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Accidental Happiness archived in seven not so simple steps (NC-17)

Written by Suryallee

12 January 2012 | 17291 words

Step Two: Have several strange battles… pardon, talks, with some hotheaded redheads through one or some more ages…

Where am I? Faramir was confused. One minute he had reprimanded the Hobbits and in the next, he had stood in the Halls of the dead. Moreover, to top that again, in the very next he was moved to a new place from a force he could not name.

Who is there?! If that is you, my brother I swear to the Vala: I am going to kill you this time my twin!

I am sorry?

…? You definitely are not my twin! Who by Morgoth’s balls are you and what are you doing in my body?

Slowly it dimmed to Faramir why he could not see and feel anything besides darkness and the strange sensation that he did not belong here at all.

A second voice joined the first in his dark place. It sounded almost exactly like the first one and felt even the same in a way and not. What confused the poor man endlessly.

Indeed it is not me! Who is riding in your body my brother? And don’t cuss! You know how Father reacts if he catches us cussing! Even if we only do it in mind speak.

Faramir choose to cut in before this ended into a siblings quarrel. Uhm, excuse me, but who exactly are you and why am I here? For a few moment the only thing he could feel was the surprise and confusion of someone else.

You mean, you don’t know either? The second voice asked Faramir disbelievingly. The human wished he had a head to shake.

Don’t do that, you fool! I look like an idiot doing that. the first voice suddenly told the shocked human. Amrod, why can this fea control my body?

The other answered his brother and Faramir who asked himself the same question unknowingly too right away. I do not know! I never heard of such before…. Well strange fea my name is Amrod and you, my strange friend are currently invading the body of my brother, what is forbidden I might add!

Faramir felt like fainting. If these two were who he thought that they had to be, then he was in deep trouble.

And that when I finally found someplace to hide out from father and our brothers. I just wanted a little peace and silence to think… is that too much to ask for, the water looked so calming… He trailed off.

Faramir he knew he should remember something…it was something important, he just knew it! Suddenly it hit him. Are you on one of the Swanships right now, Amras? Please just answer me! The one that Faramir believed to be Amras seemed surprised by the vehemence of his question and worry and to Faramirs luck chose to indulge him.

Yes, why?

The poor man panicked for a minute then he simply wished feverously to run out of the ship on his highest speed and to leave the area all together what had the Elf, whose body he commanded that way cuss worse as an Ork at him.

Why do you do…? Valar! Amrod why are the other ships burning?!?

What! Don’t tell me you are on one of them! Sweat Arda, oh please noo! Get out of there, NOW! Father has set the ships on fire!!?? The Voice of Amrod was filled with the emotion of sheer terror.

Faramir still wished he were running away from the ships with all the will he had.

Oh for the love of Varda! Stop it, we are already off the ship you fool! I will drown if I cannot swim! The first twin told Faramir suddenly and the man felt a strange force try to wrestle with him for a moment before he felt like he was swimming in water…very cold water! Amrod stop screaming and tell Maitomo that he should not search for me on the ships, I…we are in the water.

You are? Oh, praise the Lady of the stars! … I have told him, he is going to get a little boat to get you out. The second twin told both, Faramir and Amrod.

I am sorry Lord Amras. For taking over, however I managed that, I mean. But after I realized who you are, I had to bring you from the ship, please forgive me?

Well you succeeded and rescued my life in the same second, just how did you know?

Thank you!

Faramir slowly got the idea of how this worked and what was happening to them both…although he had no idea how he had ended up as a passenger of Amras and how it was even possible.

Uhh, you’re welcome Lord Amrod and I fear that the explanation how I did know that staying was going to kill you if you had not left, is a little complicated to explain, I fear. However, my name is Faramir.

What kind of name is that?

Yes, it sounds not elvish at all.

…maybe that is because I am not an elf?

What? How is that… please tell me that you are not an Ork or worse one of Morgoth’s cursed creatures!

I am not! I am a Human err, Adan…well normally, I am and trust me, I don’t have any clue either how I ended up in this time or in your body, sorry.

At that admission, all three fell silent.

Brother, remember Mothers teachings? I mean how we can see ourselves inside of our mind?

The first twin in whom Faramir was in seemed to nod, how Faramir knew that Amras did so was still beyond him.

I do. That is a good idea. Listen, Faramir in my head, stay silent for a moment and do NOT do that body takeover again, we have reached the boat. I would rather not to have to explain my fussing older brother that I have another fea in my body. He would think I have gone insane or worse, tell our father.

Faramir tried to do nothing at all. Only moments later, he found himself back inside of a room.

“Oh praise the Vala! At least now I can talk and move on my own again.” The chuckles of someone next to him made the poor man look to his left. He promptly had to keep himself from gapping at the two gorgeous Elves that stood there. Both watched him with equally searching and amazed eyes as he did watch them.

Both were identical in looks and body as it looked.

The twins were both tall and slender graced with a body that had the build of an archer, with wide shoulders, narrow and trim waists and long legs. However, the most stunning features on them both were the eyes and the hair color. Both had bright, almost glowing grey eyes of the color of storm clouds and bright red hair. One wore it braided into a long braid falling over his left shoulder and the other to the right.

The hair of both elves had to reach down to their buttocks when loose, Faramir noted distracted from the length.

“Well, well, well… if that isn’t it my strange friend from a few years before then I don’t know who you should be. Faramir I guess?” The twin that had spoken wore the left braid and Faramir kept that in mind for later. Else, he would confuse them for sure. “Yes. I… am Faramir of Gondor actually… not that, that this will tell you much I fear, my Lords.” Faramir bowed his head at them and blushed at his sudden stammer, but who could blame him? Both elves looked simply gorgeous and he had seen a lot beautiful elves in the late years, Legolas being one of them but never had Faramir before met such a couple in his entire life. Not even the dark brothers of the queen could catch up to these two. He watched the one that he had identified as Amras walk over to a bed that had appeared in the room to sit on it. The longer he looked around the more furniture seem to appear. The walls became stone; hung with tapestries of exquisite quality that showed hunting scenes and even a window appeared in one wall. It showed him the view of a big Forrest.

Exquisite weapons lay carelessly leaned against the walls or lain onto chairs and two sets of armor were stored at one wall side on holders that seem custom made to hold them. Faramir noted that both had gems of three different jewels laid into the breastplate with seven stars surrounding the gems. He almost ogled at the metal. What wasn’t a wonder because both of them seemed to be fully wrought out of Mithril. What made the sets extremely expensive and stunning to begin with and even the chainmail’s had been made of it, to chose from the looks of them. Even he knew that much and he wasn’t even a smith, just a warrior who could appreciate a fine armor and the work of a excellent smith. Both obviously were the works of a Master Smith and looked breathtakingly beautifully deadly all together in one and fully identical too.

Faramir figured that their famous father must have wrought them for his sons along with the weapons. He could think of no one else besides the Dwarf’s who could make such fine works.

The second twin, Amrod walked over to Faramir too look at him for a long moment. “You were suddenly gone, my twin told me later. We never figured out to where you had vanished to. Not even Father could when we told him about you. Nelyafinwe thought that you were a ghost. That was a good century and a half ago.” He told the surprised man with a breathtaking looking smile.

Faramir could only blink at that. “For me it was just a moment, since your brother told me to do nothing. Therefore, I did nothing… strange. It seems that has made me appear here this time… where ever that is.” He sat down onto a freshly appeared chair in shock and held out his arms to indicate that he meant the room.

Faramir noted confused that he still wore his own attire of a Steward of Gondor when both sets of elven eyes fixed onto the picture of the tree of Gondor stitched onto the front of it in silver treat.

“Actually, you are again or better said, still in my mind. Out of a point I do not understand either.” Amras told Faramir. He stood again and walked over to the other two in the room. There he crouched down before the dazed looking Faramir and looked him straight into the eyes. “What is confusing me, to put it mildly. We can create an illusion in our minds, so to speak. “He pointed at the room behind him and around them. “It is a picture from our current home, so to speak. Amrod and I use it to talk in private and for… other things.” He grinned charmingly at Faramir who felt like a mouse under the gaze of a cat in that moment, with Amras being the cat in that respect… what unnerved the man to no end. “However, we asked around at first. No one seemed to know you or had ever heard of you. Thus, we figured that you had gone back to wherever you came from. Now, I at last, begin to understand what exactly you are, Faramir.” He told the man whilst looking at him still.

“You are one of the second born, am I right?”

Faramir nodded slowly.

The twin nodded too. “As I thought, there was no other possible explanation of what you could have been besides some truly ugly ones.” He reached out with one hand to the startled Faramir only to stop his move midair seeing the man flinch somewhat. “May I? I only want to have a better look on your ears that is all. They make me and my twin curios. Since they look so different from ours.” He told Faramir in a much gentler voice as before. The man indulged the elf with a nod and let the hand shift his hair away from his ear on the left side of his face so both could have a better look at it. “I take it then that my ancestors have not appeared in Arda until now?” He asked whilst trying to suppress a shudder from the soft touch.

Those two elves were dangerously beautiful and he had the feeling that they knew of their allure to others such as him only all too well. Faramir refused to show them how much they affected him. Having learned that already, that it was never good to show confusion or interest in front of elves; it lead to dilemmas. It made them only more curios and got their interest with ease. He had seen too, to what troubles that could lead in Ithilien and often just barely avoided accidental political and personal disasters in the past.

Elves, as Aragorn put it rightfully once, could be a real pain when they were trying to solve a puzzle out or when they became too enamored with humans.

“No, they have not awakened to the now as far as we do know it. You look almost as one of my kin, Faramir. Besides that strange ears and that beard of yours one could think that you are an elf yourself!” Amrod told the surprised man bewildered. “Didn’t the Vala tell us that the second born will look a different from us? Well, if you do not count that beard of his and he does not look as old as Cirdan is to have one, he does not look too different to me.” He told his equally confused looking brother.

Amras nodded at his brother and traced with a finger shortly over Faramir’s ear shell. What made Faramir involuntary shudder and rub his ear in an endearing manner. He scowled at the elf crouching in front of him. Amras just chuckled at this and looked sideways at his still standing brother with a twinkle in his eyes. “It is as you tell, brother. They did tell us that. I wonder…” Amras looked more closely into the eyes of Faramir who fought down the sudden urge to squirm under the grey gaze.

“I don’t know why I know it, but you have elven blood in your line, don’t you?” Amras looked completely astonished at the man. Faramir could only nod and gulp. “Yes I do although that was a long time ago when it came into my line but I feel that I can’t tell you about it. Something just seems to tell me not to do so, what is feeling really strange, I can tell you!”

Both elves nodded. “Then, my friend, it seems that you should not. Who knows what the Valar thought when they made this happen. Amrod told Faramir with another of his charming smiles when he stood. He walked over to the window to look out of it.

“I agree with my twin here. It seems better to head them in this; we do not want you to end up like us. Or have you done something to anger them too?” Amrod leaned now against the chair in which Faramir sat. Faramir could only shake his head this time. “Not that I know of, Lord Amrod. As far I know it, I rather did the opposite or so… someone once told me.” Faramir rubbed his face in a drained manner before he looked at the surprised looking twins again. “They just did it again, sorry.” The two nodded looking baffled.

Suddenly both elves looked at each other alarmed. Then Amrod tried to reach out to Faramir to grasp his arm but before he reached the surprised human, all vanished again and Faramir found himself back in the dark.

However, this time Faramir was almost glad that it happened. The two youngest sons’ of Feanor were too intense for him to stay too long in their presence. They had an odd effect on him, as it seemed. One, which made Faramir uncomfortable and that confused the hell out of the poor man. Not to mention, that he really, really did not want to ever have to explain these kinds of desires to his wife! Éowyn would divorce him instantly, Faramir was sure, if she ever found out that he was also attracted to males. She had enough to deal with already anyways. The darkness seemed to vanish a few moments later.

This time the room took less time to appear around him and it looked different too.

He found himself back inside of an underground cave room. From the looks of it, the room had been carved out marvelously. Around him, the floor was littered with the bodies of dead elves. In the middle of them stood, a couple that looked like royalty and some ferocious looking warriors seem to take a pair of elflings away with them out of the room. He could make out Amras and Amrod under the tall and fierce looking warriors that surrounded the couple and a dying elf that was hold from another. The seven nearest to the couple and the dying elf had similar Armors on which showed the same design as the ones Faramir saw before. The twins seemed shortly to see him standing here before they shrugged it off and turned their eyes back to the battle that just did begin between Dior and one of their brothers.

How Faramir knew them to be the twins was beyond him, he just did. He shuddered at the cold and impassive look inside the eyes of all of the elves surrounding the couple. They looked like possessed men and Faramir suddenly felt sorry for both, the Feanorion’s and the couple.

Faramir knew not what overcame him to do so, but he run after the elven warriors with the twin elflings. Well knowing of what was happening here. For a second his own momentum drew him forward through a wall and he realized that he still was only a kind of ghost in this play.

Then he recovered from his shock and followed the elves outside into a Forrest.

He finally reached them when they stopped at a small clearing and simply set the elflings down there to leave them here. Before he knew what he did, Faramir kneeled down and took both into his arms… or better told he tried to.

What was more confusing to him was that he actually managed touch them! Both little ones promptly clung to the tall man that smiled down at them and had appeared out of the nowhere when the nasty elves where gone. The twin elflings were eager in their need to search for comfort since all that horror had begun and the man was feeling strangely friendly and warm. Somehow, both just knew that he would keep them safe and protected. One lost a shoe in his haste to reach for Faramir and the other ripped out some of his hairs on a bush.

Faramir did not worry all too much about that when a wolf howled near them three and simply took both onto his arms, and did run as fast as he could, back to the caves that he had just left to suddenly step into darkness instead.

Again, he was in complete darkness. Only difference, this time the two little ones were in here too with him, he could feel them stick to him still.

When again the darkness vanished, all three stood inside of a new room. This time it was another bedroom. Both twins gapped at Faramir and the little twins on his arms in astonishment when they suddenly appeared unexpectedly. As did two other elves, do too. One with red hair like the twins, one with black hair like a raven’s wing, and both looked equally striking as the twins. The latter sat down in his shock seeing him suddenly appear without warning.

“What is this?! How…? Are you a ghost?” The older looking red head asked flabbergasted the equally baffled Faramir. Before Faramir could answer, Amras cut in. “No, Nelya, this is the soul we told you about, his name is Faramir, remember?” The one called thus nodded. “We only ever saw him in my mind… until Doriath, that is. There we thought shortly that we had seen him standing in the throne room with us but thought we had seen wrong. As it looks he really was there.”

The black haired one nodded. “Yes, that seems to be the case. Those two are Dior’s twin children I recognize them. The ones that you could not find in the Forrest, Nelya. Seems to me, he found them in our stead.”

Faramir could not help it; he simply exploded before he could get a hold on himself.

“What in the name of the One was your brother’s thinking to let them taken out into the wilds, they can barely walk!!” All elves in the room cringed at his volume and anger visibly. Yet, Faramir did not seem to see it. Instead, he walked briskly over to the table, set the little elflings onto the chairs at it before he turned again, and stalked over to Amrod and Amras to fix them both with his incensed stare, balling his fists at his sides in his anger.

Both elves made some steps backwards in their shock to see him advance on them in his ire.

“And what, in the name of all in Arda were you two thinking you were doing when you let those pigs go in the first place! Have all of you no shame at all? Taking out your damned oath at two innocent elflings?!” Faramir shook with his suppressed rage by now and unknown to him he truly made a frightening picture. Because, also unknown to the man, he had begun to glow in an eerily bright light that filled the room out. To the astonished elves, it looked like his body was surrounded by blazing white fire that seemed to come from the inside of him in his fury.

“Aia, he looks like father at his best! What in the name of Arda is he, he looks like a human but I have never heard that one can look like this before!” The one that Faramir thought to be Maglor told the others with a surprised voice. The eldest of Feanor’s sons eyed Faramir for a moment before he stepped over to the man. “Stop it! We know that they and we too did wrong to them. But what you do not understand is what power that cursed oath holds over us!” He told Faramir, over whom he towered with ease since Maitomo Feanorion was at least a head taller as Faramir.

What did not faze the man much in his rage.

“Oh, really? I wasn’t aware of that… Of course, I do know that! For how stupid do you take me to be? It isn’t the point here, eldest son of Feanor, and you know that as well!” He daringly held the equally incensed glare directed at him with his own one until the eldest of the brothers finally carved in with a sigh and looked away first.

“You are right; I do know that all too well myself.” The elf turned abruptly away from the man to sit heavily down into a chair next to the man and him. There he covered his face with his only hand and bowed his head. Suddenly Faramir felt sorry for the elf and his brothers, so much in fact that he almost wanted to cry. Calming down he too walked over to a chair, next to the wide-eyed little ones and sat down too.

Staring down unseeingly at the floorboards, he spoke in a much calmer voice.

“I apologize. I should not have yelled at you it does not become one to do so. I don’t know what came over me…” Maedhros unknowingly copied the man and he too stared down at the floorboards. “Accepted. I understand your anger better as you think.”

Faramir could only shake his head as an answer. Leaning back in his chair he instead looked up at the ceiling before he rubbed his face with his left hand and put his right arm around the shoulders of nearest of the little twins.

The little elf promptly crawled into his lap.

“I know from the Lore that you have had no choice as to do what you did. It saddens me beyond I can tell you, Elf.” Faramir gave the eldest of the four in the room a lopsided and grim smile. It was echoed from the elf. “Since I believe somehow, that besides the oath, you and your brothers could have been my friends since I actually like you somehow. And please, don’t misunderstand me but I don’t understand what your father was thinking to make you swear such a foul thing in the first place. From what I was taught he was essentially a wise elf that seems to have loved you all very much …I never understood it in the past and most likely never will in the future. To say it with one of my Wife’s favorite phrases; if wishes were horses…”

All four of the reminding sons of Feanor gave him an odd look.

“You know a lot about us but we do not know anything about you, Faramir. You indeed are an unusual one, my friend.” Amrod told Faramir that before he took the chair next to the man and sat heavily down too. “I have never met one who wanted to befriend us or even likes us well knowing who we are and what we did.” The elf shook his head in bewilderment.

Amras shrugged and sat onto the floor near his twin brother and Faramir, since all chairs were occupied.

“They look like ghosts now too, just like you do too.” He turned to Faramir and pointed at the little twins. “Any idea why that is?” The man shook his head. “Not a single one, I fear. All I know is that they are not death.” He patted the elfling next to him on the small head and smiled at the twin in his lap. Suddenly he missed his son badly. “I feel like my strange journey slowly comes to an end, Amras. Whatever that means. Neither do I have any clue why I did end up here and in your head at first in the first place. Or why I could touch them and take them with me. I am even no longer sure that the Valar have something to do with it. I rather begin to believe in the opposite.” He confessed to the elf in a calm voice.

Faramir thought over his own words for a moment.

“It rather feels like someone else put this into motion. The why eludes me as much as you but I think it had to do with the little ones here and you.” Faramir shrugged.

All of the adult elves in the room looked at each other confused.

“This is truly a strange situation. You do simply appear somewhere and that is it?” Maglor asked confused. Faramir nodded at the alluring singer. The voice of this elf made one wish you could listen to him forever. He marveled at that and the thought of how beautiful it must sound when the other was singing. “All else between those moments are darkness and a feeling of not having hands or a body at all… like I am there and not. Does that make any sense to anyone of you?” One after one the elves shook their heads.

“Thought so.” Faramir murmured wearily. What gained him soft chuckles from all in the room.

Amras reached up to the man and took a hold of his hand. Strangely enough, it worked and for a moment, Faramir felt comforted by that simple gesture and distracted by the softness of the skin of the elf.

In his mind, Faramir suddenly truly wished sincerely that he could change history, even knowing that it was impossible and wrong.

“I wish I could change the course of your fates.” He told the elves with simple honesty and really meaning it and suddenly all went black.

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