Cry for vengeance

Cry for vengeance
by Maeglin Yedi

Pairing: Faramir/Glorfindel, implied Faramir/Boromir
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Slash (male-male relationship), some angst, implied incest.
Disclaimer: All the characters from Lord of the Rings belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. I just play with them once in a while.
Setting: Post RotK, will go slightly AU from there.
Archive: http://forever-rebel.net/maeglinyedi
Feedback: most welcome, maeglin.yedi@lycos.nl

Summary: At the time he needs help the most, Faramir encounters his only chance for salvation.

A/N: This fic is part of Rhysenn´s The Alliance Challenge:
http://rhysenn.morethanart.org/lotr/alliance/


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When darkness had been defeated.
When the world had finally won.
He had lost.

The world had changed. His world was no longer the sanctuary he had grown up in. Too much was lost and could not be restored.

A new and righteous leader now ruled his homeland. A generous King who had given him a new home. But without *him* it would never be the home he so desired. Nd. d.

At night, when he sought peace but only found darkness, *he* came to him. Memories of his green eyes, focused in battle but soft and loving during their brief moments of pleasure, haunted him until he knew that he had to leave.

Leave before he would lose his last sane thoughts and drown in an ocean of painful memories and unobtainable desires.

Without him to guide and instruct.
Without the war to push him forward.
He felt lost.

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He grabbed his sword and his bow, and mounted his horse while the other inhabitants of his new home were resting peacefully during that moonless night.

He didn´t bother with food, a bedroll or even a blanket. He wasn´t going to allow himself time to eat or to rest. All he needed were his trusted weapons, which had led him through the war and had kept him alive all this time. These weapons would provide the solution for his aching heart. These weapons would slay the last of Sauron´s servants who were still scattered across Middle Earth. And he would hunt them down, every last one of them.

Because his brother had fallen by the hands of those creatures, and taking their lives would ease his pain. Killing every single dark soul that was left in Middle Earth would provide vengeance for the man he had loved and lost.

His loyal steed swiftly took him to where ever his eyes and ears led him. He crossed countless borders but ignored the lands that lay behind them. He had only one mission. One goal. And nothing could distract his focused mind.

He killed every single Orc he drove out of dark and hidden caves, hollow tree trunks and abandoned houses. And with every kill his mind grew stronger and his body weaker. He no longer counted to sunrises or the distances he traveled. Because they didn´t matter. Nothing mattered besides the lifeless bodies of the enemies he left behind whenever he moved on to find more.

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The leaves that caressed his face when he rode through a forest filled with low branches and tall trees woke him up briefly. He didn´t know where he was. All he could see were trees and a forest floor filled with fallen leaves and thick undergrowth. His horse led him on since he had dropped the reins a long time ago. His body demanded rest and his mind refused to pause. This internal battle had worn him out, together with the little amount of food he had eaten since he had set out on his mission. His body was giving up while his mind wanted to go on and never stop.

Still seated in the saddle, his mind drifted in and out of consciousness, leaving his body defenseless and weak. His strong will and his need for vengeance could no longer give him the energy he needed to go on. A fever that burned through his body made him shiver and sweat and lose focus when he tried to study his surroundings.

Darkness beckoned him. The sweet song of eternity seduced his mind with its soft and kind words. Just when he wanted to give in to the pull of oblivion, his horse suddenly stopped.

He raised his head, and could see a figure through his half opened eyes. A tall man on a horse rode towards him. His delirious mind told him that at last he had found what he was looking for. *He* had come to take him to eternity, to give him the peace he so desired.

His eyes filled with tears while his heart filled with joy. They would be united again. They would have all eternity to d tod together as brothers, as friends and as lovers.

A soft-spoken word, no more than a whisper, escaped his dry and cracked lips while his body slumped off his horse, and fell to the ground.

“...Boromir...”

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“Do not hold your sword as if you wish to caress me with it, little brother.”

“But what if I want to caress you instead of pierce you with my sword?”

“There will be time for play later. Now, pay attention. This might save your life one day and I for one would like to have you around for a long time.”


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“...Boromir...”

“Hush now, young one. Drink this. It will drive the fever from your body and give you your strength back.”

Soft hands grabbed his face and Faramir willed his eyes to open. He felt his body shiver while his unknown savior gently lifted his head up, and placed a goblet filled with something warm and spicy against his lips.

Faramir tried to look at his savior´s face. He could see light. Lots of light, but he could not make out eyes in the shining features in front of him. Perhaps his beloved brother had taken him into eternity after all. Perhaps he had found peace at last.

“Drink now.”

A soft voice. Something warm agaihis his lips, on his tongue, in his mouth. Faramir tried to swallow as much as he could, but some of the strongly scented liquid still spilled on his chin and neck. A wet cloth wiped all traces away, and a gently hand lay his head back on the ground.

Blankets. He could feel blankets around him. And still he was so cold that he was sure he would have frostbites all over his body simply from the lack of warmth. His body trembled, and his eyelids fell shut again.

He didn´t want to sleep. He had to know.

“....Boromir?..”

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Strong arms held him close while his brother kissed his lips with something close to desperation. He returned the kiss eagerly, feeling impatient and wanted nothing more than to feel his lover´s naked body against his.

“There is no need to hurry, little brother.”

“I just want you, Boromir. I need you.”

“You have me.”

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He felt warm, so warm. He tried to push the blankets away but a strong hand stopped him.

“Leave them, young one. You need their warmth unless you want to catch your death after all.”

A fire. He was sure there was a fire burning nearby. Smoke penetrated his nose and the soft sounds of flames cracking filled the air.

“Too warm.”

His voice sounded strange to his own ears. Too raspy and too soft. A cool, wet cloth was gently pressed against his forehead and provided some cooling. He stopstrustruggling to get the blankets off, and leaned into the touch. He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt too heavy.

But he had to know who this man was that had been looking after him. He needed to know.

“..Who....where...”

Soft fingertips on his lips stopped him from saying more.

“Hush, young one. You need to rest. We shall talk later.”

The cool, wet cloth returned on his face, and padded his burning cheeks. He didn´t want to rest. He had to know. Yet his mind gave into darkness again while he tried to stay awake. Fighting his need for sleep was futile.

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“Do not go.”

“You know I have to. Do not worry, little brother. I will return.”

He grabbed his brother´s hand and pressed the palm against his lips. It felt warm and calloused. It felt familiar and at that moment he feared he would never feel his brother´s hand against his lips again.

Strong fingers gently pushed a stray lock of his hair behind his ear and green eyes looked at him intently. Then his brother mounted his horse.

“Boromir...I...I will miss you.”

“You just take care of our home while I´m away, Faramir. I will be back before you know it. Farewell.”

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“You must drink some more.”

The goblet had returned to his lips, and he obediently swallowed the warm content. He felt cold again and tried to pull up the blankets to his chin. His savior helped him and tucked him in. He wished that those soft hands would touch him again. It felt so safe. So familiar.

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“Father, you sent for me?”

All his father did was point at something that was lying on the table in front of him. Faramir looked at it, and felt his heart break apart violently when he recognized it.

The horn of Gondor.

Broken.

“Where......when?”

Although he wanted to ask more, he could not say anything else. His throat felt tight and made breathing hard. His eyes burned and he felt his legs tremble. His father kept quiet as well, overcome with his own grief.

They stood there, side by side, staring at what remained of their beloved son and brother.

“Return to your troops.”

Faramir knew an order when he heard one so he curtly nodded at his father, and left the room. He fought his feelings of loss and despair. All he really wanted to do was look for a private spot and cry, even scream for the loss of his brother, his friend, his lover.

But he could not. They had a battle to fight and a war to win. He would deal with his grief later.

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Faramir slowly opened his eyes, and stared at a clear, sun filled sky high above the treetops. He tried to figure out where he was. The last hours, or perhaps days had been filled with dreams and short moments of spryness, and he had difficulty telling which memories had been dreams and which had not.

He could feel a soft bedroll beneath his body and several blankets on top of him. He still felt tired and worn out but the fever had broken.

“You are awake. Welcome back to the land of the living, young one.”

He blinked a couple of times before he slowly turned his face in the direction of that soft voice. The first thing he saw was long hair, golden as the sun´s rays. And the second thing he saw were a pair of blue eyes looking at him with a mixture of concern and relief.

“Where am I. Who are you?”

“My name is Glorfindel. I am from Rivendell. Right now we are in a forest at the foot of the Misty Mountains. I found you four days ago.”

Faramir studied the features of the man, no, the Elf, who was sitting on the other side of the campfire. It was an Elf that had saved him. An Elf from Rivendell. The thought of his brother´s destination when they had parted caused a painful sting to penetrate his heart and he briefly closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, the Elf had moved, silently, and was roasting something above the campfire. The smell of roasted meat filled his nose, and he felt his stomach rumble for the first time since he had left his home.

“What is your name, young one?”

Faramir looked up into the eyes of the Elf again, and was surprised about the curiosity he saw there.

“Faramir. I am from Gondor,” he whispered while he studied the Elf´s face. His savior looked young but Faramir knew not to be fooled by an Elf´s physical appearance. Soft, pale skin covered the Elf´s finely angled face. High cheekbones and full lips completed the handsome features, and Faramir caught himself staring at his companion.

“Then you are a long way from home, Faramir.” Glorfindel turned the meat he was roasting. He looked at it, cut off a small part and tasted it.

“The meat is done. Do you think you can eat something?” the Elf asked him, and Faramir nodded. When Glorfindel stood up, Faramir tried to sit up, and succeeded after his second attempt. The blankets fell off his body, and he shivered in the cool air that suddenly surrounded his body.

Glorfindel crouched down besides him, and grabbed the blankets. He pulled them around Faramir´s shoulders gently.

“Thank you, Glorfindel of Rivendell,” Faramir whispered, and the Elf gave him a bright smile.

“No need for words of gratitude, Faramir. It is the way of my kind to look after one that needs help,” Glorfindel said softly while he cut off a few parts of roasted meat, and offered it to Faramir.

“I thank you anyway,” Faramir said with a small smile and he accepted the meat gratefully. While he started eating it slowly, Glorfindel sat down besides him, and cut off some meat for himself. They bote qte quietly. Faramir took that time to look at his companion again and was struck by the beauty and wisdom he saw in the Elf´s eyes. Blue as the sky on a bright spring day with a twinkle of ancient wisdom in them.

Faramir ate all the meat he could, and when both men were finished they sat next to each other quietly for a few moments. Then Glorfindel turned his face to the mad std studied him thoughtfully.

“Last I heard, there was peace in Gondor. Why would one travel so far away from a peaceful home?”

Faramir stared at his hands, which lay folded on top of the gray blankets that hung around his shoulders, and pursed his lips. He had no idea how to answer that question. He knew why he had left but he did not know how to explain that to an Elf he had just met less than an hour ago.

“Does it perhaps have something to do with Boromir? You look like him.”

Faramir snapped his head up, and looked into Glorfindel´s eyes. The Elf looked at him curiously and Faramir felt like Glorfindel could look right into his soul. He wondered if he would ever be able to keep anything from a being that had eyes that simply made you want to tell the truth.

“....He is.... Do you know my brother?” he was finally able to ask, and Glorfindel smiled warmly at him.

“Yes, I thought you would be his brother. I have met Boromir in Rivendell, when the Fellowship was formed.”

Faramir felt a lump form in the base of his throat and this surprised him. All this time he had not shed a single tear for the loss of his brother. At first he had willed his grief away and had not allowed himself to shed tears over the death of his beloved, but later it had seemed that the tears had dried up inside of him. Whenever he would think of Boromir all he could feel was emptiness and a need for vengeance.

And now his eyes were starting to burn, and he could feel them filling with long overdue tears.

“How do you know this concerns Boromir?” he asked softly while he stared at the campfire in front of him. He dared not look at his companion right now, too afraid he would break down the moment he would gaze in those clear blue eyes.

“You said his name repeatedly while you were dreaming,” Glorfindel explained and Faramir could feel the Elf´s gaze on his face. Still, he did not dare meet it and kept staring at anything but the Elf.

“Perhaps if you speak about it, some of the pain that fills your heart might ease.”

Faramir felt a silent tear run down his cheek. He bit his lip, and tried to hold the other tears back, prevent them from spilling, but he knew it was useless. It was like the mere presence of Glorfindel and the kindness the Elf had shown him, was enough to finally let his mind give in to the need to mourn the death of his beloved brother.

“I could not find rest in my home,” Faramir whispered while more tears dripped from his eyes and landed silently on his pale cheeks. Glorfindel looked at him quietly and waited for the other man to continue.

“It was not my home anymore without him. I had to leave. I had to do something. I could not just sit and do nothing about his death.”

Glorfindel stayed silent for a few more moments and Faramir finally dared to look at his Elven companion once again. Blue eyes looked at him with compassion and that only urged Faramir´s tears to fall more frequently.

“Was it by your hands that he fell?” the Elf finally asked him, and Faramir shook his head quickly, not able to find words at that moment to profess the shock he felt at hearing that question.

“Then why do you think you can do anything about his death?”

Faramir swallowed deeply, and let the words sink in. How could the Elf dismiss his feelings so easily by saying he could do nothing about his brother´s death. Of course he could do nothing. That´s why he had to try to do something. Anything.

“Perhaps you should take some more rest, child,” the Elf said gently to him. Faramir raised his eyebrows, and looked slightly offended.

“I am no child,” he told his companion confidently. Glorfindel merely smiled and urged him to lie down on the bedroll beneath him. Faramir obeyed since eating and talking had worn him out.

While the Elf arranged the blankets on top of his body Faramir closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Then he suddenly felt soft fingers on his cheeks, gently wiping away the tear tracks. He opened his eyes again, and stared up at his Elven companion. Glorfindel was still smiling at him.

“Only a child would cry for vengeance.”

Before he could ponder on those words, Faramir slipped into a deep and restless sleep.


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The next time he woke Faramir didn´t have to think about where he was or whom he was with. He remembered everything clearly now. The Elf that had saved him. Glorfindel from Rivendell, who had clear blue eyes that could see into his soul.

“Drink some more of this.”

Faramir sat up slightly, and looked up at the Elf who was crouching down besides him. Glorfindel offered him a goblet, and Faramir took it. He studied the transparent, pale green liquid inside it, and looked up at his companion again.

“What is it?” he asked softly. Glorfindel smiled at the curiosity he could hear in the man´s voice.

“It is an extract from several herbs. My Lord and good friend Elrond is a skilled healer. I have picked up a few things during the years I have spent in his service,” Glorfindel said with a small grin, and Faramir smiled at him in return. He raised the goblet to his lips, and drank the al eal extract quickly. It tasted strange. Spicy and minty and yet sweet.

Glorfindel put the goblet aside after Faramir had finished it, and offered the man some slices of apple. Faramir accepted them, and ate quietly. The Elf sat down besides him, and poked the campfire skillfully with a thin stick.

“How are you feeling? You look better.”

Faramir looked at his companion, and smiled.

“I´m feeling a lot better. Still a little tired, but better than I have in a long time.”

Both stayed silent for a few moments. Faramir looked at the Elf again and couldn´t help thinking that Glorfindel was an attractive man. Not just because of his handsome features. But also because of this air of kindness, wisdom and patience that hung around the Elf. And to Faramir that air almost felt tangible. As if he´d, would he reach out, be able to feel those things that attracted him to the Elf, on the skin of his hands.

Glorfindel´s soft voice snapped him out of his private thoughts.

“You must have loved your brother a lot, to travel such a great distance only to seek vengeance.”

Faramir nodded and thought about what he wanted to say for a few minutes. Could he confide in Glorfindel and tell him why he had loved his brother so much? That Boromir had been more than just a brother. The Elf´s calming presence and kind eyes gave him the courage to confess what he had kept a secret to anyone thus far.

“Boromir was more than just my brother. He was even more than just my friend,” he said, and bit his lip nervously while he waited for Glorfindel´s reaction. The Elf smiled warmly at him.

“Do not feel ashamed about that, young Faramir. A connection by blood has never stopped any Elf from coupling with another.”

Faramir let out a breath he didn´t know he had been holding, and smiled gratefully at his companion.

“I wonder though....does the loss of your brother provide you with enough reason to just give up your life?” Glorfindel asked him, and Faramir could see concern and something that he could only describe as confusion in the eyes of the Elf.

“Perhaps sometimes death offers you something that life can´t,” he replied softly, and Glorfindel raised an eyebrow as a silent plea for some explanation.

“My life was not worth living anymore. The world had won, yes, but all I felt was loss,” Faramir explained, and Glorfindel nodded.

“Faramir. I know death,” Glorfindel said and looked at the man sitting besides him intently. “It can never give you anything like life could give you. All life, however brief and mortal it might be, is precious and should be treasured.”

Faramir swallowed and blinked.

“How is it that you know death? Aren´t Elves immortal and is it no so that death is not a part of an Elf´s life?” he asked, and Glorfindel smiled widely.

“Yes. Elves are immortal and death is not something that has us worried most of the time. However, I fell while fighting a Ballrog from Morgoth many years ago.”

Faramir stared at Glorfindel with his mouth hanging open. Had the Elf just told him that he had fell? Glorfindel caught Faramir´s completely dumfounded look, and chuckled.

“I was granted a second chance if you will. I returned to my life and have live eve ever since. Let me tell you about death, Faramir. There is nothing there that might take away things that pain you in life. There is nothing there that might ease a loss you have felt in your life. There is nothing in death.”

Faramir´s hands trembled, and he folded them on his lap. Glorfindel´s words had a powerful, emotional effect on him. This was a creature that was not only immortal but knew death in a very personal way. How could his words not be true? Had Faramir been w to to despair when the loss of his beloved had left him wanting to refuse life?

Glorfindel noticed his trembling hands, and took them into his own. Faramir looked up at his companion when he felt the Elf´s soft hands on his own calloused ones. For a moment neither spoke. Glorfindel held Faramir´s hands tightly yet gently in his own, and Faramir reveled in the feeling of the Elf´s soft skin against his.

“It is not wrong to want to despair when you lose a loved one, Faramir. It is however unwise to merely give up on everything. A broken heart can be mended if one should desire so.”

Faramir briefly closed his eyes. He could feel his heart, which was indeed broken, bleed with feelings of loss and pain. But the mere touch of the Elf´s hands filled that broken heart with a tiny spark of hope.

“Show me.”

Nothing more than a whisper. An almost silent request.

Glorfindel let go of Faramir´s hands, and placed his fingers on the man´s cheeks. One hand trailed towards Faramir´s bronze hair, and tucked away a stray lock behind his ear. Faramir leaned into the touch and sighed deeply. It had been too long since anyone had touched him. And the Elf´s skin seemed to have a soothing quality. A way to ease his pain and fill his heart with hope for better times that might lie ahead. A simple touch that held so much. It made Faramir shiver and he could feel a tiny spark of desire rise in the lower region of his body.

Faramir ativatively raised his own hand, and let his fingertips wander across the Elf´s pale cheek. The skin felt so soft and Faramir felt almost afraid to touch it. As if he, as a mere mortal, was in no way good enough to take pleasure out of that touch. To feel desire when he touched a creature that was so much purer and wiser than he would ever be. He pulled his hand back slowly but Glorfindel grabbed it in his own hand before Faramir could stop him.

“I want to show you, Faramir. If you would let me.”

An offer.
And Faramir could not refuse it. Because he knew and understood that if someone would be able to mend his broken heart and ease his feelings of despair, it was this immortal creature who knew more about life and death than anyone Faramir had ever met.

Faramir raised his hand again, and as a silent answer trailed his fingertips across Glorfindel´s full lips. The Elf smiled at the touch, and shifted a little closer to his human companion. Faramir stayed motionless, his fingers still resting against the Elf´s cheeks. Both men stared into the other´s eyes for a long time, looking for and giving comfort, sharing answers to questions that not needed to be asked, and offering peace.

Finally Glorfindel moved his face towards Faramir´s, and brushed his lips across the man´s. Faramir gasped when he felt those soft lips on his own, and stayed still for a short moment. But he wanted to feel this. He wanted to heal. He wanted Glorfindel to offer him peace. So he kissed the Elf. Slowly at first, but the tentative touches quickly grew into more urgent ones. And when a jolt of desire shot up Faramir´s spine he opened his lips slightly, and ran his tongue across Glorfindel´s bottom lip in a silent request for entrance. Glorfindel was eager to give him what he wanted, and parted his own lips. Their tongues touched, carefully but not hesitant in any way. They caressed and explored. Their kiss grew deeper, and Faramir heard a soft moan escape his own throat when Glorfindel put his hands on the back of the man´s neck, pulling him closer so he could deepen the kiss even further.

Faramir let his own hands wander across the pale skin of Glorfindel´s neck, and through his long, soft hair. It felt like silk and Faramir felt a sudden urge to feel the Elf´s hair against his bare skin. Feel it caress his face and his chest when he would allow the Elf to enter him in the most intimate way.

His desire grew stronger, and he lowered his hands to undo the buttons on Glorfindel´s tunic. He wanted, no, needed to know if the skin on the rest of the Elf´s body was as soft and soothing as the skin of that handsome face.

Glorfindel started to open Faramir´s tunic, and never broke the kiss when Faramir pulled off his tunic or when he pulled off the man´s upper clothing. Only when they reached the other´s undershirts did they pull back. Faramir panted slightly and Glorfindel licked his wet and swollen lips. They grabbed the other´s shirts, and pulled them off over their heads. Faramir immediately put both his hands on Glorfindel´s chest, and closed his eyes in pure delight when he felt the soft, warm skin under his fingertips. He could feel Glorfindel´s heart beat rapidly, and the Elf´s breathing was swift and deep.

“You are a beautiful man, Faramir,” Glorfindel told him softly while he pressed his lips against Faramir´s cheek. Faramir felt his cheeks flush at the Elf´s words, and Glorfindel pulled back to look at his face.

“I am not just talking about your features, young one. I am talking about the beauty that lies in your eyes. The kindness I can see in your soul. Believe me when I say that you are a beautiful man indeed.”

Faramir rested his forehead against Glorfindel´s bare shoulder, and felt strong arms around him. The Elf pulled the man against his body, and buried his face in the tousled, bronze hair. They stayed in that position for a few moments. Faramir inhaled the Elf´s sent deeply and it reminded him of the smell of a field filled with spring flowers under the warm sun. Glorfindel caressed the man´s naked back in a soothing yet arousing way. He let his hands wander down the man´s back, and buried them beneath Faramir´s breeches. He softly squeezed the full flesh he encountered there, and that drew a deep moan from his soon to be lover. Faramir pulled his face away from Glorfindel´s shoulder, and looked up at the Elf, who gazed at him with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

“If you do not wish to continue, I understand. You are still tired and - “

Faramir silenced him with a quick kiss, and by way of answering moved his own hands to the clasp of the Elf´s breeches. He undid them, desperate to show Glorfindel that he wanted this without a doubt.

Glorfindel smiled, and kissed Faramir deeply. While their tongues caressed and engaged in a playful fight that neither wanted to win, they undid each other´s breeches swiftly. Glorfindel pulled away from the kiss, and gently pushed Faramir down on top of the bedroll. He pulled the man´s breeches down, and admired the naked flesh that had been hidden by the fabric only moments before. Faramir was hard and leaking, which only aroused Glorfindeltherther. He pulled his own breeches down while he kept his eyes on Faramir´s flushed face. The man´s eyes widened slightly when they saw Glorfindel´s evidence of his lust and desire. A trembling hand found his way towards Glorfindel´s leaking arousal, and touched it softly. Fingertips trailed it from top to bottom, and Glorfindel moaned softly. The hand was drawn back again, and landed on his back, pulling him closer to his lover. Glorfindel spread and pushed up Faramir´s legs, and positioned himself between them, covering the man´s naked body with his own.

Faramir shivered and moaned when he felt the weight of the Elf on top of him and the warm soft skin on his own. Lips found each other again, and tongues expressed their desire. Bodies rubbed against each other eagerly, sending shivers of pleasure across their skin. And those feelings of pleasure only increased their need for a more intimate way of pleasuring the other and find the release they both wanted to give and receive.

Glorfindel used his fingers to prepare his lover quickly and skillfully, and drew deep moans from Faramir every time he touched the man´s most sensitive spot. Within moments Faramir begged, both vocally and physically for Glorfindel to hurry and take him. Make him his. Give him peace and pleasure and release. The Elf positioned his body and entered his lover slowly, giving him time to adjust. But Faramir was too wrapped up in these feelings that he had denied himself for so long that he did not need to adjust. With a single thrust of his hips Glorfindel found himself buried deeply inside his lover.

Faramir wrapped his arms around his lover´s body, and pulled him closer. He needed to feel that soft skin on his, while Glorfindel started thrusting into his body. He needed to feel that silk-like hair on his face, caught between their lips and tongues as they kissed each other deeply. Glorfindel quickened his pace, and buried himself into his lover´s body as deep as he could with every single thrust. Faramir moaned and gasped, completely absorbed by the feelings that Glorfindel gave him. Completely defenseless to the emotions this act of intimacy evoked in him. The pain and despair he had felt in his heart were slowly surrounded by feelings of pleasure, admiration and love.

While he kept thrusting in to his lover´s willing body, Glorfindel wrapped his hand around Faramir´s arousal, and stroked it. It didn´t take Faramir long to reach his climax, and he moaned his lover´s name loudly into their kiss while he shot his release between their moving bs. Gs. Glorfindel admired the beauty he saw on his lover´s face when he was lost in pleasure and release. He could feel his own need for release built deep inside of him, and he sped up his thrusts even more, encouraged by Faramir´s moans and the kisses they kept sharing. Glorfindel felt his body tense as his climax came upon him. He filled his lover´s body with his own release, and collapsed on top of Faramir. The man wrapped both his arms and legs around the Elf´s satisfied body and held him close.

Glorfindel looked into his lover´s blue eyes, and smiled warmly at him. Faramir returned the smile, and pressed a soft kiss on the Elf´s lips. Neither man spoke while Glorfindel slowly rolled off Faramir´s body, and lay besides him. Words were not needed when they rolled on their sides, and faced each other. It was clear to them that this act of intimacy had given Faramir that what he had been looking for. Peace and hope for a better future where he would be able to let another soul into his mended heart once again.

They wrapped their arms around the other, and pulled each other close. Glorfindel reached for the discarded blankets, and covered their naked forms. Faramir leaned his face against Glorfindel´s soft yet firm chest, and he felt the Elf rest his cheek against his head. Perhaps it had not been such a bad idea to leave the only home he had known after all. Perhaps he had finally found a new home in the arms of his savior. A home where he felt safe. A home that came with a companion who could teach him to live again.

~~fin~~