Minas Tirith - Legacy of the Ring Bearer
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Adult ++
Chapters:
20
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What was lost now found
Fic Name: Minas Tirith - Legacy of the Ring Bearer.
Chapter Name: What was lost, now found
Pairing: Faramir/Boromir, Faramir/Frodo, Faramir/Aragorn, Aragorn/Frodo, Faramir/Denethor
Rating: NC17
Beta: No more betas.
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 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.
Chapter 20 "What was lost, now found"
Frodo got to the end of the staircase from sheer force of will. He could not believe that he had actually managed to come this far down without panicking. He had believed that he left adventure behind him after the ring was destroyed, but clearly this was not the case.
He glanced back to make sure that Sam was there and breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness for that. That was the one thing he could count on. Faramir, Faramir why? He loved the man. He truly did. Why did he act this way? It was as if he believed that his entire purpose in life was to suffer. Perhaps something ingrained from his upbringing. Denethor…Frodo cursed the man.
“Easy, Mr. Frodo, watch that step, it does not look safe.”
Sam’s voice kept him focused on the task and he listened carefully in the darkness. Listened for something, anything.
***
Faramir lay where he had been left, barely able to breathe. The guards fingers had been like ice, and yet he knew who had really touched him. He shivered, aching in many places now. How was he going to deal with this? It was almost impossible. He wanted to move, but he was afraid. He -had- to move. He had no choice.
The young man weakly struggled to get off the bed, nearly collapsing in pain as his legs shook. He was not up on his feet for more than a few seconds until he realized he could not stand any longer. He collapsed back on the bed, cringing in pain. His right leg…a strain? Sprain? It did not feel broken, but he certainly could not walk on it. His other leg felt numb.
He was clearly trapped now, for there was no way he could get to the door.
***
Frodo and Sam walked gingerly down the long corridor, apprehension growing with each step they took.
“Something does not smell right down here, Mr. Frodo.” Sam mentioned, “Blood…death.”
“I think these used to be the Minas Tirith Dungeons.” Frodo laid a hand on the wall and looked down one sad corridor. A series of cells. Where could Faramir be? He could be anywhere in this maze. Did he dare risk shouting? Who else was down here?
Could two hobbits stop a man? Several men?
They had stopped Sauron.
Frodo clenched his fists, then suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs. “FARAMIR!” he did not care anymore. He would find his lover.
***
Faramir’s eyes widened, he could have sworn. No, he was hearing things. Then…there it was again. And again. He gazed at his cell door half expecting it to be burst open and the guard drag him away. But nothing happened. How was it that they could not hear the hobbit’s voice?
His voice was too hoarse to shout, so he grabbed the table that was by his bed and used all his strength to fling it against the wall.
***
A weak crash echoed down towards them. It had to be! Frodo grabbed Sam’s arm and began to run in the direction of the crash. They flung open cell doors until they found one that was locked. Frodo hammered on the door. “Faramir!” He could not hear anything from inside, but this had to be it. “Sam, keep an eye out!”
He growled angrily as the door would not budge. “Faramir! I’m here. I’m going to get you out of there!” He called.
He glanced around furiously for something to smash the iron door open with and saw a large stone slab. It would have to do. “Sam, help me with this.”
Between the two of them, they lifted the stone and hurled it at the door, ducking back and out of the way as it connected. The door burst into splinters and Frodo dashed into the room, Sam on his heels brandishing a dagger.
The room was empty, but there was another door farther in. “Faramir!”
Frodo rushed to the other door and slid the bolt free. Sam observed that it looked as if someone had been living down here. The halfling threw the door open and gave a choked sob of relief. There on the bed, Faramir lay exhausted. The strain of throwing the table and nearly undone him. “Faramir!” The hobbit dashed over and crawled up on the bed and flung his arms around his lover who stared stunned.
“Don’t…don’t you ever scare me like that again!” Frodo said, touching Faramir’s face, running his fingers up and down his neck.
“Frodo…” Faramir said hoarsely, hardly believing he was here. “I can’t move.” he barely had the strength to hug the hobbit and clutched at him as the guard loomed behind Sam. “Sam, watch out!”
Sam was a quick witted hobbit and easily ducked as the guard swung at him. He held the dagger valiantly, protecting his master and Faramir. Wildly the Guard fought, and nearly succeeded in pinning the hobbit, until they were no longer alone in the room. Aragorn let out a mighty shout and fell upon the guard, Legolas at his heels.
Frodo clung to Faramir, watching as Aragorn beat the guard senseless and finally knocked him out. “Legolas, see if there is anyone else down here!”
The King moved quickly to the bed to examine the younger man, “Faramir! Are you alright?”
“He can’t walk.” Frodo said, still clutching his lover.
“We’ll find out what happened later, lets just get him out of here. I’ll carry him.”
Weakly, Faramir allowed himself to be moved and lifted into Aragorn’s arms. Frodo stood close by and they soon began to move back up the stairs and to the light again. He could not help but feel that there was something surreal in all of this. That his father’s spirit had not been defeated, and that was not the last he would see of Denethor. Could he even tell anyone what had happened? No…no…
He buried his face against Aragorn’s shirt and trembled.
**To Be Continued***
Chapter Name: What was lost, now found
Pairing: Faramir/Boromir, Faramir/Frodo, Faramir/Aragorn, Aragorn/Frodo, Faramir/Denethor
Rating: NC17
Beta: No more betas.
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 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.
Chapter 20 "What was lost, now found"
Frodo got to the end of the staircase from sheer force of will. He could not believe that he had actually managed to come this far down without panicking. He had believed that he left adventure behind him after the ring was destroyed, but clearly this was not the case.
He glanced back to make sure that Sam was there and breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness for that. That was the one thing he could count on. Faramir, Faramir why? He loved the man. He truly did. Why did he act this way? It was as if he believed that his entire purpose in life was to suffer. Perhaps something ingrained from his upbringing. Denethor…Frodo cursed the man.
“Easy, Mr. Frodo, watch that step, it does not look safe.”
Sam’s voice kept him focused on the task and he listened carefully in the darkness. Listened for something, anything.
***
Faramir lay where he had been left, barely able to breathe. The guards fingers had been like ice, and yet he knew who had really touched him. He shivered, aching in many places now. How was he going to deal with this? It was almost impossible. He wanted to move, but he was afraid. He -had- to move. He had no choice.
The young man weakly struggled to get off the bed, nearly collapsing in pain as his legs shook. He was not up on his feet for more than a few seconds until he realized he could not stand any longer. He collapsed back on the bed, cringing in pain. His right leg…a strain? Sprain? It did not feel broken, but he certainly could not walk on it. His other leg felt numb.
He was clearly trapped now, for there was no way he could get to the door.
***
Frodo and Sam walked gingerly down the long corridor, apprehension growing with each step they took.
“Something does not smell right down here, Mr. Frodo.” Sam mentioned, “Blood…death.”
“I think these used to be the Minas Tirith Dungeons.” Frodo laid a hand on the wall and looked down one sad corridor. A series of cells. Where could Faramir be? He could be anywhere in this maze. Did he dare risk shouting? Who else was down here?
Could two hobbits stop a man? Several men?
They had stopped Sauron.
Frodo clenched his fists, then suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs. “FARAMIR!” he did not care anymore. He would find his lover.
***
Faramir’s eyes widened, he could have sworn. No, he was hearing things. Then…there it was again. And again. He gazed at his cell door half expecting it to be burst open and the guard drag him away. But nothing happened. How was it that they could not hear the hobbit’s voice?
His voice was too hoarse to shout, so he grabbed the table that was by his bed and used all his strength to fling it against the wall.
***
A weak crash echoed down towards them. It had to be! Frodo grabbed Sam’s arm and began to run in the direction of the crash. They flung open cell doors until they found one that was locked. Frodo hammered on the door. “Faramir!” He could not hear anything from inside, but this had to be it. “Sam, keep an eye out!”
He growled angrily as the door would not budge. “Faramir! I’m here. I’m going to get you out of there!” He called.
He glanced around furiously for something to smash the iron door open with and saw a large stone slab. It would have to do. “Sam, help me with this.”
Between the two of them, they lifted the stone and hurled it at the door, ducking back and out of the way as it connected. The door burst into splinters and Frodo dashed into the room, Sam on his heels brandishing a dagger.
The room was empty, but there was another door farther in. “Faramir!”
Frodo rushed to the other door and slid the bolt free. Sam observed that it looked as if someone had been living down here. The halfling threw the door open and gave a choked sob of relief. There on the bed, Faramir lay exhausted. The strain of throwing the table and nearly undone him. “Faramir!” The hobbit dashed over and crawled up on the bed and flung his arms around his lover who stared stunned.
“Don’t…don’t you ever scare me like that again!” Frodo said, touching Faramir’s face, running his fingers up and down his neck.
“Frodo…” Faramir said hoarsely, hardly believing he was here. “I can’t move.” he barely had the strength to hug the hobbit and clutched at him as the guard loomed behind Sam. “Sam, watch out!”
Sam was a quick witted hobbit and easily ducked as the guard swung at him. He held the dagger valiantly, protecting his master and Faramir. Wildly the Guard fought, and nearly succeeded in pinning the hobbit, until they were no longer alone in the room. Aragorn let out a mighty shout and fell upon the guard, Legolas at his heels.
Frodo clung to Faramir, watching as Aragorn beat the guard senseless and finally knocked him out. “Legolas, see if there is anyone else down here!”
The King moved quickly to the bed to examine the younger man, “Faramir! Are you alright?”
“He can’t walk.” Frodo said, still clutching his lover.
“We’ll find out what happened later, lets just get him out of here. I’ll carry him.”
Weakly, Faramir allowed himself to be moved and lifted into Aragorn’s arms. Frodo stood close by and they soon began to move back up the stairs and to the light again. He could not help but feel that there was something surreal in all of this. That his father’s spirit had not been defeated, and that was not the last he would see of Denethor. Could he even tell anyone what had happened? No…no…
He buried his face against Aragorn’s shirt and trembled.
**To Be Continued***