Things Forbidden

Things Forbidden

Chapter 2
Author: Frosty the Squib
Codes: Boromir, Aragorn, Elrond, Faramir, Haldir, Legolas, OC, AU
Rated: NC-17
Summary: The coalition of Men and Elves against Sauron causes akneskness which the Dark Lord exploits.
Author's Notes: Please review. It really does more than just make my day. And besides, I'm trying something a little different with this fic. I'm broadening my horizons, in a manner of speaking. See if you can figure out what I mean.

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Sitting upon a barstool with a drink in hand, Captain Faramir rubbed his tired eyes and stared out the foggy window. The time was late and he knew he should be in bed, but sleep was lost to him. While the world outside had been kept safe and sound, personal misery had invaded the walls of Minas Tirith. Rohan had called to the princess that it missed, and she had answered. Not a day went by that he didn't wish she was still with him, but he did not belong in Eomer's city. Gondor was his home, and Eowyn belonged to Rohan.

Tossing back the rest of the alcohol, Faramir exhaled loudly and set down the glass, tired of staring at the darkening night. It had been months since she left, yet here he was, still wallowing in the bitterness. He stood up and, not for the first time, promised himself he would end the suffering. It was time he moved on.

The night air was cool and brisk against his warm skin as he walked slowly along the cobblestone street. Most of Minas Tirith was asleep, save for the odd drunk or couple hiding in the dark pathways between buildings. He missed that, having someone to share a love with. He missed having someone to touch.

"You look lost." Faramir stopped at the melodic voice and turned, peering into the shadows. The form of a young woman stepped out, someone he did not know. A hood shaded her features from his view.

Curious, the Steward titled his head. "If you mean that in the literal sense, I can assure you I am not."

She stepped forward, but maintained her distance. A sliver of moonlight illuminated her eyes, bright ones that sparkled like the stars. Feeling drawn to her, thinking perhaps the alcohol was accentuating his need, he slowly approached.

She didn't move away from him, instead smiling as he looked her over. "I'm sure you know your way around your city, Steward. I merely thought you looked a little...lonely."

"Are you offering to cure that loneliness?" Faramir stopped and smiled, now able to make out her features. They were pale, save for the ruby of her lips and the darkness of her eyes. Dark hair tumbled from beneath her hood.

"That depends on what that would entail." Arching an eyebrow, she moved her gaze down his form, then up again. "And what I would get in return."

Swallowing heavily, Faramir knew that he would not be able to hold back. Moving towards her, he pushed her gently by the shoulders until she stepped back and into the wall of a stone building. "Ladies such as yourself should know better than to tease," he said darkly, curling a lock of hair around his finger.

Slender fingers slid up into his shirt, gripping the belt that held his pants. "I never tease, my lord."

As his blue eyes ran her over, he narrowed them sharply and asked, "Do I know you?"

"Not yet," she breathed, "But you will."

When her hand brushed downward, smoothing over his growing interest, he could hold back no longer. Faramir attacked her lips with his own, sucking hungrily at the fullness. She was just as eager, sending her tongue past his lips and caressing deeply, stealing the breath from his body.

Pulling back and gasping for air, Faramir lowered the hood that covered her. Long, dark locks and the moon's white light made her eyes appear wide and lustful. "Into the alley," he breathed, taking her arm and pulling her between two buildings, effectively hiding them from anyone passing. Even in the shadows, her gaze still penetrated him.

"Let me please you, Steward," she said, her voice quiet. Faramir ran his hands through her hair as she carefully undid the ties of his pants. As he pulled his fingers through the strands, she suddenly grabbed his hand, removing it from her hair.

He watched with wide, shining eyes as she smiled and sank downward. Closing his eyes at the feeling, Faramir touched a hand to the top of her head and exhaled sharply as she took him in her mouth. As her tongue slipped around his flesh, he moaned deeply and pushed her head closer to him. Her warm hand slid up and down his erection as she used her mouth to suck heavily near the tip. Groaning and moving his hips upward, Faramir began to use her mouth to pleasure him even more, moving quickly toward his climax.

"Good girl," he breathed hoarsely as she welcomed his thrusts and tightened her hand around the base of his penis. She could tell he was close as his legs began to tremble. Within seconds he cried out in bliss, shoving forward and filling her with his juices. Without missing a beat, she took everything and then licked her lips, looking up at him with a sly expression.

"Are you happy, my lord?" she asked, smiling and rising to her feet.

Faramir huffed out a short laugh. "You could say that," he replied, stepping forward and caging her to the wall. "And what about you, my dear? What would you like in repayment?"

He was very close to her, his breath hot upon her face. Touching his shirt, she leaned in to his ear and breathed, "I would like to be introduced to yorothrother."

Laughter echoed in her ears as she pulled back. "My brother?" repeated Faramir, still grinning. When she nodded, his smile faded and his expression turned confused. "Are you serious?"

"Yes." With a frown, she added, "Did I not please you well enough to warrant such an introduction?"

He stared at her for several seconds before lowering his head and shaking it. "Ah, the irony," he said before looking back up at her and stepping away. With pursed lips he did up his pants and smiled politely. "If it is my brother you wish to meet, I would be more than happy to introduce you."

"Thank you, my lord."

Narrowing his eyes, he raised an eyebrow and said, "Why is it I feel as though I've been played?"

Widening her eyes, she shook her head. "Oh, that was not my intention. I offered you my company because I felt you needed it, not because I wished to meet Lord Boromir. I would have requested the meeting whether I tasted you or not."

"You are quite unlike anyone I've ever met," he replied, knitting his brow, "And it occurs to me I don't even know your name."

"Valaina, my lord," she saiowinowing her head.

"Valaina. That is an elvish name."

She smiled. "It is indeed."

Raising his hand, Faramir brushed her hair back behind her ear. His expression turned surprised at what he saw. "You're an elf."

She tilted her head slightly. "Does that bother you?"

Feeling suddenly uneasy, he removed his hand and stepped back. "No." She watched him with steady, unblinking eyes and Faramir found himself gazing out at the moonlight street only metres away. "I cannot introduce you to Boromir tonight. It will have to wait until tomorrow." Looking back at her, he wondered what she wanted with his brother.

"That will be fine. I will come see you tomorrow." Without waiting for him to respond, Valaina smiled and ducked out into the street. "Goodnight, my lord," she said, pulling the hood back over her head. When she walked away and was no longer in his vision, Faramir closed his eyes and leaned back against the cool, stone wall. At that moment, he felt no more found than he had before their meeting.

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