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Bleed Black (NC-17)

Written by Emono

24 December 2006 | 8518 words

Written by Emono
Author: Emo, Connor, and Karma
Pairing: Faramir/Legolas, mentioned Aragorn/Faramir
Rating: NC-17, no sex, sorry, but lots of groping and M-rated remarks
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to Tolkien and everyone else but me. Cause I suck and I’m poor and I don’t own anything but Connor and Karma and all the other characters from the novel I’m writing.
Feedback: Much appreciated – emono@rock.com
Warnings: Slash, and some OOC, but their better that way
Summary: Faramir being a smartass and joining the Fellowship. He joins them on their quest to a certain extent because I simply thought he needed a bigger role.

Emono: Hey, just wanted to point out the thing with the title.
Karma: stares hard I don’t see a pattern.
Connor: rolls eyes She’s hopeless, ignore her.

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Chapter 3: Corruption on the Ground

“(If you listen) Listen, listen
(Listen close) Beat by beat
(You can hear when the heart stops) I saved the pieces
(When it broke) And ground them all to dust”
—Bleed Black

Crunching snow found it’s way to Faramir’s ears threw his hood, making him whirl around to see Frodo falling down in the snow.

“Dear Valar….” Faramir stepped forward to go to the Hobbit, then saw a shiny object in the snow. It was the Ring on a chain, it made him sigh.

“Ah, the Ring” Faramir sighed, leaning down and picking it up. He held it in his palm, it was warm. He smiled slightly, glad to find something warm. He rubbed off the snow, he found the Ring looked a bit better when on the silver chain. “Hey brother!” Boromir looked over, eyes going wide when Faramir drew back his hood and held up the Ring “Look what I’ve taken from Frodo! And it’s warm to!” Faramir’s teasing didn’t settle well, for his brother was upon him in an instant. A fist was in his stomach, causing him to choke on his breath and bend over slightly. “Brother…?” He sounded breathless and weak, it sickened him to hear himself this way. But that’s what his brother did to him sometimes….it was just Boromir…

“Never jest about such a thing” Boromir hissed, Faramir straightened himself and pulled away from the blonde haired man.

“Fine, take the gaudy thing then” Faramir threw the stupid Ring at his brother, turning to walk ahead with no other thoughts then to catch up to Legolas and speak of some lighter subjects. He heard Frodo cry out slightly in alarm that he had lost the Ring, it made him scowl. Stupid Ring and it’s stupid influence…

“Boromir…” Aragorn said warily, Faramir whipped around. His brother was holding up the Ring, staring at it as if in a trance. Gandalf and Legolas turned to look as well…

“It is such a strange fate that we suffer such fear and doubt” Boromir’s voice was low yet clear “over so small a thing…such a little thing…”

“Boromir!” Aragorn’s voice was firmer, it broke his brother from his trance and shook him more than a physical touch would. “Give the Ring to Frodo” Boromir stepped forward slowly.

“As you wish” Boromir held out the Ring, Frodo snatched it away. Boromir forced a smile, ruffling the Hobbit’s hair “I care not” But as Boromir made his way up the mountain toward the others, his face was set in a grim expression. Faramir watched as Aragorn retracted his hand from his sword, then reached out for his brother as he passed.

“Brother…” Boromir shrugged off his touch, but Faramir followed closely “Does the Ring really have that much sway over your actions? Are you truly plagued by it’s presence that much? Please, I-” Boromir’s fist was at his jaw, knocking his sideways. But his brother caught him, holding him by his upper arms as he stared wide eyed at his sibling. “B-Brother?”

“Do not touch it Faramir, do not let it call to you, do not give it a chance” Boromir reached up and tenderly brushed back golden locks from his brothers gray-green eyes “I don’t want it to get to you little brother, you must understand….” Faramir believed him, for his brother never hit him unless he truly had a reason. Boromir’s face was grim, his eyes soft with his feelings…

“I understand brother….” Faramir nodded, his brother nodded and let him go to continue up the mountain toward Gandalf and the Elf and the Dwarf. Faramir stood there in a daze before a hand was placed on his back and he was gently coaxed to go forward.

Clear blue eyes watched, jealousy seething as Aragorn gently coaxed Faramir up the snowy slope. He didn’t want to seethe green, but for right now it was his color as Aragorn’s hand went up Faramir’s back to touch the back of his neck intimately. Faramir smiled softly at the other Ranger, murmuring what Legolas knew was a thanks.

Yes, green was definitely his color today.

Emono: Ok, so it’s kind of bad right now.
Karma: It gets better, promise.
Connor: It gets alright…
Emono and Karma: glare hard
Connor: pff, whatever broods in corner
Emono: I’m writing as fast as I can, so don’t throw pointy objects at me. I only have one more after this, but I’m writing with the speed of a bullet.

All flames will be used to heat Faramir’s tea.

Flames make me shrink up like a…

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...I can’t think of a non-sexual metaphor.

(HOUSE-FANS get me on that one)

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