaze up at Faramir, a tear slipping down his wet cheek. “Faramir.” he whispered, fingers trailing up the man’s arm. “Faramir, I don’t want to lose you.”
Aragorn tilted his head and looked down at the hobbit, letting his hand slide through his own hair, his lips lifting, but not in a smile. It was a difficult situation for Frodo to face, especially so soon after being in Mordor.
As for Faramir, he was unsure of how to respond. In fact, he was worried that anything he said now might be misconstrued. He could not begin to understand how they knew about Denethor, and did not want to ask yet. He looked down at the hobbit and searched his eyes for understanding. This he did not find, what he found was love. Frodo’s love was clear, but the man was afraid that it was misguided. Frodo hardly even knew him, he had desperately needed the attention and release when they met. The young captain of Gondor was not sure of anything. He did not find answers when his gaze shifted to Aragorn’s either. “I cannot bear my father’s child. I just cannot,” he whispered. “If only there was a way to know for sure.”
“There is no way to know until the child is bornstensten to me, Faramir, this is your choice, we cannot make it for you. Think very carefully of what you want, and whatever your desire, I will arrange it. I will say this, even if the baby turns outbe abe a human child and not part hobbit you are not alone. We will care for him or her and the child will have a good life. You will not even have to see it. I can arrange for it to be sent to live far from Minas Tirith. I can also arrange for no one to know that it happened. I am the King here, Faramir. My word is law.”
“Even you cannot hide the inevitable, Aragorn,” Faramir said in doubt. “I have seen it when women are … big with child. I will not be able to hide such a thing.”
“We will tell them you are simply gaining weight.” Aragorn shrugged.
“And when it is gone?” the Steward asked.
“You went on a training exercise on suggestion from your King, who thought you needed it.” Aragorn was prepared.
Throughout the exchange Frodo clung to Faramir, leaning his head against the man’s chest and barely listening. He could not believe they were so calm during this. They were deciding the future of a child! As if it was nothing…as if it did not exist yet.
“You have it all worked out.” Faramir let his hand drift down Frodo’s back to rest just above his buttocks. His eyes were unreadable as he sighed and looked at the ceiling. “You know, it’s not that simple. I….still see my father sometimes, Aragorn. I cannotget get and just look to the future. Too much has happened, I can barely accept that I have survived let alone that I carry a child.”
“Faramir?” Frodo whispered, interrupting their words cautiously. “Do you wish that you had died instead? Is that really what you were doing when you carried out your father’s insane orders? I heard, you know. I heard what happened. You threw it all away.” his fingers trembled slightly.
Faramir sucked on his cheek and looked away. “You’re right. I did. I left Minas Tirith with every intention of being killed on the field. It did not happen, for some reason I was spared. I am not a whole man, Frodo. For a little while I could see the light that your love gave to me and it kept me going. Then when I returned to Minas Tirith, and my father confronted me, that light went out. I saw and felt nothing but despair. I know not how it is that you know about what my father did, but I am sure that you are not aware of the entirety of it. After all he has done, I doubt that I can truly love another with this to come to terms with. Were it not for my brother, I may never have learned how to feel. Boromir’s death was difficult to bear, when we met in Ithilien, I ed ced comfort and you gave it to me. You needed comfort, and I gave that to you. I wanted to escape the pain so it was easy to pretend for a while. You returned to me when I thought all hope lost, and now I find that I have no idea what to do. I cannot let go of the past nor can I see the future. Perhaps I do love you and I just do not understand it. All I know is, that losing you would hurt as much and even more than losing Boromir. If you are the father of this child, than I suppose that I do have something to live for. If you are not, than I am afraid that I truly wish for death when the childbornborn.”
Frodo did not move or make a sound during Faramir’s words. They confused him to some extend, but in other ways they made sense. He carefully went over them, trying to find their meaning. There was one thing that he heard, Faramir did not understand what love truly was, and he was not going to terminate the pregnancy. This meant that there was a possibility that he could learn. He reached up with his smaller hand and touched Faramir’s chin, then pulled his cheek slightly so that he was looking down again. Their eyes met and he did not allow the man to look away. “I know what love is, Faramir, and I will stay with you down whatever road you choose to take. I can also show you what love is, if you‘ll let me.”
Aragorn’s face lightened upon hearing the exchange. He was certain that Faramir had made a decision to have the child in spite of everything, he would send for the best healers in the land to tend the birthing. Faramir would not die, in despite his disease, Aragorn would not let him. He moved to pour some more hot water into the bath, as it was getting a little chilly.
The sudden surge in the warmth of the bath water tingled his skin causing the young man to relax as he and Frodo stared at each other. He took the small hand that touched his cheek and kissed its palm. “I will go through with this,” Faramir said carefully. “But I will not promise anything else.”
“I do not ask you to.” Frodo responded, his heart fluttering as the look in Faramir’s eyes said all that was not said. Even if his lover did not understand it, it was t. Fr. Frodo knew it and could feel it. He only had to find a way to make Faramir see it as well. “I am sorry I was jealous. Forgive me?”
“There is nothing to forgive.” Faramir leant down and nuzzled Frodo’s neck with his lips. With Frodo there, and the solid presence of Aragorn he almost felt that he -could- get through it. It was almost possible to ignore the lurking spirits he knew were only waiting until he was alone to strike again. For a brief moment he saw his brother standing by the window once more, and Boromir smiled. Then the spirit faded and it did not hurt as much as it usually did for he was not alone to bear the pain in silence and agony. In his arms was a warm and loving creature, staring up at him with everything in his heart as plain to see as if it was written there. He knew that Boromir was not gone, not yet.
The distance between their lips closed letting a kiss develop. It was no ordinary kiss, Faramir felt it within his entire body. Their tongues wound together, tasting each other slowly. Frodo’s hands slipped down his chest, passing over his nipples beneath the water. Urgent fingers hesitated only a moment before they came to their destination and boldly touched what they sought. He felt himself shift, and realized that Aragorn was moving him. His back now rested against the other man’s chest, the King’s legs on either side. Frodo was kneeling before him now, still claiming his lips.
He had no way of describing how he felt just then. Long fingers found his sensitive nipples just as smaller ones played across his shaft. He did not let himself drift this time though; he did not find that place that he always tended to go when this happened. His mind kept him in the present and when they parted for breath he opened his eyes and clearly saw Frodo’s. Behind him, he felt the hard and stiff evidence of Aragorn’s desire and in Frodo’s eyes he saw more than that. It was not just desire, not just sex and it bound him to the moment. His head was tilted and he felt Aragorn’s lips suckle upon his ear, and then find his own. The King’s skilled tongue swiftly demolished any fears or doubts.
Faramir managed to do something with his own hands caressing Frodo’s shoulders. They slipped downwards, drawing circular patterns until they found the perfect twin globes of the hobbit’s ass. A sound erupted from his lips when they were set free once more, turning into a gasp when he watched Aragorn kiss Frodo. He did not think he had ever seen anything more erotic in his entire life.
The kiss was sweet and gentle at first, then intensifying with each connection of tongues. He wetted his lips, watching intently as Aragorn dominated Frodo’s mouth, plunging his tongue into swe sweet depths of the hobbit’s lips as though he had done so a thousand times before and had a secret knowledge of every way in which to fulfill him. He hardly had time to think more on that when firm fingers began to stroke his length. Several sensations rushed through him at once for his nipples were still being teased by the King. He could not identify them piece by piece and ceased to try, letting himself be guided by his lovers, wondering what they intd.
d.
He had encountered threesomes in the past, certainly. Faramir had tried almost everything to forget what was happening to him. In this particular instance he wasn’t trying to forget anything, and that made it all the more real. His body was responding in ways it never had before. His own fingers massaged Frodo’s buttocks intently as his head fell back against Aragorn’s chest.
When man and hobbit parted, each chose one of the captain of Gondor’s ears and played tenderly with it using their tongues while continuing other activities. Aragorn whispered first in the captain’s ear.
“I think Frodo wants you,” he said huskily.
“I think Strider wants you.” Frodo’s words were almost an echo of the ranger-king’s.
Faramir’s eyes widened slightly in realization as to what they were about to attempt. “Do you…” he managed the words despite the fact that his brain was finding it difficult to form sentences.
“Yes.” /Strider/ whispered. When had his brain begun to think of Aragorn as Strider?
Frodo grinned and nibbled upon the ear he had chosen. “Yes. But let us carry you through it, Faramir. You are wounded, after all, and we must take care.” He swirled his thumb about the swollen head enticing a moan from the young man.
“What say you, Faramir?” Strider asked softly, licking underneath his ear. “You can choose not to let this happen, I will not force it upon you.”
Did he want this? Faramir tried hard to think clearly in spite of the attention to this body. Why were they doing it? He did not feel any ulterior motives, and he did not feel that either Frodo or Strider were simply attempting to satisfy their own desires and care nothing for his. Maybe if he held onto the feeling that had now captured his body long enough he could ride upon it for longer than just this moment. It would go a long way to healing his spirit.
/It’s all right, Faramir./ a soft voice whispered in headhead. /I am always with you/
This time he did not see Boromir’s spirit, though he could feel it. His brother was protecting him still, yet this time he was not a shield from pain. This time he was a guide, a guide to warmth and love.
Faramir licked his lips, and opened his mouth to answer….
“Please. I want this.”
To his great surprise, it was the truth.
**TBC**
Chapter Name: Many Choices
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 from Gandalf that he is pregnant with Frodo's child though love does not exist between them, or so the Prince of Gondor bees. es.
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. ien ien owns all the pretty men and hobbits.
ARCHIVE: Yes, but please let me know.
CHAPTER 14: Many Choices.
Aragorn eyed Frodo who stiffened at Faramir’s suggestion. It was a thing the King of Gondor had seen done in the past when there was good reason for it. He doubted that it was an option in this case, however, for the procedure itself might be more harm to Faramir than the actual birthing. He did not speak his fears, and merely regarded the young man with a slight frown.
Frodo had never even heard a thing suggested. It was completely against all Hobbit beliefs. Life was a gift, not something that you could decide, it happened. It could not be stopped. Hobbits were in fact known to have many children, for it helped one’s statu hav have more children. It showed your ‘worth’.
He had never expected to have children at all for his entire life he had known he was different. lad ladies of Hobbiton had shunned him for the most part, for he was ‘That Odd Baggins lad’, ‘a little bit of a fruitcake like his uncle, don‘t you know’. ‘Never know what kind of children would come from the likes of him’. He had only been tolerated in society because of Bilbo’s money. Never once had a maiden attempted to catch his eye, there were just too many rumors. Now by some miracle, Faramir was pregnant, with his child, and he was faced with the possibility of losing the man he loved if the child was brought into the world.
The possibility of it being Denethor’s child however, was very real, and he could not bring himself to wish that on his lover either.
Weakly, Frodo raised his head to gaze up at Faramir, a tear slipping down his wet cheek. “Faramir.” he whispered, fingers trailing up the man’s arm. “Faramir, I don’t want to lose you.”
Aragorn tilted his head and looked down at the hobbit, letting his hand slide through his own hair, his lips lifting, but not in a smile. It was a difficult situation for Frodo to face, especially so soon after being in Mordor.
As for Faramir, he was unsure of how to respond. In fact, he was worried that anything he said now might be misconstrued. He could not begin to understand how they knew about Denethor, and did not want to ask yet. He looked down at the hobbit and searched his eyes for understanding. This he did not find, what he found was love. Frodo’s love was clear, but the man was afraid that it was misguided. Frodo hardly even knew him, he had desperately needed the attention and release when they met. The young captain of Gondor was not sure of anything. He did not find answers when his gaze shifted to Aragorn’s either. “I cannot bear my father’s child. I just cannot,” he whispered. “If only there was a way to know for sure.”
“There is no way to know until the child is bornstensten to me, Faramir, this is your choice, we cannot make it for you. Think very carefully of what you want, and whatever your desire, I will arrange it. I will say this, even if the baby turns outbe abe a human child and not part hobbit you are not alone. We will care for him or her and the child will have a good life. You will not even have to see it. I can arrange for it to be sent to live far from Minas Tirith. I can also arrange for no one to know that it happened. I am the King here, Faramir. My word is law.”
“Even you cannot hide the inevitable, Aragorn,” Faramir said in doubt. “I have seen it when women are … big with child. I will not be able to hide such a thing.”
“We will tell them you are simply gaining weight.” Aragorn shrugged.
“And when it is gone?” the Steward asked.
“You went on a training exercise on suggestion from your King, who thought you needed it.” Aragorn was prepared.
Throughout the exchange Frodo clung to Faramir, leaning his head against the man’s chest and barely listening. He could not believe they were so calm during this. They were deciding the future of a child! As if it was nothing…as if it did not exist yet.
“You have it all worked out.” Faramir let his hand drift down Frodo’s back to rest just above his buttocks. His eyes were unreadable as he sighed and looked at the ceiling. “You know, it’s not that simple. I….still see my father sometimes, Aragorn. I cannotget get and just look to the future. Too much has happened, I can barely accept that I have survived let alone that I carry a child.”
“Faramir?” Frodo whispered, interrupting their words cautiously. “Do you wish that you had died instead? Is that really what you were doing when you carried out your father’s insane orders? I heard, you know. I heard what happened. You threw it all away.” his fingers trembled slightly.
Faramir sucked on his cheek and looked away. “You’re right. I did. I left Minas Tirith with every intention of being killed on the field. It did not happen, for some reason I was spared. I am not a whole man, Frodo. For a little while I could see the light that your love gave to me and it kept me going. Then when I returned to Minas Tirith, and my father confronted me, that light went out. I saw and felt nothing but despair. I know not how it is that you know about what my father did, but I am sure that you are not aware of the entirety of it. After all he has done, I doubt that I can truly love another with this to come to terms with. Were it not for my brother, I may never have learned how to feel. Boromir’s death was difficult to bear, when we met in Ithilien, I ed ced comfort and you gave it to me. You needed comfort, and I gave that to you. I wanted to escape the pain so it was easy to pretend for a while. You returned to me when I thought all hope lost, and now I find that I have no idea what to do. I cannot let go of the past nor can I see the future. Perhaps I do love you and I just do not understand it. All I know is, that losing you would hurt as much and even more than losing Boromir. If you are the father of this child, than I suppose that I do have something to live for. If you are not, than I am afraid that I truly wish for death when the childbornborn.”
Frodo did not move or make a sound during Faramir’s words. They confused him to some extend, but in other ways they made sense. He carefully went over them, trying to find their meaning. There was one thing that he heard, Faramir did not understand what love truly was, and he was not going to terminate the pregnancy. This meant that there was a possibility that he could learn. He reached up with his smaller hand and touched Faramir’s chin, then pulled his cheek slightly so that he was looking down again. Their eyes met and he did not allow the man to look away. “I know what love is, Faramir, and I will stay with you down whatever road you choose to take. I can also show you what love is, if you‘ll let me.”
Aragorn’s face lightened upon hearing the exchange. He was certain that Faramir had made a decision to have the child in spite of everything, he would send for the best healers in the land to tend the birthing. Faramir would not die, in despite his disease, Aragorn would not let him. He moved to pour some more hot water into the bath, as it was getting a little chilly.
The sudden surge in the warmth of the bath water tingled his skin causing the young man to relax as he and Frodo stared at each other. He took the small hand that touched his cheek and kissed its palm. “I will go through with this,” Faramir said carefully. “But I will not promise anything else.”
“I do not ask you to.” Frodo responded, his heart fluttering as the look in Faramir’s eyes said all that was not said. Even if his lover did not understand it, it was t. Fr. Frodo knew it and could feel it. He only had to find a way to make Faramir see it as well. “I am sorry I was jealous. Forgive me?”
“There is nothing to forgive.” Faramir leant down and nuzzled Frodo’s neck with his lips. With Frodo there, and the solid presence of Aragorn he almost felt that he -could- get through it. It was almost possible to ignore the lurking spirits he knew were only waiting until he was alone to strike again. For a brief moment he saw his brother standing by the window once more, and Boromir smiled. Then the spirit faded and it did not hurt as much as it usually did for he was not alone to bear the pain in silence and agony. In his arms was a warm and loving creature, staring up at him with everything in his heart as plain to see as if it was written there. He knew that Boromir was not gone, not yet.
The distance between their lips closed letting a kiss develop. It was no ordinary kiss, Faramir felt it within his entire body. Their tongues wound together, tasting each other slowly. Frodo’s hands slipped down his chest, passing over his nipples beneath the water. Urgent fingers hesitated only a moment before they came to their destination and boldly touched what they sought. He felt himself shift, and realized that Aragorn was moving him. His back now rested against the other man’s chest, the King’s legs on either side. Frodo was kneeling before him now, still claiming his lips.
He had no way of describing how he felt just then. Long fingers found his sensitive nipples just as smaller ones played across his shaft. He did not let himself drift this time though; he did not find that place that he always tended to go when this happened. His mind kept him in the present and when they parted for breath he opened his eyes and clearly saw Frodo’s. Behind him, he felt the hard and stiff evidence of Aragorn’s desire and in Frodo’s eyes he saw more than that. It was not just desire, not just sex and it bound him to the moment. His head was tilted and he felt Aragorn’s lips suckle upon his ear, and then find his own. The King’s skilled tongue swiftly demolished any fears or doubts.
Faramir managed to do something with his own hands caressing Frodo’s shoulders. They slipped downwards, drawing circular patterns until they found the perfect twin globes of the hobbit’s ass. A sound erupted from his lips when they were set free once more, turning into a gasp when he watched Aragorn kiss Frodo. He did not think he had ever seen anything more erotic in his entire life.
The kiss was sweet and gentle at first, then intensifying with each connection of tongues. He wetted his lips, watching intently as Aragorn dominated Frodo’s mouth, plunging his tongue into swe sweet depths of the hobbit’s lips as though he had done so a thousand times before and had a secret knowledge of every way in which to fulfill him. He hardly had time to think more on that when firm fingers began to stroke his length. Several sensations rushed through him at once for his nipples were still being teased by the King. He could not identify them piece by piece and ceased to try, letting himself be guided by his lovers, wondering what they intd.
d.
He had encountered threesomes in the past, certainly. Faramir had tried almost everything to forget what was happening to him. In this particular instance he wasn’t trying to forget anything, and that made it all the more real. His body was responding in ways it never had before. His own fingers massaged Frodo’s buttocks intently as his head fell back against Aragorn’s chest.
When man and hobbit parted, each chose one of the captain of Gondor’s ears and played tenderly with it using their tongues while continuing other activities. Aragorn whispered first in the captain’s ear.
“I think Frodo wants you,” he said huskily.
“I think Strider wants you.” Frodo’s words were almost an echo of the ranger-king’s.
Faramir’s eyes widened slightly in realization as to what they were about to attempt. “Do you…” he managed the words despite the fact that his brain was finding it difficult to form sentences.
“Yes.” /Strider/ whispered. When had his brain begun to think of Aragorn as Strider?
Frodo grinned and nibbled upon the ear he had chosen. “Yes. But let us carry you through it, Faramir. You are wounded, after all, and we must take care.” He swirled his thumb about the swollen head enticing a moan from the young man.
“What say you, Faramir?” Strider asked softly, licking underneath his ear. “You can choose not to let this happen, I will not force it upon you.”
Did he want this? Faramir tried hard to think clearly in spite of the attention to this body. Why were they doing it? He did not feel any ulterior motives, and he did not feel that either Frodo or Strider were simply attempting to satisfy their own desires and care nothing for his. Maybe if he held onto the feeling that had now captured his body long enough he could ride upon it for longer than just this moment. It would go a long way to healing his spirit.
/It’s all right, Faramir./ a soft voice whispered in headhead. /I am always with you/
This time he did not see Boromir’s spirit, though he could feel it. His brother was protecting him still, yet this time he was not a shield from pain. This time he was a guide, a guide to warmth and love.
Faramir licked his lips, and opened his mouth to answer….
“Please. I want this.”
To his great surprise, it was the truth.
**TBC**