Things Forbidden

Things Forbidden

Chapter 3
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 a weakness which the Dark Lord exploits.

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Faramir ran han hand through his wavy auburn hair and heaved a sigh. Leaning back against the bench that sat in the centre of the courtyard on the highest level of Minas Tirith, he eyed his brother sitting beside him and shook his head. "It was the most unusual thing. I felt as if I couldn't resist her."

Fixing the bracer on his wrist and squinting out at the morning sky, Boromir chuckled softly. "Well, you have been without for quite a while. I wouldn't worry too much about your inability to resist. It's understandable."

"No, that's not it. It was different." When his brother raised an eyebrow, Faramir glared at him. "She was an elf. What kind of elf does such a thing?"

Boromir shrugged. "A horny one, I suppose."

Grunting his irritation, the younger of the Stewards shook his head again and crossed his arms. "I seriously doubt elves grow horny. Besides, she took no pleasure from that. It was for me only." Growing quiet and knitting his brow, he added, "I wonder what she wants with you?"

Pursing his lips, Boromir mirrored his younger brother's actions, leaning back against the bench and crossing his own arms. "I wouldn't know. Whatever it is, I hope it's as good or better than what she wanted with you." When his grin caused Faramir to stare in annoyance, the elder sighed. "Why does this bother you so?"

"It's odd. Out of character. I don't like it."

"You're too suspicious, Faramir. She's a mere elf." Boromir brushed a spot oft frt from his tunic and narrowed his eyes at his brother. "What did you say her name was?"

"Valaina," he replied, exhaling heavily. "You will tell me what she wants with you, won't you?"

With a wave of his hand, he nodded. "Yes, yes, of course. I'm sure it's something quite unimportant, like birthday greetings from Mirkwood or some sort of rubbish."

Faramir shot forward, glaring at his brother. "Why would a young girl sent from Mirkwood to deliver birthday greetings take a moment to suck me off? Besides, it's not even your birthday."

Boromir couldn't help but laugh softly. "Never have I heard so much complaining about something so trifle. Relax, Faramir. I am surere ere is nothing to worry about."

Leaning back again, the younger of the Stewards closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. "I hope you are right. I will be grateful when this is over."

"You are far too concerned about this. Talk to me of other things. Have you spoken to Aragorn lately?"

Crossing his feet at the ankles and looking up at the clouds, Faramir shook his head. "No. He and Arwen have been spending much time together."

"Well, I suppose that is to be expected. With the lull in activity, I think we should all take time to spend with our families." Raising an eyebrow, he looked at his brother. "I think you need to find yourself a nice young woman and settle down."

"I had a nice young woman." When Boromir looked at him impatiently, he shrugged. "You're right, I suppose. But I just can't find it within myself to put in the effort."

"You'll put in the effort when you find the right girl."

"If there is such a thing." Taking a deep breath and standing, Faramir looked down at his brother. "Forgive me, but I cannot speak of this right now. I am too distracted."

Standing and joining his brother as he turned to walk into the city, Boromir laid a hand on Faramir's shoulder and squeezed. "You know I will always be here for you, brother, but I am having great difficulty understanding why you feel so gloomy about your encounter with that elf."

"I'm having a difficult time understanding, myself." His blue eyes glanced around the townsfolk as they made their way into the markistristrict. "It just bothers me."

"I must admit I am quite interested in meeting this girl. She seems to have a significant hold over you."

Faramir stopped and knit his brow. "It's not a hold, Boromir. I didn't see it until after the encounter. She's different. She's not like other elves."

Shaking his head, he asked, "How is she different?"

The young Steward was at a loss. "I can't explain it. You will see it when you meet her. To be honest, though, I worry for you."

Boromir grunted. "I can handle an elf."

Concern creased Faramir's brow. "I would like to be there when you speak with her, just in case."

"In case what? She tries to fuck me?" Boromir grinned and clapped his brother on the back when the joke was lost on him. "Come on, Faramir. I am only kidding."

"I find your jokes grating." Narrowing his eyes, he looked past his brother and nudged him gently. "There. Do you see her?"

Frowning, Boromir turned and looked through the crowd to a lone figure standing in front of a kiosk selling jewellry. He wondered why his brother had chosen her from the large number of people milling about the streets, as a cloak and hood the colour of blood covered her from view. "The woman looking at necklaces? What about her?"

"That's her!" he hissed.

Boromir's frown deepened. "How can you tell? You can't even see her face."

"Her cloak. I could never forget that colour." Faramir nudged his brother again and he turned. "We should leave."

"Leave?" Intrigued, he looked back at the figure. "Why? She wanted to meet me, didn't she?"

"Boromir, I do not like this." Faramir's voice was tinged with anger.

"Enough. She's an elf, not an orc. Stay here if you want. I'm going to introduce myself."

Tensing his hands, Faramir shoved away his instinct to leave his brother and followed Boromir as he walked towards the elf. He did not trust this being.

He caught up to the elder Steward just as he stopped in front of the kiosk. Faramir maintained a distance between himself and the elf. "Excuse me, miss," greeted Boromir.

Faramir clenched his jaw as the girl turned towards them, her eyes calm and unsurprised to see them. She smiled softly, setting down a red necklace as she moved her eyes from the elder to the younger. "Good morning, Stewards. Captain Faramir, I did not expect to see you so early. How are you?"

He pursed his lips before replying. "I'm fine. Yourself?"

Her dark eyes moved to Boromir. "I am well. Even better now that I have Lord Boromir within my grasp."

Faramir frowned and looked at his brother in concern, but Boromir simply smiled. "Indeed I am within your grasp, Lady Valaina. How would you like to grab me?"

Valaina smiled, then laughed gently. "I would like to speak with you first, if that is acceptable."

"Of course. Would you care to join me for a drink in the King's Dining Hall?" Boromir held his arm out for her to take.

Valaina smiled and took his arm. "I would enjoy that very much."

Looking back at his brother, the elder Steward winked. "If you'll excuse us, Faramir, I think three is a crowd." He laughed softly when Faramir only glared at him in response, and watched in concern as they left.

Frowning and glancing back at the younger Steward, Valaina asked, "Have I upset Faramir?"

"No, no, not at all. My brother is merely seeing a problem where there is none." He arched an eyebrow at the young elf and ventured a question. "He wonders what sort of elf appears at twilight and gives sexual favours but asks for none in return."

She did not bat an eye at his blunt questioning. "The kind who sees someone in need, I would guess. My payment was an introduction to you. And as for appearing at twilight, well that was just when I happened to arrive."

Boromir was acutely aware of the eyes of the cityfolk upon them as they approached the upper level of Minas Tirith. "And why did you arrive? Why is speaking with me so important?"

The bright courtyard appeared in front of them. Turning to the left, they wound around it and headed to a small gray building. "My people have sent me."

He held the door open as they ascended the stairs and entered. "Who are your people?"

"You probably don't know them," she said, looking around and lowering her hood, "We are a small group of Sindar living not far from Mirkwood."

"Mirkwood?" Knitthis his brow, he asked, "Why have your people sent you?"

She turned to him with wide, anxious eyes. "We are worried. We fear Sauron will gain the ring once again. I realize this is a fear shared by all of Middle-earth, but we have seen things that make us thing the Dark Lord could be planning something. I've been sent here to ask what your own plans are."

Boromir poured two small glasses of brandy and took a seat at one of the tables. He turned the glass on the table and watched closely as Valaina sat across from him. "Why haven't you gone to Mirkwood? Thranduil is our ally. Surely he could have sent someone to find out this information. Why are you alone?"

Leaning forward, her eyes darkened and he frowned. "The things we've seen have to do with Mirkwood. We fear...we fear the Dark Lord has influenced them."

He stopped twirling the glass. "What? What makes you think that?"

Valaina's jaw clenched as she leaned back and looked up at him, her eyes frightened and worried. "There have been instances of violence, among other things. Please, my lord, can you tell me if the King is planning to attack Sauron sometime soon?"

Pursing his lips, Boromir sighed heavily and looked out across the hall. "Everything has been quiet. There are no active plans." Narrowing his eyes, he moved his gaze back to the elf across from him. "I a v a very difficult time believing that Mirkwood has fallen to the enemy. We would have heard something."

"It is very subtle. The reason I was the only one sent is to keep Mirkwood from realizing that we recognize their fall."

Boromir's eyes grew concerned. "I will have to speak with Aragorn about this. You should as well."

She nodded. "I will, if he will grant me an audience. I felt it better to let a Steward know of my concerns first. I fear greatly for the weeingeing of my people. It pains me to think that if Sauron attacks Gondor, he might get ahold of the ring."

"The ring?" Boromir shook his head. "No, he will not get the ring if he attacks Gondor."

Valaina blinked in confusion. "He won't? I understood that King Elessar was keeping the ring safe."

Biting the inside of his cheek, clearly irritated, Boromir grunted. "No, no, having a human hold the ring would never do. Not in the minds of some, anyways."

Knitting her brow, she asked, "Men are our allieso woo would distrust one as great as Elessar?"

"Distrust is not the issue. Some of your kind consider men the weaker of the races."

Nodding, she smiled softly. "Then these elves do not know men as I do. The men I know are strong."

Boromir raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Men like my brother, you mean."

"Do not think what I did for your brother was out of pity. Many of my people are reserved about the act of sex, but I am you younger generation. I have a different outlook." Her smile grew as she continued. "Lord Faramir is an attractive man. He may not think I got anything out of the act, but he is wrong. I enjoyed servicing him."

Laughing, Boromir picked up his glass and downed the contents. "Never before have I heard such things from an elf. I may have to rethink my opinion of your people."

Valaina picked up her own glass of brandy, took a sniff, then downed it just as Boromir had. Her eyes immediately watered and she held back a cough. "Have you met many elves, my lord?" she asked when she was able to speak.

The Steward watched her with a grin and offered her another glass. She shook her head. "Quite a few."

"Many from Mirkwood?"

"I have met Thranduil once, and one of his sons visits here often. I know the Rivendell elves quite well." Boromir poured himself another glass and drank it immediately.

"Yes. Lord Elrond is the Queen's father. I suppose he would visit here often." She tilted her head and watched as he poured himself a third glass.

Bir hir held the glass in his hands, staring at the liquid. "He used to visit more often. Lately he's been hiding out in Rivendell. Not that I mind." He downed the drink.

"Hiding out?" she asked.

He shrugged. "Well, I suppose he does have reasons to stay. Then again, Legolas has been away for quite a while as well." Quickly his brow knit and he looked at her in concern. "If Mirkwood has fallen to Sauron, that means Legolas has as well. Aragorn should be told immediately."

He was about to stand, but Valaina's hand on his arm forestalled him. "Things will not change in a day. The King can learn later this evening."

"Why do we not tell him now?"

Blinking shyly, Valaina leaned forward and lowered her voice. "I can see that what I have said concerns you greatly. It concerns me as well. I helped your brother because I wanted to provide him with pleasure and relief, a break from his worry." Her hand squeezed his arm. "It would please me to have a break from my worry."

He cocked his head and smirked. "Are you asking me to go down on you?"

Her dark eyes looked intently into his green ones as she smiled. "I think we can figure out a way to handle this so we both get what we want."

Boromir shook his head. "Indeed I have never met an elf quite like you. Tell me, though, what makes you think I have any want of you?"

Her thumb gently rubbed his skin as her voice lowered. "You have not pulled away from me. I see it in your eyes, Steward. You have want of me."

With a smirk, he slowly pulled his arm out from under her hand. "You are quite confident in yourself, aren't you?" He stood and watched her with hooded eyes.

She mirrored his movements and arched an eyebrow. "Of course. I have many strengths, and I use them well."

Pursing his lips, Boromir shook his head. "If you were not an elf, I would be suspicious of you, you know." He walked around the table and came close to heaisiaising his hand, he pushed her dark hair off her shoulders and behind her pointed ear. "Should you not be more concerned about the welfare of your people?"

With a swift, unseen movement, Valaina caught Boromir's wrist and pushed his hand away from her face. "I have more concern than you will ever understand. Do not play games, my lord. My intentions are simple and without clause."

He removed his hand from hers and smiled. "In that case, my lady, perhaps we should find somewhere a little more private."

"If that is to your liking." A self-assured smile came over her features as she took his outstretched elbow and followed him out of the building. By now the sun was overhead, casting no shadows upon the ground they walked on. Valaina narrowed her eyes at the glare and pulled her hood over her head.

Boromir frowned as they approached a gray stone building that housed the Stewards of Gondor. "Does the light bother you?"

Her voice was tight and quiet. "I am just not used to it."

He opened the wooden door to the building and ushered the elf inside. As Boromir closed the door, he watched her remove her hood and take in the entrance hall. "My room is down the hall on the right."

She nodded and looked back at him. "Faramir lives here as well?"

"He does," he replied, starting down the passageway, "His room is that way." He pointed to the left, down a narrow, dim hall.

Valaina looked but said nothing, instead following the elder Steward in silence until they arrived at his room. She followed him inside and waited patiently as he closed and locked the door. "You have a beautiful room," she said, eyeing the tapestries and wooden furniture that decorated the large quarters. The antiques vaguely reminded her of her heritage. "I see the taste of elves has influenced you."

Boromir grunted. "If it has, it has not been deliberate." He removed his cloak, hanging it on a hook on the back of the door. Holding out a hand, he motioned to her own garment. "May I take yours?"

Valaina slipped the material from her shoulders and handed it to the Steward with a smile. Pursing her lips, she slowly walked around the bed, taking in the intimate details of the room. With a glance to him, she smoothed her hand along the bedsheets and sat upon the mattress. "You live well."

"I have earned it," he replied, moving towards her. Crossing his arms, he looked down and cocked his head, asking, "Tell me, elf, what is it that you are expecting?"

She arched an eyebrow. "I thought you would have guessed by now."

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I know you are here for sex, my dear. My question was about the specifics."

Valaina leaned back on her hands and lightly touched the inside of Boromir's leg with her foot. "Why don't you surprise me?"

Narrowing his eyes, the Steward uncrossed his arms and leaned down. In one swift movement, he grabbed her by the upper arms and jerked her to her feet. His breath was hot against her face as she held her close, staring into her eyes with intense suspicion. "Can you tell me why it is thathinkhink you're full of lies?"

Valaina held still in his grasp, looking back at him without flinching. Her arms ached from his tight hold. "Because the truth means your world is again falling apart," she replied, calm.

He smiled and shook his head. "No, no, that's not it. I think I have difficulty believing that an elf, so afraid for her kind, would take the time to initiate relations with a mortal. I know elves, my dear. No matter what their age, they are strong, focused, and cold."

She licked her lips slowly, and noticed when he watched her closely. "Is it so difficult to believe I am here on my own terms, not those of my people?"

"It is difficult to believe an elf would perform oral sex on a stranger to elevate his mood. It is also difficult to believe that you, right now, want companionship more than an answer to your people's quandary. What is not difficult to believe is that you have been affected by the darkness you fear, and are using your wiles to gain what you seek."

She smiled softly. "And what is it I seek, my lord?"

"Information. Power. The ring." She tilted her head and gazed up at him, unblinking. "Are you under the influence of Sauron, young elf?"

"Would you believe me if I said no?" Swallowing and allowing her eyes to move down to his chest and back up, she leaned forward and added, "I have given you all the reasons I have. It is your choice whether to believe them or not."

His gaze was heated, she could see. Lifting a leg, she gently brushed her knee against his groin. "I believe you're trying to seduce me," he said, darkly.

"What would I gain from trying to seduce you?" she asked quietly, easing her kneed down his thigh. He clenched his teeth and blinked, and she could tell he was faltering.

His gaze was firm as he stared down at her. "That I do not know. But your seduction will not work."

Biting her lip, Valaina gently nudged him again with her knee. "Why not?"

A smile creased his lips. "Because you will not fuck me, elf. I will fuck you." She yelped as he shoved her down to the bed. Looking down upon her, he unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops. "Take your clothes off."

Valaina blinked up at him. When he repeated the order with a heavier tone, she sat up and began to pull the ties from the bodice of her dress.

Boromir was swift with his movements, quickly undressing his lower body and stepping out of his pants. Valaina pushed her dress down her shoulders and removed her arms from the sleeves, successfully baring her upper body. He watched her closely and without speaking as she stood and pushed the dress down her hips, then stood nude in front of him.

His eyes ran over her form. Opening the ties of his own shirt, he allowed it to hang open as he kicked the dress and his own pants to the other side of the room. Smiling gently, Boromir came close to Valaina and touched her face, sliding his hands into her hair and down her neck. Leaning close, she waited for him to kiss her. Instead, the Steward moved towards her ear and breathed, "On your knees."

Valaina lowered immediately, partly from having Boromir push strongly at her shoulder. She knew what was expected of her, but he spoke anyways. "Go on, elf. Show me how you made my brother happy."

Licking her lips, she took his hard length into her mouth. It was nothing unusual for her. Moaning quietly, Valaina took pleasure in running her tongue along his flesh. Boromir's hand found her head and tightened in her hair as he hissed in a breath. "Maybe I was wrong about you," he said, his voice tight. She pulled her mouth away and looked up at him. "You're much too eager to be hating this."

Valaina grinned and took his hardness in her hand. "I enjoy providing pleasure, my lord. And you have obvious enjoyment in taking it."

"Indeed." With hungry eyes he watched as he pushed her head back to his groin, and she took him in her mouth again. Valaina squeezed her hand around the base of him, pumping slowly as she worked her tongue all the way up his flesh to the tip. Boromir's breathing turned heavy as she enveloped his hardness completely, sucking with fervor.

Groaning loudly, Boromir yanked Valaina's mouth from him and removed his hand from her hair. "Get up," he said, watching as she did so. She could tell his need was great as he twisted her around and forced her down to the bed. She propped herself up on her hands as he pulled her hips up and kicked her feet apart. "Feel free to scream," he breathed, holding her steady and pushing himself roughly into her waiting body.

Valaina moaned loudly and her elbows buckled as Boromir started a fast pace, pulling back and thrusting his hips against her without care to her comfort. Hissing in breath, she did scream, both in intense pleasure and pain as he continued pounding mercilessly against her. She could hear him groan as he pushed far into her, then, instead of pulling back, he leaned forward and pulled her body up against him. "How does that feel, elf?" he asked, moving his rough hands over her breasts. Squeezing and pinching, moving his mouth to her shoulder and biting the tender flesh, he laughed softly when she gasped. His harsh fondling of her breasts caused her to wince in pain, but he did not care or stop. Instead, he trailed one hand down her abdomen to her own warmth, and roughly inserted a finger into the same place his penis rested. Valaina lolled her head back and closed her eyes as he rubbed her sensitive flesh. "Is it good?"

"Yes," she breathed quietly, caught up in how Boromir stroked her so close to the edge. When she moaned, he pulled his hand away and pushed her back down, then drew back and began thrusting against her again.

His grip on her hips was iron-tight as he yanked her back as he plunged forward. Valaina's legs became weak as she came close again, but this time he continued the assault until she moaned out his name and shuddered, falling into bliss. Boromir forced himself in and out of her as she whimpered beneath him until he achieved his own climax, pulling her weak body against him until he too finished his pleasure.

As he pulled out, Valaina sank to the bed, her arms and legs aching from the position she had been in. Turning on her back, she closed her eyes and slowed her breathed, then looked up at him. "Do you believe me now?" she asked quietly.

Knitting his brow, breathing heavily, he moved his eyes from her and looked around the room. Spotting his pants, he walked over to them and picked them up, clothing himself. Valaina sat up as he picked up her dress and tossed it to her. "Get dressed."

She narrowed hyes,yes, but didn't say anything as she obeyed his request. When clothed, she crossed her arms and watched him as he looked out the lone window in the room, seemingly distracted.

He was conflicted. That much was obvious. "Should I come back tomorrow at dawn?" When he looked at her in confusion, she added, "To see the King?"

Nodding, Boromir moved his gaze back to the window. "Yes. Tomorrow."

Removing her cloak from the door and wrapping it around her shoulders, Valaina quietly exited from his quarters.

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TBC