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A Hard Choice (NC-17) 
Written by Nerey Camille17 December 2011 | 13421 words
Previously in ‘A Hard Choice’
Faramir and Arwen have been lovers for some time. One day, the Queen visits the Steward unexpectedly in his own rooms. As they are engaged in private activities, the King receives news of an attack on Gondor. Given the urgency of the situation, he orders the Warden of the Keys to find the Steward wherever he may be. Húrin then forces Faramir’s door and catches the Steward and the Queen in the act of lovemaking.
Chapter 7. Where the King is required to judge on a hard matter
The Queen and the Warden stared at each other for an interminable instant. Then Arwen suddenly covered herself with her own long hair, moving away from her paramour with a cool dignity. Faramir sat up on the bed and the expression of his face chilled Húrin to the bones.
“What in Morgoth’s name are you doing here?”
The Warden of the Keys was a valiant man, who had stood firm when Minas Tirith quailed under the Shadow, but now he could see death in Faramir’s eyes. He backed away, though he was fully armed and the Steward was naked and weaponless.
“I am here on the King’s orders,” he said. “He was expecting you.” His gaze trailed to Arwen and Faramir understood the Warden was starting to recover. It was important not to let him, to catch his attention again.
“And is there war in Gondor so that you should come in this fashion?” asked Faramir irritably, reaching for his tunic.
“I… I do not know,” said Húrin, his training to obey stronger than his feeling of repulsion. “But King Elessar told me to give you this,” and he proffered the roll of parchment that had caused all the uproar. Faramir opened it, read it quickly, and his face became grave. Not only had they had incredibly bad luck, but he must indeed meet the King immediately. He grabbed his clothes and started to don them. His body ached with unquenched desire, but that was the least of his troubles now.
“My lady,” he said, already dressed, “I must join the King at once. Indeed, there is a military emergency.” Neither the bitter irony of this statement nor its significance were lost on Arwen, though she showed no outward sign of it. “You should get dressed and go back to your apartments,” added Faramir, and lowering his voice, “discreetly, if you can”. Then he kissed her hand respectfully and made for the door.
Only at that point did Húrin seem to regain his wits.
“Wait a moment, Lord Faramir,” he said quietly, and Faramir stopped dead in his tracks. He noticed how the man had called him by name, not giving him anymore the title “Steward”, but decided to ignore this detail.
“What?” he asked curtly.
“I know you have to meet the King right now, and I understand there is a situation that takes precedence over what has just happened here. But that doesn’t mean I’ll let you get away with it.”
Faramir made an effort to appear calm and unimpressed.
“So?” he asked in an all too patient tone.
Húrin’s eyes actually glistened with tears, and his voice faltered.
“We have been friends for a very long time, Faramir, and had anybody told me that one day you would do something dishonourable, I would not have believed them. I would have staked my life on you – blindly. I wish I had not lived to see such a deed, and I cannot stand with you on it. We have a King now, a good King, by Elbereth! and my loyalty is to him. And you, lady, all I can say is that no woman of Gondor, being the bride of King Elessar, would have acted as you have.” Arwen paled in hurt and humiliation, but Húrin ignored her and turned to Faramir again. “I don’t care whether you love each other or why ever you decided to forsake virtue and duty. I will not see the King hurt by your treason, not if it can be avoided. But this must stop. Your word, both of you, that it will – or else I must tell the King the truth about his wife and Steward.”
Faramir’s eyes flashed dangerously, but he turned to Arwen, who was fixing Húrin proudly.
“I will make no such promise,” she said, and what little hope Faramir had had crumbled around his ears. Well, she had spoken. So be it. Faramir’s gaze confirmed to Húrin what Arwen had just said. The Warden seemed taken aback for a moment, but then his eyes grew hard again.
“As you wish. I will request an audience with the King as soon as this military emergency is solved. But I must say I think it damn selfish of you to care not for the pain it will cause him.”
“Spare us the morals, master Warden,” said Faramir drily. “As for the audience, I shall request it myself from the King for you. And now, may I leave?”
“You may – I shall escort you.”
Faramir glanced at the Queen and his lips silently formed the words: “Be ready.” She nodded. Then he turned and left without a single look back. He was starting to think that if he stayed in the room one more minute with the Warden, he might throw him out of the window.
“We will do thus, then,” said the King, and the captains bowed and left the room, heading towards their quarters to start accomplishing Elessar’s orders. Faramir lounged back in his armchair and sighed. He had recommended that a small corps be sent to deal with the orcs; Aragorn wished to go, but Faramir convinced him that readying the apparel for a King would take longer than sending the soldiers alone. And anyway, for a fit army it would be no more than a skirmish.
“I grudge your depriving me of the fun,” said Aragorn, and Faramir sighed again.
“Beside the fact it wasn’t necessary, there is another reason for which I thought it better that both you and I stayed. As you know, I usually don’t run from danger.” The double meaning of his words was a good one, he thought wryly.
“I know. But what is that reason?” asked Aragorn, curiously and a little worriedly on seeing Faramir’s grave and somehow very tired face.
“It is a delicate matter that must be treated with the utmost secrecy. But first, let me call for the Lord Húrin. He is the one in charge of the secret, we could say. It might be a good idea for the Queen to be present as well.”
Confidentiality was best ensured in the King’s private parlour, and there Aragorn sat thoughtfully while Faramir went to fetch the Lord Warden. As they came back, the Queen entered through a back door and sat at Elessar’s side without a word. He kissed her hand devoutly, and a shadow passed over Húrin’s face. Faramir stood impassive, and Arwen’s mien was cool and majestic.
“Well, Lord Húrin, my Steward here says you have something to tell me?”
“Well, perhaps it would be better if Lord Faramir explained it to you,” said Húrin, rather uncomfortably.
‘Coward,’ thought Faramir. ‘Very well, I’ll step out and let the lion tear me to pieces for you to watch, since that is what you wish.’ His father’s nature spoke in him loudest when he was faced with other people’s scorn.
“Húrin and I were having a debate earlier about morality,” he said coldly. “We couldn’t agree on how an honourable man should behave in a given situation, and thus in the end we both thought that it was better to submit the case to you.”
“Well then, submit.”
Faramir thought for a moment.
“It is like this. In one great kingdom, there was once a King who married a very noble, very beautiful lady. He was very much in love with her and he had a good heart, but he couldn’t make her happy. She was far away from home, and they were of different age and breeding, and he cared so much for his kingdom that he didn’t really know what happened within his wife’s heart. After some time, the Queen began to feel attracted to a noble lord, one of the King’s most trusted and esteemed subjects, and she made advances to him. This lord was secretly in love with the King, and the Queen threatened to reveal that illicit feeling to her husband, should the lord resist her wishes. The King’s subject wondered where his duty lay: what would serve his beloved sovereign better? To betray his oaths and make the Queen happy, or to stay faithful and let the King deal on his own with a failed marriage? What do you think he should have done, my lord?”
“Why, he should have told the King the truth.” Aragorn’s reply came without hesitation.
Faramir arched his eyebrows:
“With all due respect, would you have believed such a story, my liege?” he asked softly.
“Do you mean…?” Aragorn looked surprised for a second, and then he actually laughed. “In my case it’s impossible, so obviously I wouldn’t believe it –” he turned to his wife to exchange a laughing glance about how ridiculous this assumption of her not loving him just was – and he stopped short.
Arwen’s face was a battlefield of emotions contending against each other. Embarrassment, pity, scorn, spite, pride, defiance, fear – all of these Aragorn could read in an instant. His gaze went from her to Húrin, whose head was bowed in shame, and realization dawned on him. He looked incredulously at Arwen, then at Faramir.
“If my Queen here tried indeed to seduce this man,” he said, and it was plain that controlling his anger required a mighty effort, “and your intention was to prompt me to mercy, you’d better not try.”
Faramir drew himself to his full height and lifted his chin.
“I am the man, my lord, not he. The story happened as I have told you. I made the choice of the lady. The Lord Húrin discovered it when he was looking for me, and he came to report to you, without knowing the motives.” He knelt, but kept his gaze riveted to Aragorn’s blank face. “My life is yours. But for truth’s sake, though you may not believe it or take it into account, I must be allowed to say that whatever I have done, I have done out of love for my country and for you.”
He braced himself, certain that things would turn nasty in a few moments. He could feel the King’s astonishment receding and a powerful, thunderous wrath building up in its place. Faramir wondered briefly how Aragorn would deal with them, but could find no answer: he had never before given the King a reason to be angry with him. Alive to each one of these last seconds of quiet as they went by, he waited for the storm to unfold.
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You know, when I first saw you taking up this request and setting such pairings for it, it immediately made me think back on our story: the parallel need not be pointed out, I guess :) And now I read indeed it is so.
Well, in so far I of course cannot see many parts that correlate to our plot – that must be still to come. And I have to wonder as to the reason why Arwen is about to do what she’s said to be about to do by the request. Unless some other Elf suddenly comes up, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. What, is Faramir, along with his habitual role of facing tough decisions, going to have to deal with another habitual task of having to tend to women whom Aragorn’s can’t make happy? Because if that is not the reason and Arwen is fully happy with Aragorn, then why would she…?
And what is the reason of Aragorn’s behaviour? To bring another man, even if a friend, to your new wife’s personal chamber and leave them alone ‘to talk’ seems strange, to say the least. Naturally, he trusts them both endlessly, but still, it’s kind of awkward and, I mean, why? Does he feel like his presence would encumber their conversation? But as ‘freinds’ certainly they wouldn’t be talking of anything that is not for his ears? And why in such private settings, why couldn’t they have talked in a garden or on some terrace? It’s almost as though he’d brought Faramir there for Arwen to tell him something the two of them had decided on ahead of time…
Anyway, all that I’ll have to wait for you to tell us. Now, I especially loved this: It took him some time to realize that his happiness was of a sort that could lead him to trouble. And in line with it I really liked the scene with the bath, the juxtaposition of Aragorn’s unsupecting happiness, so simple and self-focused as such happiness tends to be, and the complexity of Faramir’s emotion. Of course there’s a special note of bitter irony to Faramir, just when he imagines himself in that bath with Aragorn, being presented with the mental image of the King ‘swimming’ there with some lady – to coming to learn of the marriage in such intimate settings, where the intimacy itself seems to exclude the possibility of actual sensual intimacy, seeing as Aragorn is so comfortable and unwary it seems he doesn’t consider Faramir in the sexual sense. And Faramir is such a good man, feeling as little jealousy as possible in such situation, whereas a more ‘human’ kind of man, even like his own brother, I am sure would have been beside himself with humiliation and the desire to burn the lady-rival to ashes, a good match for Aragorn or not.And now, if this ‘good match’ is going to start doing some inappropriate things that would show her as not such a good match after all, will Faramir feel offended on behalf of his beloved King whom he wishes so much happiness? Or will he rather actually be tempted by her? Hm, the multitude of the possibilities is so sweet – not to mention it can all go in a totally unexpected direction, too :)
And, as for the “nothing really AU” – where’s Eowyn? ;) She makes no appearance this far – I understand by the plot she ought to still be in Rohan at this point, but still, if she were his much beloved bride, probably she’d come up in Faramir’s thoughts at least once… Or is he smitten so badly by Aragorn that he just forgot about her? xD
— December Thursday 23 June 2011, 11:25 #