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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
2,739
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 8
Title: Leaving You Behind 8
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta:Gilraen Aclamense
Rating: PG-13
Who is in the angst you ask: A few from each as: Aragorn, The Twins, Elrond, Thranduil, and Legolas… evil grin… plus, Faramir and Boromir and Denethor too. And don’t forget Éomer and Éowyn, their presences are needed for this story.
Warning: Angst full ahead, violence… guilt… Character death? OC’s. I forgot the tissues… so bring them on… evil grin…
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien. I just borrowed them for my own evil plans.
Spoiler: Total AU.
Note: Arwen is not in the story. Forgive me if you wished otherwise.
Summary/Teaser
There had been mistakes;
One was taken
One left behind…
Two were banished!
The Peredhil house has been wrecked…
Family’ love, trust, pride and honor seemed lost forever…
Is there any hope for an ordinary life?
8.
The way through the marshes…
Éomer followed the strong voices, as he tried to ride away from the swamps, not daring to look into the water. It made him feel sick.
He missed Rohan, he missed his uncle, he did not like to leave his home country, and yet, his uncle, King Théoden, sent him on a simple assignment, to bring his son, Théodred, home.
But the assignment was not that easy as his uncle believed. After all, he had to pass the swamps first, and then follow tracks, that in itself could be a very difficult task.
He heard about the Ranger of the North, and decided that he might need to find him and ask for his assistance to track and find his cousin as soon as possible.
He heard louder noises … and yet he did not see anything.
“W… who is there?” he asked in vacillated way fearing the unknown.
No one answered, and yet he could swear that he could still hear noises.
He stared anxiously over the fogged horizon, not daring to stare over the swamps.
He dismounted his horse, and with shaky hands he led his horse after him, as he fearfully tried to track the voices by himself.
Éomer could hear the voices more clearly, he seemed to be approaching the cause.
The scene in front of him was terrifying; he watched as bunch of men beat someone, and he dearly hoped that it was not Théodred.
He came toward the men. He took a deep breath and asked, “What is going on here?”
The men turn as one, as they stare at him with swords in their hands.
Éomer could see the shine in their swords; his eyes were wide in fear.
‘What am I going to do now?’ Éomer asked himself as he continued to stare over the swords.
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Imladris…
At night
Elrond lay on the bed dreaming. It seemed to the lords, watching him in fear that they might lose him.
They watched him as he moved his hand over the blank air, and mumbled quietly.
Erestor glanced at Lord Glorfindel.
Glorfindel stared back over him, and yet he said nothing. He opened the door and he cautiously walked outside of his lord’s room and over to his own.
Erestor stared at him with a complete shock in his eyes, he could not comprehend what he just happened. He sighed and walked to his room as well, feeling for the first time how tired he had become.
Erestor could hear someone shouting over him, as he turned around he noticed it was Lindir’s voice, which was laced with joy, calling: “Someone approaches! Someone approaches!”
“Who? Have you seen who it was?” Erestor asked, a glint of hope shinning in his eyes.
“Nay…” Lindir answered, walking back outside the house.
Erestor followed him.
“King Thranduil and Aragorn are here!” the guards announced.
Erestor smiled and bowed to the guests.
“Your Majesty it is good to see you,” Erestor greeted the king, then he turned to face Aragorn saying, “Your father missed you, go to him, save him from fading, go now… saes…”
Aragorn stared over Erestor with a complete shock on his face, seemingly stunned by the words, as he thought, ‘Is father fading because of me?’
Thranduil scanned Aragorn’s face and grew concerned, he walked closer to him and softly said, “Go… let him see that you are here…”
“Hannon-le, Thranduil.” Aragorn said running into the house.
Erestor exchanged looks between the king and Aragorn, wondering what had happened between them, but saying nothing.
“Guards!” Erestor called, as they appeared, he said, “Prepare a room for the king.”
“Hannon-le, Erestor.” Thranduil thanked him, also stepping into the house.
Erestor followed him.
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Lothlórien
“Do you love your Adar gwenneth?” Galadriel asked the younger twin.
“I do, but I also fear that he will not accept me nor ‘Dan.” Elrohir answered fearfully.
“Do not let the fear conquer your body, Elrohir, in that way, you will lose everything. You must control your fear, in this you will be strong.” Galadriel gracefully said to him.
“Hannon-le,” Elrohir thanked her for her words, and then he asked with worry, “Is ‘Dan all right?”
“He is healing, and I should mention, that he misses your company… remind him of what I told you last night, as you looked into the mirror.” Galadriel reminded him, her voice ringing with the wind that blew on the younger twin’s face.
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Osgiliath
Boromir exchanged glanced between his father and brother.
He noticed how much fear Faramir had in his eyes and his brothers shaky limp, and then he turned to glance at his father.
His father still stared at him; he tried to pull away from the stare, to continue to watch over his little brother that he took care of in devotion as their mother died. But could not, his father’s stare was hard as Denethor glared deeply into his elder son.
Boromir could felt the sharp sting of the sword pushed over his chin with power, he could swear that he could smell his own blood as it started to dropped down from his clothes, he held his breath.
As the pain first started to touch his body, he lets his mind dropped over his last memory of his mother… hoped that this flash would let him know who he should choose to die, and whom to live.
Flashback
Boromir was ten years old when Finduilas, his mother died.
Faramir was only five years old when his mother died.
Boromir noticed the his little brother’s anxious face, and came to ask, what was bothering him.
“What is wrong ‘amir?” Boromir asked with concern.
“Mother died… I missed her…” Faramir cried in despair.
“I miss her too. ‘amir.” Boromir comforted his brother.
“Boromir!” Denethor called for his son.
“What is it father?” Boromir asked, looked concerned.
“Help me, my son.” Denethor answered and then with glare in his voice, he said, “Stay away from your brother, he cannot even hold a sword, you can, and that is why I need your aid.”
“But father…” Boromir tried to protest, but his father cuts him off.
“No ‘but’, now come along.” Denethor called to him with anger in his voice.
With defeat in his eyes, Boromir tried to get his brother to come with him, not wanting to leave him alone, so he demanded, “I come if Faramir comes too.”
“Fine. Now tell your brother that we need to hurry and we are not going to stop.” Denethor pejoratively said over him.
Boromir hurried over his little brother and let him know that they needed to go.
“Come ‘amir, come with me, I will take care of you.” Boromir said to his young brother softly, he truly loves him, after all, it was his little brother.
Faramir hugged his big brother, and mumbled ‘thank you’ to him.
“I love you too. Now come on, ‘amir, father is waiting.”
Faramir tried to follow his brothers lead, but every time that he took a step he found himself falling from rocks, stones, or whatever was on the path, the boy fell.
Boromir heard the yearning and whimpering from his little brother, he heard him as he cried with pain, he turned around and wanted to go, but he stopped as he noticed his father glaring hard at him.
“Forgive me Faramir.” Boromir whispered in despair as he noticed how much blood dropped from some cuts upon his younger sibling.
There was a huge length between the father and son that walked together and Faramir, who tried to follow their lead, but he found himself on the ground. He did cry, but no one came to the aid of the five year old boy.
“That is enough! What is your brother trying to do, slow me down?” Denethor grimly asked his son.
“What are you standing around for? Grab your brother!”
“Yes father.” Boromir said, and hurried with joy in his heart to his little brother.
As he approached his brother, he placed a hand on Faramir’s shoulder, the young boy pushed away from Boromir.
Boromir knelt beside the boy and tried to hold him, but Faramir did not wish for his comfort.
“Forgive me, ‘amir, I wanted to help, but father…” Boromir tried to say, hoped that his words would explained what had been going on.
“Hates me…” Faramir sadly said, not looking over his brother.
“No, he does not hate you, he…” Boromir tried to explain again only to be cut off by his brother.
“Does hate me…” Faramir repeated as tears continued to fall down his cheeks.
“Oh… Faramir…” Boromir took his sibling into his comforting embraced.
“HURRY UP, I DO NOT HAVE ALL DAY!” Denethor yelled at them as he continued walking.
“Hold me?” Faramir begged his brother as he moved his hands around his brother’s neck.
“That I will do,” Boromir assured him and then he added, “Hold me tight I am going to run now, I do not want you to fall, little brother.”
“Tight as I can ‘mir.”
Boromir ran over his father as Faramir was held in his hands. Boromir cursed himself for not checking the cuts and for not at least wiping the blood from it. Did he want his brother to be infected?
End of Flashback
“What have you decided human?” Lárimsë asked as he pushed the sword deeper and deeper into Boromir’s chin.
“Stop, please, you hurt him…” Faramir asked from them. He feared for his brother more than himself. Faramir knew how much his brother loved him and he returned that love in large amounts.
“Silence!” Lárimsë snapped, he hoped to hear what the man in front of him would decide.
“I do not have the whole day, neither to my leader and friend, now you better speak up soon human or they both will die in front of you.” Lárimsë warned him.
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Imladris
Aragorn walked over his father’s room. He let out a deep groan before he entered inside the room; he noticed the pale shade in his father’s face, the fading light in his eyes and wondered. Was he to blame of what had happened to him, to his father?
After all, he did just leave his father like that without saying anything, he just left.
“Adar…” Aragorn whispered softly as he feared to call, not knowing how his father would react.
“Who is this? I can not feel your presence…” Elrond asked, seemed surprised by his blindness as the fading might have already taken affect.
“It is I Adar, Estel…” Aragorn answered walking towards his father.
Then Aragorn could see the brighter glow suddenly appeared on his Adar’s face.
“Adar? What is it?” Aragorn asked with fear.
“Nothing ion, I am just glad that you are back, I have missed you.” Elrond answered him as he sat on the bed. He found himself staring into his son’s eyes as a smile soon covered his face.
“I missed you too Adar.” Aragorn said, and then he remembered something that he forgot to mention, “Thranduil came with me, he is here, he was worried for you.”
“Thranduil? What is he doing here?” Elrond asked with a bit of panic in his voice.
End of Chapter 8.
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Hope you love it.
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta:Gilraen Aclamense
Rating: PG-13
Who is in the angst you ask: A few from each as: Aragorn, The Twins, Elrond, Thranduil, and Legolas… evil grin… plus, Faramir and Boromir and Denethor too. And don’t forget Éomer and Éowyn, their presences are needed for this story.
Warning: Angst full ahead, violence… guilt… Character death? OC’s. I forgot the tissues… so bring them on… evil grin…
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien. I just borrowed them for my own evil plans.
Spoiler: Total AU.
Note: Arwen is not in the story. Forgive me if you wished otherwise.
There had been mistakes;
One was taken
One left behind…
Two were banished!
The Peredhil house has been wrecked…
Family’ love, trust, pride and honor seemed lost forever…
Is there any hope for an ordinary life?
8.
The way through the marshes…
Éomer followed the strong voices, as he tried to ride away from the swamps, not daring to look into the water. It made him feel sick.
He missed Rohan, he missed his uncle, he did not like to leave his home country, and yet, his uncle, King Théoden, sent him on a simple assignment, to bring his son, Théodred, home.
But the assignment was not that easy as his uncle believed. After all, he had to pass the swamps first, and then follow tracks, that in itself could be a very difficult task.
He heard about the Ranger of the North, and decided that he might need to find him and ask for his assistance to track and find his cousin as soon as possible.
He heard louder noises … and yet he did not see anything.
“W… who is there?” he asked in vacillated way fearing the unknown.
No one answered, and yet he could swear that he could still hear noises.
He stared anxiously over the fogged horizon, not daring to stare over the swamps.
He dismounted his horse, and with shaky hands he led his horse after him, as he fearfully tried to track the voices by himself.
Éomer could hear the voices more clearly, he seemed to be approaching the cause.
The scene in front of him was terrifying; he watched as bunch of men beat someone, and he dearly hoped that it was not Théodred.
He came toward the men. He took a deep breath and asked, “What is going on here?”
The men turn as one, as they stare at him with swords in their hands.
Éomer could see the shine in their swords; his eyes were wide in fear.
‘What am I going to do now?’ Éomer asked himself as he continued to stare over the swords.
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Imladris…
At night
Elrond lay on the bed dreaming. It seemed to the lords, watching him in fear that they might lose him.
They watched him as he moved his hand over the blank air, and mumbled quietly.
Erestor glanced at Lord Glorfindel.
Glorfindel stared back over him, and yet he said nothing. He opened the door and he cautiously walked outside of his lord’s room and over to his own.
Erestor stared at him with a complete shock in his eyes, he could not comprehend what he just happened. He sighed and walked to his room as well, feeling for the first time how tired he had become.
Erestor could hear someone shouting over him, as he turned around he noticed it was Lindir’s voice, which was laced with joy, calling: “Someone approaches! Someone approaches!”
“Who? Have you seen who it was?” Erestor asked, a glint of hope shinning in his eyes.
“Nay…” Lindir answered, walking back outside the house.
Erestor followed him.
“King Thranduil and Aragorn are here!” the guards announced.
Erestor smiled and bowed to the guests.
“Your Majesty it is good to see you,” Erestor greeted the king, then he turned to face Aragorn saying, “Your father missed you, go to him, save him from fading, go now… saes…”
Aragorn stared over Erestor with a complete shock on his face, seemingly stunned by the words, as he thought, ‘Is father fading because of me?’
Thranduil scanned Aragorn’s face and grew concerned, he walked closer to him and softly said, “Go… let him see that you are here…”
“Hannon-le, Thranduil.” Aragorn said running into the house.
Erestor exchanged looks between the king and Aragorn, wondering what had happened between them, but saying nothing.
“Guards!” Erestor called, as they appeared, he said, “Prepare a room for the king.”
“Hannon-le, Erestor.” Thranduil thanked him, also stepping into the house.
Erestor followed him.
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Lothlórien
“Do you love your Adar gwenneth?” Galadriel asked the younger twin.
“I do, but I also fear that he will not accept me nor ‘Dan.” Elrohir answered fearfully.
“Do not let the fear conquer your body, Elrohir, in that way, you will lose everything. You must control your fear, in this you will be strong.” Galadriel gracefully said to him.
“Hannon-le,” Elrohir thanked her for her words, and then he asked with worry, “Is ‘Dan all right?”
“He is healing, and I should mention, that he misses your company… remind him of what I told you last night, as you looked into the mirror.” Galadriel reminded him, her voice ringing with the wind that blew on the younger twin’s face.
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Osgiliath
Boromir exchanged glanced between his father and brother.
He noticed how much fear Faramir had in his eyes and his brothers shaky limp, and then he turned to glance at his father.
His father still stared at him; he tried to pull away from the stare, to continue to watch over his little brother that he took care of in devotion as their mother died. But could not, his father’s stare was hard as Denethor glared deeply into his elder son.
Boromir could felt the sharp sting of the sword pushed over his chin with power, he could swear that he could smell his own blood as it started to dropped down from his clothes, he held his breath.
As the pain first started to touch his body, he lets his mind dropped over his last memory of his mother… hoped that this flash would let him know who he should choose to die, and whom to live.
Boromir was ten years old when Finduilas, his mother died.
Faramir was only five years old when his mother died.
Boromir noticed the his little brother’s anxious face, and came to ask, what was bothering him.
“What is wrong ‘amir?” Boromir asked with concern.
“Mother died… I missed her…” Faramir cried in despair.
“I miss her too. ‘amir.” Boromir comforted his brother.
“Boromir!” Denethor called for his son.
“What is it father?” Boromir asked, looked concerned.
“Help me, my son.” Denethor answered and then with glare in his voice, he said, “Stay away from your brother, he cannot even hold a sword, you can, and that is why I need your aid.”
“But father…” Boromir tried to protest, but his father cuts him off.
“No ‘but’, now come along.” Denethor called to him with anger in his voice.
With defeat in his eyes, Boromir tried to get his brother to come with him, not wanting to leave him alone, so he demanded, “I come if Faramir comes too.”
“Fine. Now tell your brother that we need to hurry and we are not going to stop.” Denethor pejoratively said over him.
Boromir hurried over his little brother and let him know that they needed to go.
“Come ‘amir, come with me, I will take care of you.” Boromir said to his young brother softly, he truly loves him, after all, it was his little brother.
Faramir hugged his big brother, and mumbled ‘thank you’ to him.
“I love you too. Now come on, ‘amir, father is waiting.”
Faramir tried to follow his brothers lead, but every time that he took a step he found himself falling from rocks, stones, or whatever was on the path, the boy fell.
Boromir heard the yearning and whimpering from his little brother, he heard him as he cried with pain, he turned around and wanted to go, but he stopped as he noticed his father glaring hard at him.
“Forgive me Faramir.” Boromir whispered in despair as he noticed how much blood dropped from some cuts upon his younger sibling.
There was a huge length between the father and son that walked together and Faramir, who tried to follow their lead, but he found himself on the ground. He did cry, but no one came to the aid of the five year old boy.
“That is enough! What is your brother trying to do, slow me down?” Denethor grimly asked his son.
“What are you standing around for? Grab your brother!”
“Yes father.” Boromir said, and hurried with joy in his heart to his little brother.
As he approached his brother, he placed a hand on Faramir’s shoulder, the young boy pushed away from Boromir.
Boromir knelt beside the boy and tried to hold him, but Faramir did not wish for his comfort.
“Forgive me, ‘amir, I wanted to help, but father…” Boromir tried to say, hoped that his words would explained what had been going on.
“Hates me…” Faramir sadly said, not looking over his brother.
“No, he does not hate you, he…” Boromir tried to explain again only to be cut off by his brother.
“Does hate me…” Faramir repeated as tears continued to fall down his cheeks.
“Oh… Faramir…” Boromir took his sibling into his comforting embraced.
“HURRY UP, I DO NOT HAVE ALL DAY!” Denethor yelled at them as he continued walking.
“Hold me?” Faramir begged his brother as he moved his hands around his brother’s neck.
“That I will do,” Boromir assured him and then he added, “Hold me tight I am going to run now, I do not want you to fall, little brother.”
“Tight as I can ‘mir.”
Boromir ran over his father as Faramir was held in his hands. Boromir cursed himself for not checking the cuts and for not at least wiping the blood from it. Did he want his brother to be infected?
“What have you decided human?” Lárimsë asked as he pushed the sword deeper and deeper into Boromir’s chin.
“Stop, please, you hurt him…” Faramir asked from them. He feared for his brother more than himself. Faramir knew how much his brother loved him and he returned that love in large amounts.
“Silence!” Lárimsë snapped, he hoped to hear what the man in front of him would decide.
“I do not have the whole day, neither to my leader and friend, now you better speak up soon human or they both will die in front of you.” Lárimsë warned him.
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Imladris
Aragorn walked over his father’s room. He let out a deep groan before he entered inside the room; he noticed the pale shade in his father’s face, the fading light in his eyes and wondered. Was he to blame of what had happened to him, to his father?
After all, he did just leave his father like that without saying anything, he just left.
“Adar…” Aragorn whispered softly as he feared to call, not knowing how his father would react.
“Who is this? I can not feel your presence…” Elrond asked, seemed surprised by his blindness as the fading might have already taken affect.
“It is I Adar, Estel…” Aragorn answered walking towards his father.
Then Aragorn could see the brighter glow suddenly appeared on his Adar’s face.
“Adar? What is it?” Aragorn asked with fear.
“Nothing ion, I am just glad that you are back, I have missed you.” Elrond answered him as he sat on the bed. He found himself staring into his son’s eyes as a smile soon covered his face.
“I missed you too Adar.” Aragorn said, and then he remembered something that he forgot to mention, “Thranduil came with me, he is here, he was worried for you.”
“Thranduil? What is he doing here?” Elrond asked with a bit of panic in his voice.
End of Chapter 8.
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Hope you love it.