Possession

Possession

Chapter 18
Author: Frosty the Micro Machine
Rated: NC-17
Codes: Aragorn, Elrond, Faramir, Eowyn, Legolas, OC, AU, N/C, Oral, Anal, M/F, M/M/F, character deaths
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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Blood seeped into the rugs, staining them beyond repair. A white sheet covered the body that lay upon the floor. Soldiers and healers filled the room, pacing and examining. Captain Faramir crossed his arms and looked from the strained expressions of the guards to the pale, sickened face of the elf sitting in a chair on the far side of the room. Legolas' eyes had turned dark. He was shaken, that much was obvious. Faramir pursed his lips, thinking of how the elf had nearly collided into him in the hall only hours earlier.

"There is no weapon." One of the guards leaned in close to the Captain and asked, "What should we do?"

"Search every residence in Minas Tirith. We will find the person responsible for this." Faramir grabbed the guard's arm as he turned away. "Begin in the guestrooms."

The soldier nodded and departed with several others. Eyeing the elf, Faramir walked towards him and took a seat beside him, then sighed heavily. "We will find who did this."

Legolas looked up at him, his face conflicted. He watched the Captain for several moments before saying, "The rule of Gondor now falls to you, does it not?"

Faramir raised an eyebrow. "I suppose it does."

The elf looked away, staring down at the covered form of Aragorn. "There is more to this than simple murder."

"What do you mean?"

"I can feel the darkness suffocating this land. There is more coming. You will not find a murderer and have all suffering end. This is not finished." Legolas tore his eyes away from Aragorn.

"You speak as though you know more than you lead on." Faramir smiled and regarded the elf thoughtfully. "How did you come to find the King's body, if I may ask?"

Legolas tilted his head to look at the Captain of Gondor. His eyes were searching, and after a short moment he returned Faramir's smile. "We were to dine. Why were you on your way to visit him?"

The elf was no fool. "There was business to discuss. Business that is meant for certain ears only."

"What is happening here, Faramir?" asked Legolas, his eyes never betraying his ability to see through the lies of Men.

The Captain replied without hesitancy. "Things beyond your understanding."

"Beyond my understanding, but not above my involvement?" He smirked and looked to the door of Aragorn's room. Two guards stood near it. "You will fail in this."

"We will see."

The door opened. A guard entered, the same one Faramir had sent away. He carried something. "My lord," he said, his eyes wide, "I must speak with you."

The Captain glanced at the elf before standing and moving to a far corner with the guard. He was ever-aware of Legolas' gaze upon them. "What is it?"

"We found this in the elf's room." The guard held out a dagger stained with dried blood.

Faramir narrowed his eyes and took the blade. "This belonged to the King." He looked up at the solider and ordered, "Take the elf to the dungeons. Be careful. He is clever and strong."

The guard nodded, moving away to the others. Faramir watched as they approached Legolas, speaking with him. When the elf stood, he met the Captain's eyes for a short moment before walking with the soldiers out the door.

Faramir looked down at the body of Aragorn and smiled. "Luthor," he called to one of the guards, "Take this to the vaults." He handed the blade to the guard, then moved to the healer who stood silently at the edge of the room. "Brenar."

The healer looked up, his face pale. "Yes, my lord?"

He touched his shoulder. "Are you alright?"

"Never in my long life have I witnessed such things, my lord," he replied, shaking his head, "All this death, and no war to speak of."

"Yes, it is...unpleasant." He took a deep breath and added, "We have found the murder weapon. It is our belief the elf visiotr killed the King."

The healer's eyes went wide. "The elf? Impossible."

"Why?" asked Faramir, his eyes narrowed.

"Why would an elf do such a thing?"

Faramir exhaled heavily and smiled, shaking his head. "I do not know myself, Brenar. It is unthinkable. However, the weapon was found in his rooms. Perhaps evil has spread through the elf realms and we were unaware. It is possible."

"Yes, my lord, I suppose it is." He looked down at the body of Aragorn. "He was a good King."

"A good King and a good friend." Faramir looked up at the healer. "Take the body and prepare him for burial. I want this completed quickly, so the city may mourn."

The healer nodded. Faramir took his leave, heading to the dungeons.

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