Gone

Gone

Chapter 6
Author: Frosty the Obstetrician
Rated: NC-17
Codes: Aragorn, Faramir, Boromir, Legolas, OC, AU, N/C.
Summary: A series of events in Middle-earth leads to a darkened King, the departure of the elves, and a realization by those who remain.
Author's Notes: Elvish translations are in parentheses.

To Rangerlady: Elven and I hope everything is well with you and look forward to your return, whenever it may be. :)

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Out the window, the sky had turned a pale orange hue, illuminating the trees with a golden light as though touched by live flame. It was bright and warm, so different from every other night she had experienced in Minas Tirith. The cloudless, dry weather was a welcome change from the colourless, chilled evenings the city had been plagued with. It was even still this evening, quiet, as the leaves did not rustle. As she tidied her braids in the mirror, she hoped it would be a good omen for the night.

It was mere minutes before the fall of dusk, and Idril could feel her nerves on edge. She was looking forward to the evening, looking forward to spending time with someone. It certainly helped that this someone happened to be a person with whom she felt an unusual connection with. She could feel the human part of her tingling with excitement as the elf in her tried to calm herself down. Even if it was only for friendship, she still felt more alive at that moment tshe she had in a long time. Finally, something new and interesting. Someone new and potentially involving.

Earlier that day, as Idril had looked around the city escorted by a guard who paid her little attention, she had realized the absurdity of what she worried over. Her entire life had been lived with people who practiced restraint and nobility, and work before play. She had followed that well, and believed in it, but now was different. Most of her friends and family were gone, and she was alone. It had entered her mind that taking advantage of her human side in this place of humans would make sense and would not be unforgiveable. There was little to no happiness here, especially for her. At that moment, walking down the streets of a city that seem to disregard her very existence, she decided that if given the chance, she would do as her heart desired. No longer would she think before acting on what she wanted.

And she had the strong and urgent feeling that she wanted Faramir.

As Idril studied herself in the mirror, looking down the cerulean dress on her body, she hoped she would not be disappointed. She knew men were flirtatious by nature, and naturally wondered if Fir air actually had intentions towards her. She sighed. It was no matter. Fear had no place here. After all, she would not be in the city for very long.

A knock on the door brought her out of her thoughts. Taking one last look at the mirror and slipping her cloak over her shoulders, she smiled to herself and walked to the door. Opening it brought an even wider smile to her lips.

"Lady Idril," greeted Faramir, moving his eyes down her frame. "I see you took my advice. You look lovely." She thanked him and he offered his arm. "Shall we?"

She closed the door behind her and waited until they were outside before speaking. "How long has it been," she asked, "Since an evening here has not been pelted by rain?"

He glanced up, as though an answer lied in the stars. "Longer than I can remember. Perhaps this is a sign of better days ahead."

Idril raised an eyebrow. "I hope you're right." She took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh scent of dying sunshine and evening dew. "Did you tell Elessar we are having dinner?"

He escorted her up a flight of stairs leading to the Hall where his r wer were held. "No. I did not think that wise." He opened the door for her. "And I have not told my brother, either."

"Do you think he would not approve?" she asked with a frown as they walked down a candlelit hall.

A smirk covered his face. "I think he would merely shake his head and sigh. The truth is, I would rather have you to myself right now, without sharing with Boromir. Once you and I are better friends, then I might perhaps let him in on the idea."

She grinned as he opened the door to his room and motioned her inside. "But Elessar..." she started.

"Aragorn is something entirely different. I would rather he not find out until he is in a better state of mind. You understand." He motioned for her to give him her cloak.

She nodded. "I do." Slipping the garment from her shoulders, she handed it to Faramir. Looking around the room as he hung it up, Idril decided to move the topic to something less serious. "You have a lovely room, Faramir."

He followed the direction of her gaze. "Thank you. That means much, coming from an elf."

She looked at him with a glint in her eye. "Half-elf. Remember, some days my taste is most likely only as good as your local art vendor."

"Ouch," he grinned, pulling out a chair at the table and offering her to sit, "Well, I suppose you would know. was was your day in Minas Tirith, by the way?"

She took the seat and watched as he sat across from her. On the table was an assortment of fruits and breads and cheese. "Pleasant enough."

"Not the rousing narrative I was hoping for," he replied, pouring wine into their goblets.

"But neither the terrifying account of evil you feared, am I right?" His expression gave her the answer she expected. "I expected that the people of your city would hate me, but I think theuld uld just rather convince themselves that I don't even exist."

"I suppose there are worse things," he offered.

She took a drink of wine and nodded. "Yes. Being ignored has its good points."

"To being ignored," said Faramir, raising his glass. Idril grinned and touched her rim to his, causing the glass to chime in the midst of the quiet. They both took a sip and he added, "You can get away with muchyou you are not noticed."

"You speak the truth." Idril felt her spirits rising as the evening continued on. The food was fresh and satisfied her hunger well, and she grew increasingly convinced that Faramir would make a welcome friend. Near the end of the evening, when they had retreated to a soft bench located by the fire, Idril eyed the Captain with a certainty in her heart.

She set down her now-empty goblet on a table in front of the sofa. "Would you like another d?" a?" asked Faramir, pausing his story about his first meeting with elves.

"No, thank you," she responded.

He looked at his own glass, which was still half-full, and set it down on the table beside hers. "I see you do hold your liquor well. Feeling affected at all?"

"Not at all," she grinned, being completely honest. "And you?"

He leaned back and smiled. "I feel pleasantly warm, but I don't think I'm in any way impaired."

Idril narrowed her eyes and leaned forward conspiringly. "I'm glad to hear that, because I would hate for this evening to end on a weak note."

"Is that so?" he laughed, "Well, I would hate to disappoint."

"I thought you might." Looking him over, Idril licked her lips and decided to be serious. "Faramir, am I wrong in thinking you might want this night to end the same way I do?"

He blinked several times, as though unsure how to answer. "To be honest, I'm not quite sure how you want it to end."

Biting her lip, she slid down the bench until she was sitting right beside him. Looking over his face, she breathed, "Like this," then leaned down and brushed a kiss across his lips.

The effect was immediately evident, as Faramir seemed to move along with her when she pulled back. "It seems you are not wrong," he replied, moving his eyes down her face to her lips. "Are you certain?"

She nodded. He did not ask again, instead seeking out her lips to kiss deeply. His mouth tasted like wine and warmth as he cupped her face with his hands and held her, plunging his tongue into the darkness of her mouth.

Idril's mind spun. She had been kissed before, but never had it been so hungry. Faramir bit ar lir lips as he smoothed his hands down her neck and chest, resting his palms on her waist. Feeling suddenly very warm, Idril inhaled sharply and pulled back.

His blue eyes were half-lidded as he looked at her in concern. "What's wrong?"

Chest heaving with panted breaths, Idril took his hands in hers and stood. "I want to go to your bed."

He rosd tod took her to the room that she had not yet seen. Faramir left her in the doorway for a moment while he lit candles around the bed, which in turn lit each surface with a flickering gleam. The illumination only added to the needful burn she felt inside her body as he came back towards her.

Gathering her in his arms, Faramir pulled her against his body and kissed her again, igniting the spark of their desire. She did not hold back as he explored her heat, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body against his. He was soft and flushed, a reaction that she had caused. It made her tingle to think she was the cause of his want.

Slowly they made their way towards the bed and soon Idril felt the edge of it at the back of her legs. He did not lower her down, though, instead choosing to disrobe her body. Faramir's nimble fingers plucked each button that held her dress to her, and as he pulled back to watch what he was doing, Idril bit her lip and felt herself grow with excitement as the dress became more and more loose.

Moving his hands to her shoulders, Faramir slid the fabric down her arms and off her body. The dress fell to the floor and Idril stood bare before him. A slight chill covered her skin.

"Beautiful," he murmured, looking down her body appreciatively. Idril could feel herself blush as she adjusted her footing. He smiled softly. "Are you nervous?"

"No," she breathed, touching his tunic and fingering thringrings. "I only anticipate."

He grinned and brushed a finger along her ear, then moved his hand along her dark hair. "Your braids," he said, sliding his palm along one, "May I remove them?"

She nodded. Touching her shoulder, he turned her so she faced the bed. Her eyelashes fluttered to her cheeks as she concentrated on the feeling of him undoing the ties in her hair. His warm fingers smoothed through the strands, causing a softness to trickle over her bare shoulders. When he leaned down to inhale the scent of her, she trembled.

Holding her close to him, he gently kissed her neck and on along her shoulder, biting tenderly at the skin. He held her arms as she leaned back into his embrace, then slid one hand along her abdomen, rubbing with intention. Valanwen closed her eyes and allowed him to touch her body, finding herself growing with need as he swept across every inch of flesh. When he raised his hand to her breast and cupped it, squeezing softly, she let out a whimper of approval.

"Lie back on the bed," he said, removing his hands. She turned and sat down, looking up as he began to disrobe. He grinned as she slid back on the bed and watched his movements closely.

Idril raised an eyebrow as he removed his tunic, then pulled his belt from the hoops. "You wear far too many layers, Captain," she grinned, leaning back on her elbows.

"Something I will remedy next time," he replied, stepping out of his trousers. When he was nude, he climbed upon the bed beside her and touched the band of the lace that covered her lower body. "Perhaps these should go, so we can be on equal ground."

Idril nodded and laid back, allowing him to slide the garment from her hips and down her legs. When he discarded the clothing and came back towards her, she ed hed him down into a kiss.

He returned the action full-force, sucking and plundering the depths of her mouth. She moaned softly when he pulled away and began pressing kisses to her jaw and down her neck, running his soft lips over her collarbone and to her breasts. She arched uncontrollably when he nipped at the upraised flesh of one with his mouth and gently twisted the other with his fingers. He alternated with heavy, delicate petting and hungry bites, always lapping with his strong tongue afterwards to take away the sting. Idril ran a hand into his hair as she moaned against the act being performed on her. When he smoothed a palm down her side, she jumped.

"Faramir," she breathed, and he raised his head to look at her. She smiled impishly down at him. "That tickles."

He grinned and pinched her skin lightly. When she jumped again and swatted his hand away, he laughed. "A ticklish elf. I would not have guessed."

Idril tried to sit up but he held her down by the shoulder and moved up her body. "Any more of that, Captain, and you will get nothing tonight."

He grinned and pressed a kiss to her lips. "Worry not, my love. I would rather have you jerking in my arms for a different reason."

An eyebrow raised at his reply, she said, "What reason would that be?"

He lowered his mouth to her ear and breathed, "Infinite bliss."

Idril shivered and licked her lips. "I might like that."

Faramir's mouth closed in over the soft skin of her neck. She sighed and ran her hands over his back as he sucked gently. Her flesh warmed as he raised her arms up over her head and entwined his fingers in hers, holding tight as he marked her thoroughly.

Bending her knees, she ran her foot along his calf and stirred him into moving his kiss from her neck to her mouth. Idril met his hungry caress and managed to pull her hands from his grasp, snaking them around his body and pulling him closer. She felt him shift and part her legs, then felt his hardness touch her opening.

He looked down at her, his breathing heavy. Without speaking, he entered her body slowly and watched Idril struggle with the sensation. When he had buried himself within her fully, Faramir closed his eyes and groaned, placing a soft kiss on her red lips.

Beginning a slow, paced movement, he brought his hips back and then pushed forward again. Idril blinked rapidly and whimpered, tightening her legs around his hips and unconsciously arching into his thrusts. The feeling overwhelmed her and caused her to hiss in a breath each time he brought his pelvis against hers.

Faramir began to lose himself in the act. She could feel in his increased speed, in the way he placed his hands on either side of her to keep himself steady, in the way his head began dropping to her shoulder. All this only served to increase Idril's pleasure, and she couldn't help but vocalize it when he moved against her roughly. Her legs began to feel numb from clenching his body.

The tension within her came to a climax. Moaning out his name, Idril succumbed to the inevitable and shook against him, arching back as he continued driving into her hips. Faramir's own movements became an afterthought as she fell into bliss. Soon, he fell against her, panting.

A tired hand ran though his hair as a few moments passed. "That was not what I had expected," she said, smoothing a hand over his moist shoulder.

With much difficulty, he pushed himself up on his elbows and frowned at her. "What do you mean?"

She smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. "I did not think it would be so intense."

Confusion was apparent on his face. "You didn't think sex would be intense?" When she shook her head, his expression turned into one of surprise. "Were you a virgin?"

"I thought you would have guessed." When he didn't reply, she asked, "Does that bother you?"

"No, not at all," he said, rolling off of her. She grinned when he pulled her back, holding her body against his and resting his chin on her shoulder. "I'm just wondering if I did anything improper for a young lady's first time."

She closed her eyes, the warmth of his body making her drowsy. "Mmmm..not at all." His fingers brushed against her abdomen. With a squeak, she jerked her eyes open and grabbed at his hand. "Except that."

Faramir laughed. "I understand. No tickling."

Minutes passed. As she rested there, on the cusp of sleeping, Idril suddenly felt a wave of anxiety. She could feel Faramir's breng bng become deep and melodic, and knew that he had fallen asleep. It surprised and scared her, the realization that she had just been laughing with someone. She couldn't remember the last time she had laughed and really meant it. This was all so new to her, and it made her nervous with excitement. A vague feeling of guilt washed over her as Elrond and Legolas entered her mind. Aragorn as well. Cuddling closer against Faramir, she closed her eyes and tried to find rest away from any thought that was not peaceful.

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TBC