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Finding Love (NC-17)

Written by Lady Mina

26 February 2006 | 1943 words

Pairing: Faramir/Éomer
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, only borrowed. I'll put him back when I'm done with him (if I must).
Warning: Slash.
Beta: None, other than myself.
Summary: Faramir finds love. Hard to sum up, except for the fact that I probably really messed with their ages and the timeline. I had no desire to try to work around dates and times, but this would be pre-quest for the ring. Done for the Faramir Fics Valentine's Day challenge.

Author's Note: Sounds like a het story at the beginning – but its not, really I swear. Okay, never really written a slash fic before, so this is my first attempt. Please be gentle with the criticism. It is also my first challenge. It's hard for me to be brief (Dae – don't you dare laugh), so this was a personal challenge as well.

Arichivist's Note: *Winner* of the Faramir Fics Valentine's Day challenge!

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He remembered the first time he laid eyes on her. One of the patrols had discovered her. He'd watched as the two Rangers struggled to hold onto her. She couldn't have been more than eight years old. She fought with an unnamed strength. She'd been found with quite a lump on her head and she could not remember her name or anything else, which was why the patrol had brought her to his father.

The patrol found the remnants of a village several days away. It had been utterly destroyed. They assumed that the girl came from there, but no one knew for sure. His father had her brought before the court. Faramir had watched from the shadows, intrigued by the girl who could remember nothing, yet fought with the spirit of a warrior.

She was offered a place in Lord Denethor's home, which she took because she had no place else to go. No one claimed the missing child. One day, Faramir walked the young girl back to her room after lessons. As he turned to leave, she whispered, "Thank you."

He turned and bowed toward her. "Your welcome, m'lady." He turned and started to leave, but when he realized she hadn't shut her door, he turned back around. "Do you require anything else?"

She stared at the ground for a moment before looking back up at him. A quiver played at her bottom lip. "A friend?" she asked hesitantly.

A broad grin spread across his face. He whispered, "A friend, that I can manage." From that moment on, the two were inseparable, forever causing one sort of trouble or another. When she agreed to stay, it was Faramir who named her. She blushed when he mentioned that Bryne meant "fiery". It was a testament to her personality.

Many years passed and the two remained inseparable. She could not train as a Ranger, even though that would have been her first choice. So instead, she followed her next love, horses. Even at a very young age, she had bred them, raised them and trained them. As she grew, so did her natural ability with the horses. Between her talent and her golden hair, he had begun to wonder if she might not be one of the Rohirrim. His father had seen and wondered the very same thing. So, they traveled to Rohan to see King Théoden.

They arrived in Rohan and announced themselves to the King. As was the way of courts, they were entertained for several days before they finally got down to business. Faramir had met Prince Théodred and Lord Éomer. Meanwhile, Bryne and Éowyn spent long hours together, getting to know each other. The young men quickly discovered many similarities between the two young women. Both were as fierce in their emotions, as they were with a blade. Both lamented the fact that they were denied opportunities because they were women.

When King Théoden was told of Bryne's plight, she could see the sorrow in his eyes. "I'm sorry, child, no one in our kingdom has lost a daughter. Even if an event were reported that long ago, I would have remembered."

"Do not pity me or feel sorrow on my behalf, King Théoden. I have been blessed with a loving family and many opportunities. And," she said smiling at the gentle king, "I'm sure you would have remembered. It seems that I seem to have, over the years, shown a natural ability for the horses and Lord Denethor thought that maybe long ago, someone would have claimed me as missing."

King Théoden sadly shook his head. He had watched the girl in amazement. She truly seemed one with nature. Almost, as if she were one of them. After spending much time in Edoras, they returned home.

A few weeks later, he knew he should have been concentrating on training his troops. Instead, he could feel her eyes on him. He turned around and there, on one of the highest walls, sat Bryne, his best friend. In truth, she was more like a sister to him. He could almost feel her sadness. After training, he made his way to the top level and sat on the wall next to her. "Little sister, why are you so sad?"

She slapped his arm playfully. "Little? I could best you without breathing hard." She chuckled, then met his eyes, her face serious. "You must tell him, Faramir."

Faramir sighed and shook his head. "No, such things are not done."

She snorted. "Yes they are and you know it. You love him and he loves you. You cannot hide from it."

"And what if you're wrong?"

She smirked at him. "I am never wrong, brother. Now stop making excuses, get on your horse and go to him."

"I cannot. My horse is tired. We have been training all day."

"Another excuse, brother. Do you think I was not aware of this? There is a fresh horse in the stables awaiting you. He is saddled and I have taken the liberty for packing for you. He has agreed to meet you halfway. Now go."

As the horse's hooves thundered across the ground, Faramir feared he would be too late. But soon he saw the horse lord in the distance. The horses galloped toward each other. When they met in the middle, the men quickly dismounted.

"Éomer, I. . ." Faramir stumbled over his words.

Éomer had no use for words as he looked into the eyes of the future Captain. He pulled the slender man towards him and their lips met in an almost violent crash. Lips and tongues dueled, not for dominance, but out of a deep need that had been denied for far too long. Neither man wanted to break the kiss, yet the need for air drew them apart.

Éomer ran his thumb along Faramir's jaw. "Come, there is a cave not far from here." He quickly led Faramir to the cave, hoping the Ranger would not change his mind. He needn't have worried, for once the horses were tethered and the two men were hidden from sight, Faramir seemed desperate to touch Éomer.

Tunics were quickly shed and bare skin touched as they drew in for another kiss. Éomer slid one hand around Faramir's waist and held him close, letting him know how much he desired him. His other hand drifted to an exposed nipple. When Faramir moaned softly into his mouth, Éomer increased the pressure, drawing it to a hard peak and causing Faramir to moan again.

Éomer backed Faramir up until the reached the cave wall. Éomer dropped his head and pulled the peak into his mouth. Faramir wrapped his hand in the golden hair and pulled him tight. Éomer's hands wandered over the slender man, mapping out muscles with his fingertips.

Faramir moaned, the heat of Éomer's fingers nearly burning his skin. His mouth and tongue seemed even hotter as they left his one nipple and blazed a path to the other. He found the strength to run his hands over Éomer's bare chest, grazing the nipples as he did so. Éomer gasped as the sensitive nubs were caressed gently by his soon to be lover.

Éomer gently pulled away. "Come love, we have waited this long. It will not matter if we take a few more minutes and make ourselves comfortable."

They moved further into the cave, spreading out blankets and removing their boots and breeches. They lay down and Faramir shivered slightly, partly from nerves and partly from disrobing. Éomer pulled him close, and the heat returned, in all its blazing glory to warm Faramir's heart and soul, as well as his body.

"I did not believe," Faramir hesitated, "well, I did not believe that you felt as I did."

"How could I not feel the same? You captured my heart the moment I laid eyes on you, and you did not notice. Only Bryne noticed. And I could not deny it. She would not allow it."

"Then I owe her a debt of gratitude."

"As do I." Éomer replied before capturing Faramir's lips again. Hands touched and caressed as they moved over skin. Desire built quickly after such longing and denial.

Faramir reached for the bottle of oil Bryne had so thoughtfully packed. As he handed it to Éomer, he saw desire reflected in his eyes. He knew his own eyes showed the same. Éomer quickly coated his fingers with the oil and as they caressed the puckered opening, Faramir's breath came in quick gasps. When Éomer gently inserted one finger, Faramir gripped the blanket. His eyelids fluttered and Éomer pressed soft kisses to his lover's chest, drawing appreciative moans.

Éomer inserted another finger as he took a nipple in his mouth and coaxed it into hardness. As he rotated and scissored his fingers, Faramir fought not to impale himself on those questing fingers. "Now, Éomer. No more waiting."

"I'm afraid I will hurt you."

Faramir shook his head no and Éomer quickly withdrew his fingers, leaving Faramir wanting only more. Éomer quickly coated his aching erection and leaned over Faramir. His cock was poised at the tight entrance when Faramir threw his legs over Éomer's and pulled the larger man into him. Both men gasped at the sudden heat. Faramir knew that the burning sensation would soon give way to more pleasurable feelings.

Éomer waited as Faramir adjusted to the feel of him. When both men were ready, Éomer began to move, withdrawing slowly, almost all the way out of his lover's body then thrusting back into him as deeply as he could. Each stroke made them both moan or gasp. Éomer began to move more quickly and Faramir met each thrust with one of his own. A soft sheen of sweat covered their bodies as they strove for release. Suddenly, Éomer shifted his hips and hit Faramir's sweet spot, causing him to call out his lover's name. Hearing his name fall from those sweet, full lips, caused Éomer to thrust even harder and faster, hitting that spot time and again until neither man could take it any longer. Faramir came, spilling hot semen over his body. Faramir's muscles contracted around Éomer's cock, causing him to come hard and fast.

Both men were spent, exhausted after waiting so long to show their feelings. "I love you," Faramir said softly, his voice echoing slightly in the cave.

"And I love you," replied Éomer, "and, just a little further into this cave is a hot springs, when you feel ready to move."

"I'm afraid that might not be for quite some time."

Éomer chuckled, "That's quite alright. I'm perfectly content to hold you in my arms as long as need be."

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