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Adult ++
Chapters:
10
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8
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Gone
Gone
Chapter 1 - Prologue
Author: Frosty the Obstetrician
Rated: NC-17
Codes: Aragorn, Faramir, Boromir, Legolas, OC, AU, N/C.
Summary: A serious of events in Middle-earth leads to a darkened King, the departure of the elves, and a realization by those who remain.
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Rain poured from the gray clouds that blanketed Minas Tirith. It seemed as though it was always wet, always a city in mourning. From his position at the gates of Gondor's graveyard, Captain Faramir felt in tune with nature's cries. He did not shy away from the wind or chill, did not cover himself from the cold rain. His clothes were soaked through, but he barely noticed as he stood and watched the King of Gondor pay his last respects. The ceremony had ended nearly an hour ago, but Aragorn had remained. Faramir did not feel right leaving him alone at such a time, so he waited at the iron gates and allowed hisrs trs to mesh with the sky's own.
It was getting dark. Blinking up into the misty air, he tried hard to think of what would happen next. It was unimaginable, but it had happened. His heart ached for the young boy that Boromir had gathered in his arms that evening and taken to a warmer place. Such a young child should not have to deal with such a loss. Faramir crossed his arms and looked down at the kneeling form of his King. Aragorn and Eldarion were poorer now. He wondered what Elrond would have to say about his grandson being raised without the influence of an elf.
Without the stars or moon, dusk crept quickly over the garden that housed the dead. It smelled of lilies, and the overwhelming scent of fallen petals threatened to draw even more tears from his worn and tired eyes. He would not leave, though, not without his King. His friend. And Aragorn would not leave Arwen until he was ready.
The rain had died to a vapour when Aragorn finally stood. Faramir wiped the dampness from his cheeks and waited patiently for him to leave the gardens. In silence, he turned when the King joined him and they both began walking for the upper levels of the city.
"The herald should be reaching Rivendell by morning," said Faramir, not quite sure what to say. He could think of nothing other than business, for they had already spoken of Elrond and Eldarion and theiod iod of mourning for Minas Tirith's people.
Aragorn's clear blue eyes shined in the moonlight of the parting clouds. They were free of tears. "Good. Thank you." He stopped abruptly and cast a glance down a dark stone street. "Faramir, you have been a source of strength for me these past days. Could you pardon my frailty and do one more favour for me?"
He knit his brows. "Anything."
"Eldarion." The King turned his eyes to the Captain and his voice turned to a whisper. "Please, care for him while I think this over. It pains me to leave him, but I feel I need some time to myself. Could you do that for me?"
It was a request he could denydeny. "Of course. Take as long as you need."
He nodded and took a deep, long breath. "Go rest. I will part from you here."
Faramir watched with concern as his friend started walking slowly down the dark street. The now-visible stars lit the dewy stone, making the road appear cold and uninviting. Aragorn disappeared around a dark bend, and the Captain sighed. The days ahead would be arduous and melancholy. It was all too familiar.
*
To Be Continued....
Chapter 1 - Prologue
Author: Frosty the Obstetrician
Rated: NC-17
Codes: Aragorn, Faramir, Boromir, Legolas, OC, AU, N/C.
Summary: A serious of events in Middle-earth leads to a darkened King, the departure of the elves, and a realization by those who remain.
Author's Notes:
Read and review all of our stories here: http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/authors.php?no=10284
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*
Rain poured from the gray clouds that blanketed Minas Tirith. It seemed as though it was always wet, always a city in mourning. From his position at the gates of Gondor's graveyard, Captain Faramir felt in tune with nature's cries. He did not shy away from the wind or chill, did not cover himself from the cold rain. His clothes were soaked through, but he barely noticed as he stood and watched the King of Gondor pay his last respects. The ceremony had ended nearly an hour ago, but Aragorn had remained. Faramir did not feel right leaving him alone at such a time, so he waited at the iron gates and allowed hisrs trs to mesh with the sky's own.
It was getting dark. Blinking up into the misty air, he tried hard to think of what would happen next. It was unimaginable, but it had happened. His heart ached for the young boy that Boromir had gathered in his arms that evening and taken to a warmer place. Such a young child should not have to deal with such a loss. Faramir crossed his arms and looked down at the kneeling form of his King. Aragorn and Eldarion were poorer now. He wondered what Elrond would have to say about his grandson being raised without the influence of an elf.
Without the stars or moon, dusk crept quickly over the garden that housed the dead. It smelled of lilies, and the overwhelming scent of fallen petals threatened to draw even more tears from his worn and tired eyes. He would not leave, though, not without his King. His friend. And Aragorn would not leave Arwen until he was ready.
The rain had died to a vapour when Aragorn finally stood. Faramir wiped the dampness from his cheeks and waited patiently for him to leave the gardens. In silence, he turned when the King joined him and they both began walking for the upper levels of the city.
"The herald should be reaching Rivendell by morning," said Faramir, not quite sure what to say. He could think of nothing other than business, for they had already spoken of Elrond and Eldarion and theiod iod of mourning for Minas Tirith's people.
Aragorn's clear blue eyes shined in the moonlight of the parting clouds. They were free of tears. "Good. Thank you." He stopped abruptly and cast a glance down a dark stone street. "Faramir, you have been a source of strength for me these past days. Could you pardon my frailty and do one more favour for me?"
He knit his brows. "Anything."
"Eldarion." The King turned his eyes to the Captain and his voice turned to a whisper. "Please, care for him while I think this over. It pains me to leave him, but I feel I need some time to myself. Could you do that for me?"
It was a request he could denydeny. "Of course. Take as long as you need."
He nodded and took a deep, long breath. "Go rest. I will part from you here."
Faramir watched with concern as his friend started walking slowly down the dark street. The now-visible stars lit the dewy stone, making the road appear cold and uninviting. Aragorn disappeared around a dark bend, and the Captain sighed. The days ahead would be arduous and melancholy. It was all too familiar.
*
To Be Continued....