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Get Back (PG)

Written by AlexanderW

24 December 2010 | 3228 words | Work in Progress

Title: Get Back
Rating: PG
Summary: Sequel to Let Go. 3 years from the coronation, Aragorn looks back on his feelings for Faramir and attempts to do something about it
Warnings: Obviously post ROTK, F.A 3, a bit AU
Note: For Anastasiya – because she gave me the idea to carry this on :)

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“Thank you Aragorn, I shall have this enacted immediately – good day to you sire”

I nodded my head in acknowledgement and watched my steward head out the door of my study. I must admit he did make a very convincing case about the setting up of a “national park” I think it was called, in Ithilien. However, he could’ve really have said anything and I really wouldn’t have cared because I would grant any request he had – well, within reason.

It’s been 3 years since my coronation and finally, Gondor has returned to the splendour of the days of old. It’s taken some damn hard work I can tell you – Minas Tirith was in some state of heavy disrepair and the battle damage had not helped, but Gimli and his kin has and continues to toil constantly to restore the city’s majesty. I am going to admit it, even as a ranger raised by elves, this city of stone is now my favourite place on Middle-Earth – not least of all because most of my friends and family now reside in or around the city – but the new gardens and restored gates make this city beautiful. Just like Arwen. Just like Faramir.

Oh, what happened to him I wonder? I still remember as clear as day the first time I saw him, lying on the bed in the houses of healing. He looked so fragile and unloved that my heart immediately went out to him and I knew he would play some very special part in my life. I saw the guard Beregond sitting next to his lord, looking so despondent and lost and this moved me. Boromir had told me a little of what Faramir had to put up within his father, but I could see right here in front of me that Faramir was loved by everyone else, regardless of what Denethor may have done.

I then sat down next to Beregond and asked him to fetch the lore master and some kingsfoil. When he finally came back with the kingsfoil I asked for, I tried to bring Faramir out of his fever and at that moment I felt a connection I’ve only ever felt with Arwen before. I called his name and it was almost like he called right back, except this was through his body – he shifted and I felt him respond to my touch and voice. I was shocked to say the least, as I had never considered having that kind of connection with anyone but Arwen yet… I’ve been told various times by my elven friends that men have funny ideas about love and while I always laughed it off, maybe in the end they are right…

Either way, when Faramir finally opened his eyes, I lost my heart to them immediately. A startling shade of bluish grey – that would be the Westernesse blood in him – entranced me and they immediately seemed to know who I was.

“My lord, you called me. I come. What does the king command?”

His voice was gravelly from lack of use, but to be honest I didn’t care – he sounded beautiful, he looked beautiful and I just knew he was beautiful in every way. However, he needed to move on from his past – I could feel him lingering in it. I put a commanding voice on and told him

“Walk no more in the shadows, but awake! You are weary. Rest a while, and take food, and be ready when I return.”

I watched him smile slightly and he replied “I will, lord, for who would lie idle when the king has returned?”

Clever boy I thought as I rose to leave and tend to Éowyn. After that, a lot of things become blurry – even the fight at the Black Gates of Mordor is a bit fuzzy, but I have always remembered in clarity the moments I had with Faramir. I remember him being a bit unsteady on his feet after I gave the title of steward back to him. I remember the little, awkward conversations we had about my coronation ceremony and I remember the biggest smile on his face when I walked past him during my coronation ceremony. Yet… come the day after, his easy, carefree smile that he shared with me for those weeks preceding the coronation seemed tempered by something – and I couldn’t work out why.

I honestly couldn’t think of anything I could have done to upset him or cause doubt in him, but I had very little if any time to think about it. The duties of king, husband and healer took all my time up forcing this problem to the back of my head to be ignored for some time.

Until, that is, Faramir approached me with news of great importance. About a year ago, Éomer brought his court to the palace to mark the anniversary of the end of the war. His sister, Éowyn, came with him and made straight for Faramir when she arrived. The pair of them disappeared immediately after official protocols had been satisfied and within 30 minutes Faramir reappeared looking very pleased, if a little dazed. I remember heading over and asking what happened, to which he replied, breaking my heart in the process

“I’m getting married”

My jaw went slack and my head was pounding and I spouted something really intelligent – I think it was “To Éowyn?”

He sniggered a little and went “Yeah… would you marry us? – I mean, I’m not doing the planning for this but I’d really like it if you’d do the honours?”

To which I of course said yes, even if it hurt to say so. And so it was, the engagement was announced and within a month the wedding ceremony was held. Faramir and his best man Beregond were waiting for a glorious Éowyn to be given away by her brother and there I was, standing in at the steps where I was coroneted – fiddling with my tunic. Arwen noticed my discomfort and at the time, considering I was frightened of what she might think about my feelings for Faramir – I froze at her touch to placate me.

“What’s wrong Aragorn? Is there something you’ve forgotten to do? Or bring? Or say?”

Yes, there was – tell Faramir I loved him, but I also loved Arwen and this was confusing me greatly. “It’s nothing Arwen, just… nothing”

Arwen gave that look – you know, the one all women give men when they pretend to believe you – and she simply said “Later, Aragorn”

Apart from my jitters, the ceremony was pulled off with a hitch and the happy couple danced and celebrated way into the night. I on the other hand was dragged off after a while into my private chambers where my wife turned around and said, in a matter-of-fact voice

“You love him don’t you?”

There was silence from my end.

“Aragorn, what’s the matter? Are you worried about my reaction? Or his?”

More silence.

“If it’s mine, then don’t worry – I’ve told you so many times before that the race of men has funn-”

End of silence – I spun round and just collapsed into my chair, sobbing and yes, it wasn’t my most manly moment but to be fair I had just married him to someone else and my heart was still a little raw. I remember Arwen smiling and coming down to comfort me. We stayed like that for a long time until I remembered that I was needed to formally close the celebrations. I got up and Arwen just kissed me gently and said “I understand – go after him”

But I didn’t. I did close the celebrations but I didn’t go after him because it wasn’t my place to. On the happiest day of his life, I butt in and tell him I want to be with him? No, I decided to wait for the chance. A week I told myself, which turned into a month and now it has been around a year and I’m still here waiting to tell him. What am I going to do?

“Stop waiting.”

Startled into the present, I look up and see Arwen gazing intently at me, her hair ruffling slightly in a breeze coming from somewhere I knew not.

“I beg your pardon?”

“No more waiting – go and tell him now, before you lose yourself. I can see it happening, so go tell him!”

I look at my wife, slightly confused about the ‘me losing myself’ bit and wanting to ask more. In fact I was just about to when Arwen snapped;

“For the Valar’s sake! Go and tell him before I do! I cannot deal with any more of your inattentiveness and moping when he is about!”

Talk about learning something new every day – Arwen has one hell of a presence when she’s shouting at someone. Thinking it best not to invite more shouting from my wife I made a dash for the exit when I heard

“He’s in the gardens – and I’ll be watching!”

Damn, I’ll have to go do this now.

I enter the main gardens and immediately see Faramir sitting under his favourite tree. He looks so at peace with the world, so beautiful. My heart is aching to go over and tell him, but my head still harbours doubts that have been a year in the making. I move forward and promptly trip over my own non-moving foot. I guess that’s what happens when your body and mind are warring with each other – a lack of controllable movement. Still, very smooth Aragorn…

My cry of pain alerts Faramir, who immediately rushes over to help me up. Hang on, this actually really hurts!

“Aragorn! Are you alright? What happened?” the concern in Faramir’s voice is really comforting, and a little erotic – in a very bizarre way

“I err… tripped” I reply lamely, hobbling up a bit then promptly losing my balance again only to be caught by Faramir half way down, in a less than comfortable position. We catch each other’s gaze and hold it for a while, becoming oblivious to the world around ourselves.

“Faramir, I have something to tell you”

“Yes my lord?”

“Faramir… I… I…” We move closer, our breaths ghosting across our cheeks, the sensation causing both of us to involuntarily shiver, our gazes never breaking.

“Faramir” I say again, my heart racing, my forehead covered in sheens of sweat, his gaze locking my body in need and desire – his eyes looking expectantly at me, his eyes-

“Faramir, I love you”

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TBC

There going to be two different endings following (as I can’t decide which one to tag onto the end of this) so i’ll post them soon :)

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