Possession

Possession

Chapter 23
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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The morning came late. When Valawen finally awoke to sunlight streaming through the frosted window, she wondered if maybe it had all been a dream. As she sat up and rubbed her burning eyes, though, Legolas came into view. He was seated in a chair in the corner, as though hiding from sight. It hadn't been a dream. He was here and he expected something of her. Immediately she became nervous for the day ahead.

She had taken her time preparing for the day, and now, at nearly noon, she sat silently in her room, her arms closed around herself protectively. Legolas had spoken little, allowing her time to wash and dress in peace. She appreciated that, but the weight of knowing that soon they would discuss the plan ahead made her feel sick with worry.

"Are you ready?" He leaned forward, clasping his hands and watching her as though he expected her to break any moment. Truthfully, she felt as though she might.

"Should I not wait until tonight? I could visit him, then take it away after he's fallen asleep." She desperately did not want to do this.

His eyes turned soft with pity. "Would he allow you to stay in his rooms, Valawen?" He knew the answer as well as she did.

"No," she breathed, looking down. Faramir would never leave her in such a position. He was smarter than that.

"It must be now. Go to him, get him into a position that will allow you to succeed." His voice betrayed how important this was.

"You want me to have relations with him?" she asked, her voice weak.

He looked shocked by her question. "No. I would never want such a thing. I only meant for you to speak with him."

"Faramir will not speak with me," she said lowly, "I have but one use to him."

"Don't offer yourself to him, Valawen. Listen to me. There are other ways."

She looked up at him, feeling beaten and weak. "I will try," she responded, knowing full-well the only way she would be able to succeed in this would be to have relations with Faramir.

Legolas stood up, pacing the room but carefully avoiding the window. "Once you have the palantir, come back here. We will leave immediately."

"We?" Valawen looked up as he regarded her. "I can't leave."

"You can't stay here. You will be killed."

"I can't leave," she said again, "I can't face them after what I've done."

He kneeled down in front of her, touching her leg. His bright blue eyes looked up and, for the first time, held a touch of assurance in them. "You can. This is not your doing. I will not allow you to take the blame for all that has occured here."

"I am to be blamed for some of it," she replied softly. "Besides, how can you trust me? I do not trust myself. What if I do something to alert Gondor of where we have gone?"

"They will know without you telling them. The palantir will be destroyed in Lorien. Until then, we will simply have to outrun those who follow." He smiled faintly and added, "As for you, I will not let you out of my sight. You may not be able to trust yourself, but you can trust me."

She shook her head sadly. "Why are you doing this for me?"

"I do it for Arda."

"No," she responded, "Taking me with you has nothing to do with this world. You could save it without me. Why do insist on saving me as well?"

He hesitated only briefly before responding, "Because I can."

Valawen sighed as he stood up and retreated to the corner of the room. He took a knife out from under his cloak and brought it back to her. "What's this?" she asked as he held it out.

"It's for protection." She took the knife, looking at it in fear. "Hide it well," he said, noticing her worry.

"What if he finds it?" she asked.

Legolas' voice darkened. "Then use it."

She looked up, then stood and tucked the knife into her cloak. "I don't want to kill him," she whispered.

"Use the blade only if necessary. There has been too much death here already." He appeared nervous as he escorted her to the door. "I will await you here." Valawen moved to open the door when his hand stopped her. She looked up with wide eyes as he leaned forward and breathed, "My life is in your hands. Think not of Arda, but of me. If you warn Faramir of my location, you will sentence me to death."

A cold chill spread over her body as he released her arm. Blinking in renewed fear, Valawen opened the door and slipped out of her room. Legolas' warning served only to distract her as she exited the building and made her way to Faramir's rooms, not knowing if he would even be there. Perhaps this would all be made easy, and she would simply have to open the door and take what she needed. She was still nervous, though. What if she failed? It seemed so easy to fail.

When she arrived at his rooms, she paused. Legolas warned her. If she told anything to Faramir, he would most certainly be killed. And what of her? She had harboured him all night. Raising her hand, she closed her eyes and forced herself to knock. The raps were like nails being driven into her heart.

It was only a moment before she heard him coming. He was here. Valawen's fear inflated as she realized what she must do.

Faramir appeared surprised to see her. "What do you want?" he asked impatiently.

"May I come in?" she asked quietly.

For a moment it seemed he might not allow it, but soon he stood aside and allowed her entry. Her mind spun with how she would go about this, until her eyes came to rest on the box that she was to retrieve. Her heart hammered in her chest.

"What do you want, Valawen?" he asked again, this time more sternly. She turned to look up at him as he came close, expectation on his face. "Why are you here?"

"I-I had a dream," she found herself saying.

He nodded and pursed his lips. "A dream. And?"

"And I think...I think those who speak through the palantir gave me a vision."

His face turned angry, but he held his voice. "A vision? And why would they do that?"

Valawen swallowed hard and looked away, unsure of this was the correct way to go about this. "I'm an elf. Elves have the ability to see things that may not always be obvious to men. They must know that." When she looked back up at him, he seemed more contemplative.

He folded his arms and raised an eyebrow. His words still held a measure of disbelief. "So what did they show you, Valawen? What images did they send into your dreams?"

"They told me to follow a path. Your path." His eyes searched her face as she continued, "I was hesitant before, but I see now. I see what is right and what is wrong." Biting her lip, she stepped forward and breathed, "I am willing to do what is necessary to help."

The soft spark within his eyes was apparent. He was interested. "The only help I need from you, my dear, is for physical pleasure." He grinned as he looked down her body. "I can get that without your help."

Her fingers touched his arm, dancing tenderly upon it. "Would you not prefer it if I was eager?"

Faramir laughed, and she felt herself tremble at the harsh noise. Willing herself to calm, she listened as he said, "So you offer yourself to me now? Because of this dream?"

"I know I will reap the benefits of the world you can create. They have made it clear to me that this is the path I must take. I have accepted that." She lowered her voice asking, "Will you accept my services, or turn me away?"

She had appealed to Faramir's most basic drive, and was not disappointed with his response. "I will accept your services," he said, "Though I will not deny I will miss forcing you into something you do not want." He grinned, a gesture that made her nauseous.

Still, though, she remained strong. "I am here for you as you wish. I can be whatever you want."

He reached out to her, running his hand through her dark hair. It was done. He would take her now, force her to do this willingly. Her jaw clenched as she thought about how this had to be done. There was no way she could take the palantir without weakening Faramir first.

"Whatever I want," he repeated, smiling. Cupping the back of her head, he jerked her forward, pressing his lips against hers. It took her a moment to recover from the swift act, but as his tongue slid into her mouth, she knew she had to respond in kind. Valawen grasped his shoulders, pushing herself up on her toes to gain better access to him. He seemed to enjoy that, growling into her mouth as he held her steady and lapped at the heat within. She tried to imagine it was Aragorn she was kissing, but the reality of it was at the front of her mind. She was going to allow this to happen.

He twisted her hair into his hand, pulling her head back. Valawen whimpered as he bit at her lips, then smiled. "I like that," he said, sliding a hand down her chest. His fingers unclasped her cloak, allowing it to drop to the floor. The sound of it echoed in her ears. "You are willing to do anything for me?" he asked, distracting her from the location of the blade Legolas had given her. Valawen nodded and his grin widened. "Take off your clothes."

She knew her discomfort showed on her face, but Faramir seemed not to notice. She stepped back, pulling the ribbons from her bodice. Valawen shrugged from her sleeves, then pushed the dress off her hips. With a dry swallow, she removed her shoes and stood naked before him.

His eyes moved up and down her form. Moving to her, he cupped a breast and squeezed it, then teased the peak as he watched her face. Valawen kept her eyes pinned on his chest, not wanting to look up at him. He pinched her sensitive flesh hard, causing her to blink back the discomfort. "Aragorn once told me you would do things a human woman never would," he said softly into her ear. She closed her eyes at the former King's name. "Tell me, did he speak the truth?"

He was trying to shame her. Any dignity she had left within her died away at her reply. "Yes," she said. It felt as if she had agreed to death.

"Open my pants," he replied as he massaged her breast. The touch was distracting as she did as she was told, undoing his belt and ties and separating the material. "Pull it out," he ordered, shifting under her touch. He looked down, watching as her hand told hold of his hardness, removing it from his pants. "Good girl," he breathed, his voice hitching at her touch, "Now, you know what to do."

His warm hands roamed her chilled body as she began to stroke him. Faramir hissed in a breath as she pumped at a teasing pace, causing him to roll his hips slowly against her hand. A hand rested on her shoulder as the other continued to pinch her nipple in a bruising way.

"Harder," he groaned, and she accomodated him by sliding her hand along his flesh a little faster. He became distracted by the pleasure and softened his grip on her breast, allowing her some relief. She wondered if perhaps it would only go this far. If he came this way, he wouldn't use her body. Encouraged by this thought, she began to stroke him even faster.

He allowed it for a few minutes, then suddenly stopped her hand with his own. His hazy eyes met hers as she looked up. "Lie on the bed," he said as he slid her hand off his penis.

Valawen moved to the bed. She laid upon it as Faramir disrobed. When he was nude, he came to the edge of the bed and looked down. "Open your legs, love." Embarrassed, but knowing she could not allow him to know that she didn't want this, she spread her legs. "Touch yourself."

He watched hungrily as she gently touched her warm flesh. She could feel herself detaching from the reality of what was happening. It all seemed like a dream.

Faramir bent over her, cupping her hand with his and urging her to touch herself more strongly. "Look at me," he breathed as he pushed her to insert a finger into her body. Valawen held back a whimper, but was unable to stop from shifting as she stroked her flesh. His eyes moved to her hand, his breathing a heavy pant as he watched her pleasure herself.

Removing his hand, Faramir climbed over her. "Now," he breathed, staring down at her flushed face, "Taste yourself."

Valawen kept her eyes on his as she pulled her hand up, sliding a finger into her mouth. She blinked back the taste. Faramir grinned, pulling her hand from her mouth, then plunging his lips to hers. His hardness pressed against her belly as he sucked at her mouth, his tongue molding to the space within. She groaned at the lack of breath, gasping when he moved his kisses to her breast. His mouth pulled at her nipple, reddening her flesh with his hunger. She allowed herself a moment for her resolve to break, regaining her control when he looked back up at her.

"Do you want this?" he asked, his voice heavy.

Valawen knew he was only asking to prolong his own pleasure. She could feel him press the tip of his erection against her womanhood, sliding it along her soft flesh. "Yes," she replied softly, pushing her pelvis upward. He grinned at her apparent eagerness.

Faramir shoved forward, forcing himself deep within her. Valawen cried out, her body burning. She curled her legs up around him and clenched her nails into his shoulders, bleeding the pain through them. He seemed to like it, groaning in her ear as he thrust into her.

She whimpered each time he rolled against her, no matter how hard or gently he did it. Each time was like a stab of death. Valawen closed her eyes, feeling them moisten from the anguish of having done this. As he voiced his pleasure, concentrating entirely on the task of completing the act, she simply endured. There was nothing else she could do.

It seemed like forever before his pace quickened. Faramir groaned heavily, jerking into her sore body and meeting his pleasure. He didn't seem to notice or care that she took no pleasure herself.

He was quick to roll over, resting beside her. Valawen's eyes moved to the box that sat near the fireplace. She needed to get to it. Looking back at Faramir, she hoped he would fall asleep. If he was tired enough, perhaps he wouldn't care that she was still here.

With a great breath, though, he sat up. "Perhaps tonight you will have a few more dreams about what you can do for me," he said, smiling as he stood and began to dress.

Valawen slid off the bed and hunted for her dress, pulling it on in silence. Her eyes flickered to her cloak. "Can I stay?" she asked, looking up at him.

He frowned, adjusting his tunic. "Stay? No. You should go."

Urgency spread through her body. This was her only chance. If he threw her out, she knew she would never gain the palantir. Once again she looked at the box that housed it. This time Faramir noticed, following her gaze. "Can I hold it?" she asked, her voice tense.

He seemed to consider denying her, but relented instead. "Only for a moment."

Faramir turned and approached the box. Valawen began to panic. If she held the palantir, surely those who spoke through it would know of her intentions. They would injure her, she was positive of that. As he creaked the top of the box open, Valawen silently grabbed her cloak, rifling through it for the knife. She pulled it out, holding it in her shaking hand and approaching the Captain. He lifted the palantir out, and she raised the blade. Valawen hesitated. She couldn't kill him. She couldn't kill another person. Looking around, she grabbed a small statue from a table and, as Faramir turned, used all her strength to hit him in the head.

The statue dropped. Valawen's other hand let loose the blade. Faramir's blue eyes registered only briefly what had happened before he fell to the floor, unconscious.

Her heart hammered in her chest as she stared down at the prone form of Faramir. The palantir had rolled to the wall. Her eyes fixed on it, watching colours of deep blue and burgundy swirl in the cloudy interior. They moved angrily, as though they knew what had occured. Picking up her cloak, Valawen softly walked up to the orb and looked down. Whispers caressed her mind. With a dry, tight throat, she allowed the cloak to drop over the crystal.

Gathering it, Valawen hastened her retreat from Faramir's rooms. She knew it would not be long before he awakened, or before someone went looking for him. Trying not to act suspicious, she slipped past guards and cityfolk, making her way directly to her rooms. She clenched her cloak tightly, blinking back the warmth that emanated from it. It took everything she had not to stop right there and allow herself to be consumed by the pull of what she held. By the time she entered her rooms, she was exhausted.

Legolas came forward, taking the cloak from her as she collapsed in a chair. "Are you alright?" he asked, genuinely concerned. His hand cupped her cold cheek, brushing away the chill. "You're so pale. What happened?"

"Keep it away from me," she replied hoarsely, shaking her head, "I can't be near it."

He looked down at the cloak in his arms, then stood and went to the other side of the room. She watched as he placed in a small saddlebag. "Did you kill him?" he asked quietly, looking up.

"No," she answered, "You must leave now."

"We are both leaving." He hauled the bag over his shoulder, then grabbed her hand, pulling her up. "Be strong," he said, clenching her hand, "And be swift."

She could feel tears burning her eyes as Legolas pulled her out the door.

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