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Adult +
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Chapter 6
Title: Leaving You Behind 6
Author: Sivan Shemesh
Beta: Tinorial Peredhil
Disclaimer and summary could be found in previous chapters...
6.
Mirkwood
Thranduil scanned the man's face and said, “Come, we are leaving.”
“Leaving? Where are we going, Thranduil?” Aragorn asked wondered.
“Back to Imladris,” Thranduil answered, seeing the man's reaction. Aragorn stood there, frozen in place, frowning like a statue. The king continued kindly, “He is your father; he loves you. I am guessing that he mightbe going througha hard time, as you and the twins left the house.”
Aragorn’s gray eyes scanned the king, noticed the calm mask on the king's face. “What road should we take?”the Rangerasked.
Thranduil stared at the horizon, sighed, and thenanswered, “The same road you came, and we are not going alone, my guards are coming too.”
“When do we leave?” Aragorn asked, his eyes stillset on the king.The humanfeared the meeting with his father a little, as he was still a littleupset about leaving.
Thranduil scanned the man’s face, and moved his hand to grip his companion'sshoulder, to let him know that he cared for him. “Right now,” Thranduil answered. “You have to understand that your father loves you; you are his son too. By leaving him that way, you broke his heart, and I fear for the worst.”
“Why do you fear? What could possibly be the worse?” Aragorn asked, not knowing what the king meant. As Thranduil talked, he steered his young friend toward the horses.
“Broken heart… of losing what really matters: the ones that are important to us, that keep us alive… and I hope that it is not too late.” Thranduil answered with heavy heart as he glanced at Aragorn.
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Lothlórien
“Now, do you wish to tell me, from the beginning, why your father banished you in the first place?” Galadriel asked, as she stared at the young twin with curiosity etched into her fair features, hoping to find some explanation to all of this.
Elrohir stared at the floor; he was too ashamed to look into his grandmother’s eyes as said the words.
“Elrohir, look at me!” Galadriel demanded when she saw where the young one's gaze lingered.
Elrohir raised his head slowly, as he feared to face her.
“Tell me.” She softly said to him, and reached her hand outto caress his face.
“F… My Lord Elrond banished us because we assumed that Legolas was dead... two years ago…” Elrohir said, tears coming to his eyes, and he lowered his head again as he softly sobbed.
Galadriel embraced him as a motherwould her child, and guaranteed that everything would be alright, they are in good hands now.
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Imladris
Glorfindel watched his lord every single day as he feared that Elrondwould soon fade of broken heart because his family had been torn apart. the Balrog Slayer sat by Elrond's bed, speaking to him. “My lord, they will come back… please you have to have some faith and hope,” Glorfindel whispered pleadingly.
Elrond seemed grew paler day after day, and each day Glorfindel feared might be his end.
“Elrond, when your sons be back home, what would you like me to tell them, if you are gone?” Glorfindel asked wearily, and then he left the room. He had to.
After his friend left, tears fell over Elrond’s pale face, tears of loss and failure. Elrond wondered, ‘Is that what you want? If your sons comeback to you…’
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Osgiliath
2 Days later…
Groups of men had arrived. Boromir turned his head towardthe rear guards, waiting to see his brother. Boromir scanned each man, looking for Faramir. ‘Faramir, where are you?’ Boromir thought wearily, hoping that his brother was not wounded.
Boromir questioned everyone in the group to no avail. He could feel his heart beating faster and faster, like there was something that he felt about his brother, something that seemed to be very wrong.
As he finished to asking the last man, he walked over tohis horse. His mind was full of worried thoughtsabout his brother, his younger brother, that he had cared for since his mother died when Faramir was only six years old.
He really hoped that Faramir did not take their father's words seriously. Boromir tried to remember the years before-- had Denethor ever even hugged or kissed Faramir for a job well done? Boromir couldn't remember any such time.
He truly hoped that Faramir was not hurt, because he now made a promise to himself to let their father know that Faramir is his son and needs the same care and love that he, Boromir, receives. He also promised himself to watch Faramir's back, not to let the youngerman out of his sight, as he truly loved his brother.
Boromir mounted his horse and ordered to the group to stay alert while hewent in search of his brother.
While Boromir rode he remembered the words that would always make his brother cry. “That will depend on the manner of your return.”
Boromir could see the agonizingtears burst from his brother in his mind's eye. It seemed to him that their father did not wish for Faramir to live, as if he would be better dead than alive.
It tore Boromir’s heart; one side of him wanted to yell at his father for these words, and his other side wanted to comfort his brother. He did not know what he should do first.
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“Boromir?” Faramir asked in surprise. The younger man wondered why his brother was there all alone and where the other men were.
The leader held Faramir and asked him, “Who is this?”
“This is Boromir, my brother, the worthy one,” Faramir answered, choking downthe tears and shame. He swallowed and added, “He is the one that my father loves most of all.”
The leader stared of him with a large grin and released Faramir to his guards until Denethor appeared. ‘Now things will turn upside down…’ he thought.
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“Lárimsë!” the leader called.
Lárimsë was his second in command. He had found that elf five years ago, abandoned near Nimrodel River, covered with bruises. In first he thought that the elf was dead, as the elf was paler than the moonlight due to a great loss of blood, but after he took a look at him and checked him, the elf was alive, albeit sore.
Lárimsë walked over tohis leader.
The leader pointed him towardBoromirand requested, “Catch this man, but hide him from the one we caught before, we need him too.”
Lárimsë nodded and took a company with him, to catch the one that the leader asked him to. Few minutes later, Boromir was caught, and was taken elsewhere away from Faramir.
The group thenwaited for the father, Denethor,to show up. They wanted to catch him too.
Lárimsë stood behind his fearless leader, looking for more instruction. The leader turned to his second in command, and Lárimsë could see that the finger his leader pointed at Faramir meant that he wanted the man to be brought over. Lárimsë did as he was told, and went to bring the young man.
The leader took the young man and asked him if he had just seen dressed in black clothes arrive. “Is this the one you call ‘father’?”
Faramir nodded, as it was to him hard to answer, and it was.He had no emotion of love toward him, nor did he think that he could ever love his father in the same way that he loved his brother.
“Lárimsë,” Nũmēnald called.
Lárimsë stared at his leader and took several elves and men with him.
Nũmēnald clasped his hands to Faramir’s shoulders and said softly very softly, “You will be loved once again, and if your father does not love you, or neither your brother, you can join us, for with us, everyone is a worthy.”
Faramir nodded as he stared the leader of the group. Then he turned his gazetoward the ground, not yet convinced.
Nũmēnald put his fingerunder Faramir's chinand lifted the young man’s head. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, Lord Faramir.”
“Nũmēnald?” Lárimsë called suddenly.
“Think about that, young one,” Nũmēnald said at him, and then he turned to Lárimsë. “Have you caught him?”
Lárimsë nodded, and pointed to where he put him. “Over there!”
“Good… now I will know for certain who is worthy in this family, and who deserves to die. Hannon-le, Lárimsë," Nũmēnald thanked him.
Nũmēnald glared with his black eyes at Denethor, the steward of Gondor, his gaze like a thousand daggers ready to go in for the kill. The leader walkedtoward Denethor and then said to the rest of his group, “Bring the others, and we will make this a judgment day.”
Soon, Boromir and Faramir facing each other, they saw their father too.
“You, stand!” Nũmēnald called to Boromir, as Denethor and Faramir knelt side by side.
Boromir did as he was told and glared fearfully at the elf that gave the orders.
“Only you have the power to decide…” Nũmēnald began to say, but he was cut off by Boromir.
“Decide what exactly?” Boromir asked, a note of panic in his voice.
“Decide who will live, and who will die.” Nũmēnald answered and then he nodded at his second in command.
Lárimsë noticed the nod that his leader gave him and pointed his sword into Boromir’s back, letting him know that his fate would be judged as well.
Boromir could feel the cold steel in his back, and lay his eyes over his brother and father, not certain what he should answer. He loved them both, but knew that he should make a choice-- a choice that wouldcost a life.
But what will he choose? Who will deserve to live? And who to die?
End of Chapter 6.
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So... what is your guess? Who will he choose? Evil grin...
Author: Sivan Shemesh
Beta: Tinorial Peredhil
Disclaimer and summary could be found in previous chapters...
6.
Mirkwood
Thranduil scanned the man's face and said, “Come, we are leaving.”
“Leaving? Where are we going, Thranduil?” Aragorn asked wondered.
“Back to Imladris,” Thranduil answered, seeing the man's reaction. Aragorn stood there, frozen in place, frowning like a statue. The king continued kindly, “He is your father; he loves you. I am guessing that he mightbe going througha hard time, as you and the twins left the house.”
Aragorn’s gray eyes scanned the king, noticed the calm mask on the king's face. “What road should we take?”the Rangerasked.
Thranduil stared at the horizon, sighed, and thenanswered, “The same road you came, and we are not going alone, my guards are coming too.”
“When do we leave?” Aragorn asked, his eyes stillset on the king.The humanfeared the meeting with his father a little, as he was still a littleupset about leaving.
Thranduil scanned the man’s face, and moved his hand to grip his companion'sshoulder, to let him know that he cared for him. “Right now,” Thranduil answered. “You have to understand that your father loves you; you are his son too. By leaving him that way, you broke his heart, and I fear for the worst.”
“Why do you fear? What could possibly be the worse?” Aragorn asked, not knowing what the king meant. As Thranduil talked, he steered his young friend toward the horses.
“Broken heart… of losing what really matters: the ones that are important to us, that keep us alive… and I hope that it is not too late.” Thranduil answered with heavy heart as he glanced at Aragorn.
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Lothlórien
“Now, do you wish to tell me, from the beginning, why your father banished you in the first place?” Galadriel asked, as she stared at the young twin with curiosity etched into her fair features, hoping to find some explanation to all of this.
Elrohir stared at the floor; he was too ashamed to look into his grandmother’s eyes as said the words.
“Elrohir, look at me!” Galadriel demanded when she saw where the young one's gaze lingered.
Elrohir raised his head slowly, as he feared to face her.
“Tell me.” She softly said to him, and reached her hand outto caress his face.
“F… My Lord Elrond banished us because we assumed that Legolas was dead... two years ago…” Elrohir said, tears coming to his eyes, and he lowered his head again as he softly sobbed.
Galadriel embraced him as a motherwould her child, and guaranteed that everything would be alright, they are in good hands now.
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Imladris
Glorfindel watched his lord every single day as he feared that Elrondwould soon fade of broken heart because his family had been torn apart. the Balrog Slayer sat by Elrond's bed, speaking to him. “My lord, they will come back… please you have to have some faith and hope,” Glorfindel whispered pleadingly.
Elrond seemed grew paler day after day, and each day Glorfindel feared might be his end.
“Elrond, when your sons be back home, what would you like me to tell them, if you are gone?” Glorfindel asked wearily, and then he left the room. He had to.
After his friend left, tears fell over Elrond’s pale face, tears of loss and failure. Elrond wondered, ‘Is that what you want? If your sons comeback to you…’
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Osgiliath
2 Days later…
Groups of men had arrived. Boromir turned his head towardthe rear guards, waiting to see his brother. Boromir scanned each man, looking for Faramir. ‘Faramir, where are you?’ Boromir thought wearily, hoping that his brother was not wounded.
Boromir questioned everyone in the group to no avail. He could feel his heart beating faster and faster, like there was something that he felt about his brother, something that seemed to be very wrong.
As he finished to asking the last man, he walked over tohis horse. His mind was full of worried thoughtsabout his brother, his younger brother, that he had cared for since his mother died when Faramir was only six years old.
He really hoped that Faramir did not take their father's words seriously. Boromir tried to remember the years before-- had Denethor ever even hugged or kissed Faramir for a job well done? Boromir couldn't remember any such time.
He truly hoped that Faramir was not hurt, because he now made a promise to himself to let their father know that Faramir is his son and needs the same care and love that he, Boromir, receives. He also promised himself to watch Faramir's back, not to let the youngerman out of his sight, as he truly loved his brother.
Boromir mounted his horse and ordered to the group to stay alert while hewent in search of his brother.
While Boromir rode he remembered the words that would always make his brother cry. “That will depend on the manner of your return.”
Boromir could see the agonizingtears burst from his brother in his mind's eye. It seemed to him that their father did not wish for Faramir to live, as if he would be better dead than alive.
It tore Boromir’s heart; one side of him wanted to yell at his father for these words, and his other side wanted to comfort his brother. He did not know what he should do first.
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“Boromir?” Faramir asked in surprise. The younger man wondered why his brother was there all alone and where the other men were.
The leader held Faramir and asked him, “Who is this?”
“This is Boromir, my brother, the worthy one,” Faramir answered, choking downthe tears and shame. He swallowed and added, “He is the one that my father loves most of all.”
The leader stared of him with a large grin and released Faramir to his guards until Denethor appeared. ‘Now things will turn upside down…’ he thought.
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“Lárimsë!” the leader called.
Lárimsë was his second in command. He had found that elf five years ago, abandoned near Nimrodel River, covered with bruises. In first he thought that the elf was dead, as the elf was paler than the moonlight due to a great loss of blood, but after he took a look at him and checked him, the elf was alive, albeit sore.
Lárimsë walked over tohis leader.
The leader pointed him towardBoromirand requested, “Catch this man, but hide him from the one we caught before, we need him too.”
Lárimsë nodded and took a company with him, to catch the one that the leader asked him to. Few minutes later, Boromir was caught, and was taken elsewhere away from Faramir.
The group thenwaited for the father, Denethor,to show up. They wanted to catch him too.
Lárimsë stood behind his fearless leader, looking for more instruction. The leader turned to his second in command, and Lárimsë could see that the finger his leader pointed at Faramir meant that he wanted the man to be brought over. Lárimsë did as he was told, and went to bring the young man.
The leader took the young man and asked him if he had just seen dressed in black clothes arrive. “Is this the one you call ‘father’?”
Faramir nodded, as it was to him hard to answer, and it was.He had no emotion of love toward him, nor did he think that he could ever love his father in the same way that he loved his brother.
“Lárimsë,” Nũmēnald called.
Lárimsë stared at his leader and took several elves and men with him.
Nũmēnald clasped his hands to Faramir’s shoulders and said softly very softly, “You will be loved once again, and if your father does not love you, or neither your brother, you can join us, for with us, everyone is a worthy.”
Faramir nodded as he stared the leader of the group. Then he turned his gazetoward the ground, not yet convinced.
Nũmēnald put his fingerunder Faramir's chinand lifted the young man’s head. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, Lord Faramir.”
“Nũmēnald?” Lárimsë called suddenly.
“Think about that, young one,” Nũmēnald said at him, and then he turned to Lárimsë. “Have you caught him?”
Lárimsë nodded, and pointed to where he put him. “Over there!”
“Good… now I will know for certain who is worthy in this family, and who deserves to die. Hannon-le, Lárimsë," Nũmēnald thanked him.
Nũmēnald glared with his black eyes at Denethor, the steward of Gondor, his gaze like a thousand daggers ready to go in for the kill. The leader walkedtoward Denethor and then said to the rest of his group, “Bring the others, and we will make this a judgment day.”
Soon, Boromir and Faramir facing each other, they saw their father too.
“You, stand!” Nũmēnald called to Boromir, as Denethor and Faramir knelt side by side.
Boromir did as he was told and glared fearfully at the elf that gave the orders.
“Only you have the power to decide…” Nũmēnald began to say, but he was cut off by Boromir.
“Decide what exactly?” Boromir asked, a note of panic in his voice.
“Decide who will live, and who will die.” Nũmēnald answered and then he nodded at his second in command.
Lárimsë noticed the nod that his leader gave him and pointed his sword into Boromir’s back, letting him know that his fate would be judged as well.
Boromir could feel the cold steel in his back, and lay his eyes over his brother and father, not certain what he should answer. He loved them both, but knew that he should make a choice-- a choice that wouldcost a life.
But what will he choose? Who will deserve to live? And who to die?
End of Chapter 6.
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So... what is your guess? Who will he choose? Evil grin...