Possession

Possession

Chapter 21
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.

Geez you guys are mean to poor Valawen. She has issues, alright!?! Have a little compassion. ;)

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Taking a small bite of the cut apple that sat in front of her, Valawen watched Faramir move about the room. He had barely spoken since his arrival, but she could tell he had much on his mind. No anger had been directed towards her, though, so she knew he did not know of her visit to Legolas. However, the Captain seemed on edge, vaguely irritated about something. She knew, then, it would be best to remain silent.

Every few moments his eyes would look over her, then go back to his work at hand. Valawen noticed him glance at the palantir several times, but tear his gaze away quickly. Finally, she could wonder no longer. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"I do not like being questioned." He looked up at her wounded expression, then sighed. "Not you. The healers and guards, people who wonder if Legolas was indeed the one who killed Aragorn."

"They don't believe an elf would do such a thing, do they?" she asked. Elves and Men had been allies for too long, and having had an elf Queen had surely made the people of Minas Tirith believe in the purity of the elves.

Faramir grunted. "It doesn't matter what they believe. They will accept what I tell them."

"If they're questioning this, will they not wonder why we are attacking the elves?"

The Captain's cool glare focused on her. "They will follow my rule."

"Can they not be shown what we see in the palantir? Can those who speak through the crystal not show themselves?" Why she had not thought of these questions before, she did not know.

His expression turned angry. "Do you dare interrogate me?" he asked. "How long has it been since you have spoken to the palantir?"

She blinked, uncertain of what he was getting at. "I-I don't know. Days."

Faramir nodded, standing and moving to the box. He took out the crystal orb and brought it to her. "Ask them your questions," he said, his voice hard.

Valawen accepted the ball. Its familiar warmth spread through her fingertips as colours began to light from the inside of the crystal. Voices soothed her mind as she closed her eyes.

They were muffled, though, and she frowned. "I can't hear them," she whispered, looking up at Faramir.

He narrowed his eyes, taking the orb from her. The colours died to a pale blue before disappearing. Irritated, he placed the crystal back in its container and shut the lid. "We cannot expect them to always be there when we wish," he said, meeting her gaze. "You can try again later."

Valawen nodded, finding it odd but saying nothing. "Who do you think they are?" she asked instead.

He tidied up his desk, stuffing parchment into a drawer. "I don't know."

"Can you not even hazard a guess?"

He turned, his expression agitated. "No, I cannot. What does it matter?"

She knew better than to continue this line of questioning. "It doesn't."

Sighing, Faramir walked up to her and took her hand, pulling her up from the chair she sat in. His stare was serious and intense when he looked down at her. "Why so inquisitive, Valawen? What happened to make you suddenly so interested in the motives of those we serve?"

"Nothing happened," she breathed, nervous, "I simply had time to think."

He smiled, touching her cheek gently. "We shall have to remedy that. After the service tomorrow, I want you to attend to Eowyn. Make sure nothing is done to alleviate her condition. Do you understand?"

"Do you think attempts will be made to wake her?" she asked.

"The healers will continue to try, of that I have no doubt. I would hate for them to succeed." He moved his hand to her shoulder and squeezed. "It is no good for you to spend your days locked up. Thinking." He grinned, adding, "I want you to watch over my wife."

She nodded. "I will."

"I'm going to be very busy over the next fortnight. I may not be around often." His hand slipped into her dark locks, sweeping the hair across her shoulder. "Do not think you will not be watched, though. And when I summon you, I expect you to come."

Angry anticipation began to fill her. "What if I do not?"

He smiled, a deceptive, knowing grin. "Then I will send guards to find you and drag you to my feet. Then I will have them watch while I take my pleasure, and afterwards, I will strip you bare and make you walk around this city in naught but your skin. I'm sure even elves have a sense of modesty." His finger ran up the curve of her ear. "Will that be necessary?"

She looked away, furious with his threats. "No. I will come."

"I am pleased to hear that."

Valawen looked up and regarded him icily. "I will come, but I will still fight."

Faramir sighed, visibly annoyed. "Even you are not worth this effort, my dear."

Her hands trembled when she spoke. "Then why do you keep me around?"

"Because, elf," he said, holding her steady as he leaned close, "You made me into this. I intend to repay you. You will find no escape in death, for I will not allow it until you have suffered enough."

She pulled against his hold on her neck. "Why don't you finish it, then? Give me to your garrison, then kill me!"

"That is what will happen if you cross me. I get nothing out of that, however. If I keep you here," his eyes raked down her form, then back up to her eyes, "I can use you in any way I wish."

"I wish you would kill me," she breathed.

His expression softened. "In time, love. In time."

Incensed and exhausted, Valawen tried to move away from him. "Let go of me," she spat. He only gripped harder, then grabbed her arm and swung her around, shoving her face foward into the wall. His body held her so she could not move. "Let me go!" she yelled more strongly.

"Were you this fiery with Aragorn?" he asked, his breath warm against her cheek. She noticed as his breathing turned shallow. "Tell me, did you ever deny him?"

"You are not Aragorn!" she growled, trying to shove herself back against him. He was prepared, though, and managed to keep her pinned. "If you're going to violate me, then do it! I will not play games with you."

He laughed, petting her hip with his free hand. "You already do."

Valawen was tired of fighting, and she was tired of crying. "Get it over with," she said weakly. She just wanted it to be done with.

"Have you stopped fighting already?" he asked, pulling at his belt. She could feel him maneuvering to pull himself free. "I thought elves were more resilient than that."

Faramir's words shamed her, but she did not respond. She felt him pull her skirts up, then push her feet apart. Valawen leaned her cheek against the cool wall and closed her eyes, awaiting the inevitable.

His warm hand snaked around to her front, pushing her abdomen back as he entered her from behind. Biting her lip to keep from vocalizing her pain, she endured Faramir's rough movements and voice, hoping for a quick end.

Fingers slid along her warmth as he adjusted his footing to get better access to the inside of her body. "You see, elf?" he hissed, pinching her nub and causing her to whimper, "It was only a matter of time before you wanted this."

"I don't want it," she whispered, trying desperately not to cry, "I don't want it."

He shoved up hard, making her moan in pain. Removing his hand from her heat, he slipped it up her body and grasped a clothed breast, squeezing it hard. As he urged her hips back, Valawen slid slightly down the wall. She clawed at it as he thrust into her, trying to maintain a hold. It was useless.

Soon Faramir used both hands to grip her hips as he slammed against her without mercy. She cried out, unable to keep silent any longer as he pulled her back, forcing himself into her again and again. It was long minutes before he vocalized his pleasure, jerking into her worn opening and meeting his climax.

Her skirts fell down her legs when he removed himself. Valawen leaned against the wall, not looking at him. "I would not be surprised if next time you beg for it," he said, somewhat disgusted. Angry, her wet eyes met his cold ones. "Leave now. Stay in your own rooms."

Not hesitating, Valawen headed straight for the door and left without looking back.

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TBC