Faramirs haunts

I don't own any of these characters, and I make no money off of my stories, there just hear to be read. Wrote this story mostly because I was bored, and I have yet to read (other than my own) a story with Faramir being corrupted. If you don't like this sort of thing, that’s fines with me, but clearly you’re in the wrong place if you don't.

Faramir tried to look away... to take his eyes off the small halfling, but he couldn’t. He had been memorized by the creature ever since he had first looked into those azure eyes. He shook his head, this was wrong, surely some evil was playing tricks with his mind. And yet.... Was it wrong? The halfling had starred at him a lot. Did he perhaps want it? ‘Of course he doesn’t, he was starring out of fear he doesn’t even think of you that way.’ Faramir blinked. A great ring of gold surrounded by fire was burned into his vision. All around him, other then that creatures- gollum’s - muttering he could hear the steady breathing of his men and, if he listened closely, the breathing of the halflings who were engulfed in sleep. Why was it he couldn’t sleep? He blinked again and shook his head, trying to get the burning ring out of his mind. He turned his thoughts to the conversation he’d had with the halflings -
“My men tell me you are orc spies” he had said when the halflings blind folds had been removed and they were standing before him.
“Spies?” The bigger halfling had exclaimed “now wait just a minute!”
“Well if your not spies then who are you?” At this point the bigger halfling had turned to the smaller one - ass if unsure of what to say, or even to answer at all - and it became quite clear who the leader of the two little creatures were. Then the smaller on spoke - he looked weary, almost sickly, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.... And yet... defiance and anger. He was clearly trying to be polite though something was paining him and he was angry with us for capturing him and his companion. “We are hobbits of the Shire.” He said “Frodo Baggins is my name, and this is Samwise Gamgee.” He nodded slightly towards the other one who was now glaring at me. I recalled how he had tried to attack our men, though there were twice as many and twice his size, when we captured his master. “Your bodyguard?” I said with a hardly noticeable smirk. The bigger of the two - Sam - glowered. “His gardener”
“And where is your skulking friend? That gangly creature - ha had an ill-favoured look about him.” At this point I saw a faint glimpse of trouble pass over the smaller one’s - Frodo’s - face. “There was no other” at this point Sam cast a glance at him but said nothing, and I knew they lied to me, for that part anyway. There seemed to be a trustworthy feeling around them. “We set out from Rivendel with seven companions. One we lost in Moria. Two were my kin, a dwarf and an elf there was also, and two men. Aragorn son of Arathorn, and Boromir of Gondor.” At this point my heart fell. “You were a friend of Boromir’s?” The halfling looked slightly worried by this question “yes, for my part.”
“It will grieve you then to learn that he is dead?”
“Dead? How, when?”
“As one of his companions, I hoped you would tell me.” The halfling looked sad and troubled, but my heart was grieving and I felt anger towards the creature that I could not explain. “He was my brother.”
At this point the golden circle came back into my vision and the fire burned so brightly I feared it would scorch my eyes. Then a voice inside me spoke. A voice I knew, and had never thought to hear again.
‘He killed me little brother. He lied to you about not knowing of my death.’ He was surprised enough to hear Boromir’s voice, but to hear him say this? And yet.... It made sense...
‘Will you not avenge me little brother? When I avenged you so many times from our father, will you not now avenge my d? Wi? Will you not make this miserable creature pay?’ Then he spoke - or rather thought - back to the voice. ‘I am bringing them to Minas Tirith; I am giving the Ring to our father, is that not enough? It will save Gondor and then these creatures will go into the jail.’
‘That help’s Gondor indeed and it will please our father, but how will that avenge me? The halfling will go to prison where he will rot away, but he will never have to feel the pain I felt, never have to suffer the way I did. It is not enough to avenge me brother.’
‘Then what will? You know I would do most anything to please you and to avenge you, but you know I am not cruel, what would you have me do?’
‘A compromise. Take what you want from the halfling, you will pleasure yourself anu wiu will avenge me. Unless of course... you are not willing to avenge me...’ The voice faltered for a moment, and Faramir felt desperate to get it back. ‘Will you avenge me Faramir? Will you avenge your older brother?’
Faramir was worried. If he said no what would his brother do and feel. If he did it he would pleasure himself, avenge his brother, but hurt the halfling. Before he had made up his mind he heard himself answering ‘yes, I will avenge you brother.’
He got up and, silently, walked over to the two small sleeping forms that were Frodo and Sam. He carefully bent over the smallest one - he knew even the slightest out of turn sound would wake up the bigger one - and covered his tiny mouth with his hand. Frodo’s eyes fluttered open and the blue orbs gazed at him in mute fear. Faramir put a finger to his lips and made a cutting motion at his throat gesturing to Sam. Frodo clearly got the message because his eyes filled with despair and oddeodded against Faramir’s hand. Faramir let go of Frodo’s mouth and gestured for him to follow. The halfling did so, so quietly Faramir wondered if he was still breathing. He led Frodo out of the cave and carefully down the steps. The halfling looked around at the waterfall and the pool below. When they came to the bottom of the steps Faramir walked off the path and into the brush. *** Frodo hesitated. Was this man just leading him off into the brush and then planning on killing him and taking the Ring when they were beyond reach of help? Faramir came back and motioned for Frodo to follow. Frodo wasn’t sure how far they walked or for how long but he nearly ran into the man in front of him when they finally stopped. The man turned to Frodo and the first thing Frodo noticed was a strange glint in his eye. He had seen it before! When Boromir had tried to take the Ring. The halfling backed away, fear and distress showing in his face as he prepared to run, or fight if it came to that. But then he remembered what Faramir had told him in the cave, or rather signalled to him. - Keep quiet and come or I’ll kill Sam. - Frodo didn’t know what to do. He was startled when the man suddenly lunged at him and knocked him to the ground. He began to rub Frodo all over his body and in his hair. Frodo suddenly understood what he was going to do to him and why he needed secrecy. ‘Faramir no, please n--’ His plea was cut short by a hard slap across his face. ‘Keep quiet or you’ll pay for it!’ The man growled at him. He began undoing Frodo's tunic, bruising the skin that his fingers met. When he got this open he kissed Frodo along his jaw line and on his collarbone. Frodo felt lips slowly move down his chest. He nearly cried out, and his body shuddered - not in enjoyment - when a tongue came out and circled his nipple. Faramir laughed at the response and continued what he was doing. Frodo tried not to concentrate on it and moved one of his hands up to the welt on his face. *** Faramir noticed this motion and slapped Frodo again. He grabbed the halflings hands and yanked them above Frodo’s head. He was surprised that the halfling wasn’t crying as he had expected. Frodo merely lay there trembling from head to foot not making a sound and not putting up a struggle. This creature cared dearly for his friend’s safety that was clear. Faramir starred at the creature trembling before him and a battle started in his head. The gold ring went a little paler as though it was starting to disappear. ‘What am I doing? Did I not swear to protect all innocent things that I could? And here I am torturing a defenceless halfling in one of the worst ways imaginable, to avenge my dead brother, whom I can’t even be sure died from this creature. Why is this little one so far from home with the darkest weapon of all of middle earth? Why would he leave his home to come so close to Mordor with such a thing?’ Then another voice in him spoke, it still sounded like his own but it had a different point to make to him in the argument. ‘Maybe he was bringing the Ring to Sauron. Maybe to get protection for himself and his people - let the rest of the races, the men who had defended there land’s for so long, suffer who cares as long as his people were safe.’ Both the voices made sense. ‘But if he was bringing it to Mordor then we could just take it from him and hold him prisoner like before. And what if what he speaks is true? That he left from Rivendel to destroy the Ring with seven other companions. If he had two strong men with him an elf and a dwarf, there must be some reason why such a powerful weapon was entrusted to the small creature ’ The other voice was silent. He was about to get up when he heard, again, Boromir’s voice. ‘So that’s it brother is it then? You will let a traitor to men, and my bane go unpunished, unhurt. I was shot by three arrows brother, and still my death was dragged out in pain and suffering - yet you would let the creature who caused such a death go without mark?’ Faramir was silent, tears started to fill in his eyes, but he blinked them back. ‘Finish brother, finish what you started.’ Faramir’s voice finally spoke ‘you’re right brother, this creature deserves worse pain then this, but thiswhatwhat he will get for causing you such a horrid death.’ The Ring before his eyes brightened again. *** Frodo starred at the man who was sitting atop his legs. He had been silent, unmoving for quite a while. Frodo saw the glint lessen for a time. He saw tears come to the man’s eyes, and was almost hopeful that he had changed his mind. But no. Soon enough the was glaring at Frodo as if he was the vilest thing that ever walked the earth, the glint was back in his eye - brighter then before - and he was bac back overtop of Frodo. Frodo wouldn’t blame this man after words, no - though he would never be able to look at him again - he knew it was the Ring that had corrupted him. He realised that any man who knew about it, other then Aragorn would be corrupted just by being in its presence, and even Aragorn might be corrupted if he had it in his hand. Frodo was the only one who would make it to Mount Doom without falling under the Rings power for the simple fact that he didn’t want the Ring. It called to him, it had silently, secretly tortured him for nearly thirty years, and he didn’t want that anymore. He didn’t want it to hurt anyone else either. He needed something to take his mind off what was happening to him, and saw an interesting shaped pattern in the tree bark. It looked sort of like an eagle soaring through the air. He became aware that Faramir had gotten off him, and he looked up - knowing, even in his innocence, that that could not have been it - and saw Faramir had stood up to take of his own shirt and trousers. When he was finished he came back down and began to unlace Frodo’s breeches. He pulled at the laces, frustrated, until at last they came free. He pulled the breeches down off Frodo’s leg so that now, all that Frodo was wearing was the chain that held the Ring. The Ring was burning hot on Frodo’s chest, so hot Frodo was sure it would burn him. He restrained himself from begging Faramir to stop when the man lowered himself onto Frodo and his hardness pressed against Frodo. Frodo’s own was limp but that didn’t appear to bother Faramir, not in the slightest. He began to move up and down over Frodo kissing him all over. Frodo didn’t concentrate on this much, as he was having a hard enough time trying to breathe. Frodo thought it must have at least been half an hour, - and thought Faramir was done - when the man stopped rubbing against him, and groaning. Frodo knew he was wrong when he saw that Faramir was still hard, and that he still had that glint in his eye. Frodo starred at him with questioning and terrified eyes, he had no idea what was going on, or what Faramir was going to do to him. He felt Faramir’s hardness pressing into his thighs. Frodo’s fingers tangled in the Ring’s chain as he wondered what was going to happen to him. Without warning Faramir suddenly lunged forward, entering into Frodo. Frodo bit his tongue so hard it bled, just to keep him self from screaming out in agony. He emitted a rather loud whimper, which earned him another hard slap on the cheek. He had never known agony like this in his life, and had never expected men to do such cruel things to other men when they loved them. He knew Faramir didn’t love him, but would this be what he would do to a man he did love? Frodo had to bite his lip - as his tongue was to sore - to keep from screaming as Faramir moved his hips up and down, still inside Frodo. Frodo’s hands slipped down the chain of the Ring. Perhaps he should put it on, disappear and escape. He considered this but then he remembered the conversation he’d had with Sam.
“We’ve got to get out of here” Sam had said to him. “You go, go now.” Frodo had looked at him with sad distant eyes. “Use the Ring Mr. Frodo, just this once. You can do it Mr. Frodo. Put it on, disappear.”
“I can’t Sam” Frodo had said to him, speaking as if from a far off place. He knew if he used the Ring, Sauron would find him, and orcs and other dark creatures would be there in a blink of an eye to take him back to Mordor. “You were right Sam. The Ring is taking me. If I put it on...He’ll find me. He’ll see!”
He was pulled out of his thoughts by another sharp thrust, causing his insides to scream in agony. The shuddering body and the amount of blood spewing out of him were pretty much the only signs of how much pain Frodo was in. Frodo then realised that even if he put the Ring on, he couldn’t escape. Faramir was inside him and on top of him. He would have to wait for Faramir to finish. Still his hands strayed down to fiddle with the Ring as he often did now, though he knew it was a sign that the Ring was trying to take over him, and slowly succeeding. *** Faramir saw Frodo’s hands playing with the Ring and suddenly he understood. He pulled out of Frodo and stood up as fast as he could, causing a loud whimper to emit from theken ken creature before him. The Ring and fire slowly lifted from his eyes. The Ring! The Ring had used him to get to the poor creature, but luckily it had failed, for Frodo had not put the Ring on. Faramir suddenly realised why the Ring was entrusted to such a small weak creature. He was not weak at all. He was the only one out an elf a dwarf and three men as it is, who appeared to have the strength to fight the Ring’s call. There were unshed tears of pain and anguish in the halflings eyes, causing Faramir’s own tears to spill out. ‘Frodo.... I’m so sorry. I see now why you were entrusted to the Ring. It corrupts the hearts of others far too easily.’ Frodo looked up at him. Blood trickled out of his mouth, but he wiped it away. ‘What had caused the halflings mouth to bleed?’ He realised that Frodo had bitten his lip and tongue to keep from screaming, and that made him feel even worse. Faramir didn’t know what else he was to say. He silently dressed. Frodo got up and fresh blood spilled down his thighs and onto his calves. Faramir searched his pockets desperately and found a cloth. ‘You can bath in the pool if you wish’ he said going against his own orders. He had to at least help the creature hide this from Sam, whom he would undoubtedly want to hide it from. Frodo looked at Faramir. I’ll go up and get towels for you to dry yourself with and I'll make sure no one sees you in the pool. Frodo nodded and picked up his clothes. He slowly followed Faramir back to the pool. Faramir told him to wait in the brush as he went up to get towels. It was still very early in the morning and no one was up. He crept around the sleeping bodies and grabbed so towels for Frodo. He came back down the steps and left the towels there before climbing back up to stand watch. *** Frodo cautiously climbed into the pool. The water wasn’t cold to his surprise and he wondered why? He let the water slowly wash the blood off his body, ignoring the cloth Faramir had given him. When all the blood was gone he climbed out and tried his lower body off - as that was the only area he’d gotten wet. He dressed and climbed back up the steps, bringing the towels and cloth with him. He handed them to Faramir without looking at him, and went to go back to his sleeping place. He felt a hand on his shoulder and knew Faramir was looking for words to explain how sorry he was. ‘I know that it was not you, but the Ring. I would not bring you more shame by telling your men or anyone what you have done, for you already have to live with it yourself. I know that while the Ring used your body to rape me, it also raped your mind. You will forever be corrupted by the Ring and tortured by it if it stays in existence.... As Boromir was.’ He shrugged the hand off his shoulder and walked back over to his sleeping space. He thought he had gotten the message through to Faramir that the Ring could not go to Gondor and would corrupt the hearts of any that came across it. He would not make Faramir suffer more for what the Ring had done. Now he had to try to live with it himself. He curled up with his back to Sam as silent tears slid down his face.

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***That's the end of this story, don't care if you like it or not as it don't make that big a difference to me or effect me in any real way. You want to review that's fine by me; whether you compliment or degrade makes no difference. So if your not reviewing this story, or reading it, then there's no point in you being here, im sure you've got better things to do with your time, besides there's plenty of other stories out there, way better than mine im sure.