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Before I Come Undone
Title: Call My Name – chapter2/?
Author: Rainien (Rainien@hotmail.com)
Pairings: Eomer/Faramir
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing them from The Professor. Song lyrics: “Bring Me To Life” by Evanescence
Summary: They say the hands of a King are the hands of a healer. Can Eomer save the one he thought he’d left behind?
Warnings: None, this chapter
Feedback: Please?
Website: http://www.geocities.com/rainien1
Author’s Note: I know this one is a little short, but this seemed a good place to start. The next one should be longer.
Chapter 2 – Before I come undone
Eomer’s POV
As I approached the bed where Faramir lay, I still wasn’t convinced that Aragorn was right. How could I possibly be able to help him? But I must try, I knew.
Not bothering with the chair beside the bed, I sat on the edge of the bed instead, taking Faramir’s hand in both of mine. So cold. His hand felt so very cold. Rubbing his hand in mine, I called softly to him. “Faramir, come back to us. Please, do not linger in the cold and dark. Come back and smile at me, please, one more time.”
His brow furrowed even more and I wondered what could be tormenting him so. Leaning closer, I spoke again. “What thoughts torture you, Faramir? Can you tell me?”
Listening carefully, I finally began to understand parts of his ramblings.
“…brother…Boromir…dead…father…failed father…always fail…should have been me…”
“Oh, no, Faramir,” I told him. “Never believe that you should have died in his place. Please, Faramir, open your eyes.”
“…no King…line broken…city…burns…falls… Men…dead…no King…”
“Faramir! There *will* be a King. Your city still stands and even, now, the fires are being put out. Please, Faramir, the King will need your help! Please believe me.”
“…he is dead…”
“No, Faramir. He’s not dead. He is here. Your King has returned! He called to you only a moment ago.”
“…dead…my love is dead…”
“Who is it, Faramir? Who is dead?”
“…my love…Eomer…dead…”
Pulling away slightly, I looked at him in shock. “Oh, Faramir,” I said, feeling sadness well up inside my heart, “you did not keep your promise.” Pausing for a moment, I realized something else. “But then again, neither did I, for a time.”
Memories of that one t cat came flooding back to me. We had each made a promise once. The promises were our parting gifts to each other. At that time, a promise was all we could give. So much had already happened, and so much was still uncertain. In all truth, I thought, we never should have even met.
“Faramir…”
Faramir’s POV
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I’ve become
It was so dark, as if all the light had been devoured by the voice of the Nazgul. When the other voice spoke, I at first thought, perhaps, that I had finally gone insane. How else could I have heard two voices? There was the cold, terrifying voice of the Nazgul. That voice, I knew – all too well. Over and over it continued its litany of doom and hopelessness. The other voice was achingly familiar. It called my name, asking that I open my eyes. Open them to what, I thought. Open my eyes to a world where everything NazgNazgul said was true? Better that I let the darkness take me.
But that other voice was there, calling my name, disputing the supposed truths of the Nazgul.
“Never believe that you should have died in his place,” the familiar voice said to me.
Laughing. The Nazgul is laughing at me. “You KNOW you should have died in his place! You are a failure. You always have been. Your father always knew it. Now you know it too. You have always known it.”
“Your city still stands and even, now, the fires are being put out. Please, Faramir, the King will need your help!”
The King? Here? A sudden blast of cold slammed through me, as if the Nazgul himself, and not just his voice, were inside my head. I could nearly feel him breathing his cruelty into my mind. “There is NO King. The world of Men is OVER!”
“Your King has returned!”
“That fool is no King! The line was broken ages ago. No King for the race of Men!” More laughter. “If they think some whelp of a Ranger can lead them, let them see their folly. They will soon learn the uselessness of putting an imposter on the throne!”
“Who is dead?”
“Your love is DEAD! He died by my own hand, begging like a coward to be spared. Even now countless creatures feast upon his flesh.”
Visions came to my eyes of my love lying upon the field, bloodied and slain.
“Oh, Faramir! You did not keep your promise.”
My promise? Not even my brother had known of that long-ago promise. I had buried it deep within my heart, holding to it, trying to live up to it. And I had; or, at least, I had tried. Only one other could have known of that promise. But he was dead, wasn’t he?
Please, my mind screamed, please let it be him. Let him be alive. If he was alive, then some of what the Nazgul said could also be a lie. Please…let him call my name. Just once more, let him call my name so that I could know for certain.
“Faramir…”
TBC
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Feedback *much* appreciated.
Author: Rainien (Rainien@hotmail.com)
Pairings: Eomer/Faramir
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing them from The Professor. Song lyrics: “Bring Me To Life” by Evanescence
Summary: They say the hands of a King are the hands of a healer. Can Eomer save the one he thought he’d left behind?
Warnings: None, this chapter
Feedback: Please?
Website: http://www.geocities.com/rainien1
Author’s Note: I know this one is a little short, but this seemed a good place to start. The next one should be longer.
Chapter 2 – Before I come undone
Eomer’s POV
As I approached the bed where Faramir lay, I still wasn’t convinced that Aragorn was right. How could I possibly be able to help him? But I must try, I knew.
Not bothering with the chair beside the bed, I sat on the edge of the bed instead, taking Faramir’s hand in both of mine. So cold. His hand felt so very cold. Rubbing his hand in mine, I called softly to him. “Faramir, come back to us. Please, do not linger in the cold and dark. Come back and smile at me, please, one more time.”
His brow furrowed even more and I wondered what could be tormenting him so. Leaning closer, I spoke again. “What thoughts torture you, Faramir? Can you tell me?”
Listening carefully, I finally began to understand parts of his ramblings.
“…brother…Boromir…dead…father…failed father…always fail…should have been me…”
“Oh, no, Faramir,” I told him. “Never believe that you should have died in his place. Please, Faramir, open your eyes.”
“…no King…line broken…city…burns…falls… Men…dead…no King…”
“Faramir! There *will* be a King. Your city still stands and even, now, the fires are being put out. Please, Faramir, the King will need your help! Please believe me.”
“…he is dead…”
“No, Faramir. He’s not dead. He is here. Your King has returned! He called to you only a moment ago.”
“…dead…my love is dead…”
“Who is it, Faramir? Who is dead?”
“…my love…Eomer…dead…”
Pulling away slightly, I looked at him in shock. “Oh, Faramir,” I said, feeling sadness well up inside my heart, “you did not keep your promise.” Pausing for a moment, I realized something else. “But then again, neither did I, for a time.”
Memories of that one t cat came flooding back to me. We had each made a promise once. The promises were our parting gifts to each other. At that time, a promise was all we could give. So much had already happened, and so much was still uncertain. In all truth, I thought, we never should have even met.
“Faramir…”
Faramir’s POV
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I’ve become
It was so dark, as if all the light had been devoured by the voice of the Nazgul. When the other voice spoke, I at first thought, perhaps, that I had finally gone insane. How else could I have heard two voices? There was the cold, terrifying voice of the Nazgul. That voice, I knew – all too well. Over and over it continued its litany of doom and hopelessness. The other voice was achingly familiar. It called my name, asking that I open my eyes. Open them to what, I thought. Open my eyes to a world where everything NazgNazgul said was true? Better that I let the darkness take me.
But that other voice was there, calling my name, disputing the supposed truths of the Nazgul.
“Never believe that you should have died in his place,” the familiar voice said to me.
Laughing. The Nazgul is laughing at me. “You KNOW you should have died in his place! You are a failure. You always have been. Your father always knew it. Now you know it too. You have always known it.”
“Your city still stands and even, now, the fires are being put out. Please, Faramir, the King will need your help!”
The King? Here? A sudden blast of cold slammed through me, as if the Nazgul himself, and not just his voice, were inside my head. I could nearly feel him breathing his cruelty into my mind. “There is NO King. The world of Men is OVER!”
“Your King has returned!”
“That fool is no King! The line was broken ages ago. No King for the race of Men!” More laughter. “If they think some whelp of a Ranger can lead them, let them see their folly. They will soon learn the uselessness of putting an imposter on the throne!”
“Who is dead?”
“Your love is DEAD! He died by my own hand, begging like a coward to be spared. Even now countless creatures feast upon his flesh.”
Visions came to my eyes of my love lying upon the field, bloodied and slain.
“Oh, Faramir! You did not keep your promise.”
My promise? Not even my brother had known of that long-ago promise. I had buried it deep within my heart, holding to it, trying to live up to it. And I had; or, at least, I had tried. Only one other could have known of that promise. But he was dead, wasn’t he?
Please, my mind screamed, please let it be him. Let him be alive. If he was alive, then some of what the Nazgul said could also be a lie. Please…let him call my name. Just once more, let him call my name so that I could know for certain.
“Faramir…”
TBC
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Feedback *much* appreciated.