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Forgotten Moments (NC-17)

Written by balrog

27 December 2010 | 49648 words

Title: Forgotten Moments
Author: balrog
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Faramir
Warnings: MPREG

Faramir finds out that his life was nothing but a lie.

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Chapter 10

Orophin walked over to the bed and pulled the covers back carefully. There on the sheets was blood and the bed was wet. “It’s time, Faramir. I think your water broke. Are you in pain?”

“No I don’t think so.” He could feel no pain across his abdomen.

Orophin went to the balcony and called a servant from below to fetch Lenwë. He went back inside, cleaned up Faramir and changed the sheets. As he placed the blanket back on Faramir, Lenwë walked into the bedroom with a satchel.

“What seems to be the matter?” Lenwë got his bag open ready for anything.

“His water broke and there was blood on the sheets. He says he’s not in pain.” Orophin was holding Faramir’s hand.

“That’s strange. Usually there are contractions after water breaking. Let me see.” Lenwë pulled the blanket back and lift the nightshirt up. “Open you legs for me Faramir.”

Faramir did what he was told.

“You are definitely in labor. The opening is quite large and looks about ready.” Lenwë turned to Orophin. “Send for his husband. He should be here for this.”

Orophin ran to the door and as he pulled it open there stood Éomer. “What are you doing back?”

“I came as soon as Haldir told me that Faramir was in labor. Am I right?” Éomer entered and put his weapons beside the door. He made his way to their bedroom to see his husband.

“Yes, you are. I was on my way to send word to you but seeing that you’re here… well I guess I don’t have to now.” They both made their way to the bedroom.

When he saw his husband in the bed, Éomer made his way over. He grabbed his hand and kissed the fingers. “My love, how are you? Your father told me to come home this morning and that’s when I realized that you could be having our children.”

“I’m fine, no pain yet. Lenwë says it’s strange.” Faramir held his hands in Éomer’s. At the same moment there was a sharp pain that ripped through his belly. “Ahhhhh…”

“This is a good sign. The contractions have started.” Lenwë made his way to the night stand and opened his satchel. Inside was an herb that would lessen the pain. “Chew on this. It should lessen the pain but enough so that you will be fully awake when they are born. Now, pull up your legs and plant your feet firmly on the bed.” Lenwë made his way to the foot of the bed and knelt on the floor. “I need him to the edge of the bed.”

Rúmil and Éomer gently picked up Faramir and placed him further down on the bed so that his buttocks rested near the edge, enough so that his feet were still on the bed for comfort.

“Rúmil, could you go and summon two more healers from the healing tent. If he’s having twins, I need to have as much help as I possibly can.”

Rúmil left the room for a moment.

“I want you, Éomer, to sit behind your husband with him leaning on you for support. When he starts to push you will have to help him with your strength. His opening is getting bigger and I believe your children will be here within the hour. This is the first time that children have been born this quickly. It usually takes an elf almost a day to have their first child born.” Lenwë heard a commotion behind him and watched as his two assistants arrived in the room. “I need a lot of towels and sheets and plenty of water. He’s having twins.”

Éomer got ready behind his husband. He was propped up on pillows to help with the pushing. He whispered endearments into his husband’s ear to calm him further. The contractions were coming closer.

“Ok, Faramir, when I tell you to push, push. These children want out now.” After a few minutes, Lenwë watched as the top of one head appeared. “Push Faramir.”

Éomer pushed his husband’s shoulders forward as Faramir bared down. Within a few seconds his first child was brought into this world. Screams were heard throughout the talan as the child was placed into the arms of one of his assistants while the other waited for the next child. Lenwë didn’t have time to say anything about the sex of the child when Faramir screamed again. He looked down and saw the crowning head of the next twin. It was born within seconds. He place this child in the arms of the second assistant and they took the children to be cleaned up before meeting their parents.

When Faramir screamed the second time a group of people showed up in the living room. There stood Celeborn, Galadriel, Haldir, Orophin and a few elleths that helped during his bed rest. Haldir paced the room knowing what his son was going through. But this was different, his son was having twins. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked into Celeborn’s eyes.

“Now you know how I felt when you brought your children into this world, my son.” Celeborn remembered those days when the three brothers came to them after their parents left Middle Earth for the Grey Havens. Haldir’s father was his best march warden and when he was injured after Rúmil was born, their parents both left for Valinor because his wound would not heal properly. Haldir and his brothers then went to live with Celeborn and Galadriel. The Lord and Lady treated them as their own children.

“Aye, I guess you do, Celeborn,” Haldir replied not using his title.

Lenwë cleaned up Faramir and went to check on the children.

Éomer picked up Faramir off the bed and Orophin replaced the sheets with clean ones. They got Faramir comfortable and placed a blanket on him to keep warm.

Lenwë came into the room with his two assistants and they passed the children to their parents.

Faramir woke up the moment a child was placed in his arms. “Hello, beautiful.” Tears escaped his eyes when he saw his child for the first time. “Now who are you, boy or girl?” Faramir looked to the healer.

“Boy and the one that Éomer has is a girl,” Lenwë said.

Faramir looked to the child in Éomer’s arms and gasped. They both had white blond hair like their grandfather and their features were exactly the same. When wrapped up, they were hard to tell apart. He brushed the little hair behind the ears and saw that they were pointed like an elf’s.

“How can this be? He has elf ears. He should have our ears, slightly rounded.” Faramir was puzzled.

“I know not why this is the way. They are both happy and healthy from what I can tell. To know if they are fully elven, I have no way of knowing,” Lenwë replied.

Faramir always wanted a family and now he had one of each. “Welcome to my world, children.” When this statement was said eyes below him opened and they were the bluest eyes like the sky. He looked to the child in Éomer’s arms and the eyes were open. They were brown. “I guess they are not alike. Their eye color is different. They are beautiful.” Faramir hugged the little boy in his arms.

Éomer watched and listen to what was said. He never thought he would have a family but now that the day was here, a tear slid down his cheek. This was a happy moment for him. The little girl in his arms was just as beautiful as her brother. “They need names.” He somehow couldn’t take his eyes off his daughter. ‘My daughter, my son,’ he thought.

“I agree. How about Baineth for our daughter and Arodion for our son?”

“Where did you come up with those?” Faramir asked.

“Well when I was not here, I spent my time in the library looking up names of elves. I thought since you were part elf and your father is full elf, they should have elf names.” Éomer kissed the top of Baineth’s head.

“What do the mean?” Faramir asked.

“Arodion means son of Noble One and Baineth means Beautiful One. I didn’t realize that they were going to this beautiful.”

“I love the names, my love.” Faramir turned his head to receive a kiss from his husband. “Should we show the rest of the family? They maybe getting nervous.”

“Yes, I think that is a good idea. I will take them to the living room. By the sounds of it, we have extended family out there too.” Éomer took both children, one in each arm, and made his way to the living room.

Haldir was the first to approach Éomer when he walked into the room with two bundles. “How are they? How’s Faramir?”

“Everyone is fine, Haldir. I have a surprise for you.” He watched as Haldir pulled back the blankets on their faces and gasped.

“They are identical in every way.”

“Well, not every way, Haldir. The one on my left arm is Baineth and the one on the right is Arodion.”

“A daughter and a son like me!” Haldir kissed each child and then Éomer’s forehead. “Thank you for giving me this gift of grandchildren, Éomer.”

“You will have to thank Faramir for that. I just participated in the making. He carried out the process. Why don’t you go see him.”

“Thank you, my son.” This was the first time that Éomer was called son by Haldir and a great big smile took over his face.

“You’re welcome, Ada.” Éomer smiled as he said the word. He watched as Haldir made his way to the bedroom before he introduced his children to the rest of the group.

Upon arriving in the bedroom, Haldir watched his son sleep. He knew exactly how exhausting it was to birth children. Making his way to the bed, the March Warden sat on the edge and gazed at his son. He had a certain glow about him that looked more elven than human.

Faramir felt someone sit on the bed and he opened his eyes, smiling at the elf that was there. “Hello, Ada.” Faramir was a little groggy from the herbs that Lenwë had just given him for pain. Lenwë told him it would be a few hours before the opening closed up and there might be some pain.

“Hello, my son, how are you?” Haldir asked as he brushed hair behind Faramir’s ear. “Are you in pain?”

“No, Lenwë gave me something for that and I’m a little tired. What do you think of the children?”

“They are beautiful. You have a set like mine. I also loved the names you picked for them.” Haldir was straightening out the blanket on Faramir to keep him warm.

“You can thank Éomer for that. He was the one that named them. Ada, there is something you should know about my children.” Faramir didn’t know how Haldir was going to take the news.

“What’s that, ion nín?” Haldir asked using the elvish words for ‘my son’.

“They are identical in every way. The only things that are different about them is the color of their eyes and…”

“Yes,” Haldir replied.

“They have elven ears. Their totally elven, not human.”

“That can’t be possible. They are your kin not mine.” Haldir was totally puzzled at this revelation.

“I know. This should not be happening. Is Lord Celeborn out there? Maybe he can tell us why this is happening,” Faramir asked.

“I’ll get him.” Haldir left and came back within a few minutes with Celeborn.

“What is it Faramir? Something is wrong.” Celeborn took a seat in a chair beside the bed while Haldir took up the side of the bed on the opposite side.

“Nothings wrong but my children are different.”

“I know. I see that you have both genders.” Celeborn was happy for the young couple.

“That’s not all, my Lord. The children were born with elvish ears. They are totally pointed, no roundness to them like ours.” Faramir played with the edge of the blanket not looking at Celeborn.

“Look at me, my son.” Celeborn watched as Faramir’s head rose and grey eyes looked into his. “I know that your children are fully elven. I looked into their eyes as did Galadriel and we both agree that your children have no human traits in them. We talked in our minds and came up with the reason that it’s Lothlórien that did this to them. With them being born here, in this magical place and Haldir being your father, that is the reason why your children are elves. They will have the longevity of elves and are now considered one of us.” Celeborn turned to Haldir. “Go get Éomer. I have a question to ask him.”

“Yes, my Lord,” Haldir replied and left.

Within minutes, Éomer came into the room but Haldir was not with him nor the children.

“How are you my love?” Éomer asked as he bent over and kissed his husband before addressing Celeborn. He took up the edge of the bed that Haldir sat on moments before.

“I am fine, baby,” Faramir said and returned the kiss. “Lord Celeborn, here, has something to ask of us.”

Celeborn watched as the love between the two humans glowed. He chuckled at the affection.

“I want to know something about you two,” Celeborn began. “I want to know if you would consider yourselves as elves or part of the human race.”

“What do you mean, my Lord?” asked Faramir.

“We can do without titles right now. I’m asking as a father to a grandson.”

“We are not related, Celeborn. Haldir is my father, you are not his,” Faramir stated.

“I disagree with you, Faramir. When Haldir and his brothers parents left this world, Galadriel and I took up their duties as parents. When an elf comes into another family, we cherish the elflings as our own. We become parents to them so therefore you are my grandson. The reason I asked that question is because of that heritage. With Haldir’s parents and your children being elves, you both have the choice of being one of us. You can live out your life here and in Valinor when the time comes or you can grow old and die with the human race. The decision is yours to make.” Celeborn leaned back in the chair waiting for their answer.

“Do we have to answer now, Celeborn?” Éomer asked.

“Yes, you should do it now. The souls of your children are still fresh and the magic could weaken by the end of the day and as it is almost noon, you don’t have much time.”

Faramir stared at Éomer and knew his answer by the look in his eyes. He turned his head to the door as Galadriel entered.

“Well, my husband, have they given their answer?” Galadriel asked when Celeborn gave up his seat for her.

“Not yet, my love,” Celeborn answered, kissing her cheek.

Faramir watched the love glow between the rulers of Lothlórien. He now knew that the magic was strongest with these two elves.

“Yes,” Faramir whispered.

“Yes, what, Faramir?” Galadriel asked.

“Yes, we will join the elves.” Faramir couldn’t take his eyes off the Lady because of the ethereal glow she gave off from her soul.

“So be it,” she said. “Take my hand Éomer while you take Faramir’s and he will in turn take Celeborn’s and then mine. Close your eyes.”

All four in the room took the hand next to him or her. Galadriel said something in elvish that Faramir and Éomer couldn’t understand. The air got thin in the room as Faramir watched a bright light glow on the other side of his eyelids. Then he felt something inside of him change. It was faint at first but then the intensity of it grew until he heard himself cry out. Éomer felt the same sensations and he, too, cried out at the changes that took over his body.

Outside in the living room, elves that were gathered there cooed and giggled at the elflings. It was then that Rúmil looked towards the bedroom door and saw a bight light.

“What’s that about?” he exclaimed and stood to make his way to the door when an arm stopped him.

“It’s Celeborn and Galadriel offering Faramir and Éomer’s souls to the elvish side. They talked to me about this a few days ago being that Faramir is my son.”

“Oh,” Rúmil said. He couldn’t find any other words to say. All the elves of Lothlórien knew what this entailed since it was done before but that was a long time ago. This was the first time Rúmil got to see the light.

Inside the bedroom, the glow started to fade. Faramir felt the tingling in his fingers and toes start to subside but only a little. He knew that he was different now but didn’t know about the changes.

These changes would shock anyone if they knew the power of the elves. Faramir and Éomer now sported pointed, elvish ears. Their hair had grown down to their hips but held the same color. Éomer’s face was devoid of a beard. The skin was paler and Éomer would find out later that his scars from battles would have disappeared. As for their height, they each grew another six inches. They were now as tall as the elves.

When Faramir opened his eyes, he gazed at his husband’s changes. “You are beautiful, baby!” using the endearment.

Éomer stared at his husband after he opened his eyes. “So are you, my love,” Éomer stated as he leaned over and kissed his husband.

“Our job is done here, my husband. Let us go back into the living room and see the children. These two need to be left alone.” Galadriel rose from the chair and both rulers left the room.

Faramir couldn’t believe the changes. Éomer looked totally different from a human.

“Do you feel any different?” Faramir asked as he broke off the kiss to breathe.

“Yes I do. I feel younger, more vibrant. Look at your hair!”

“And look at you, your hair is longer.” Faramir brushed his husband’s hair aside. “You have elf ears! Your beard is gone also.”

Éomer brushed Faramir’s aside. “You do, too!” he exclaimed.

Neither of them could get over the changes that took place. Hearing the door open, Faramir watched as Haldir took the chair.

“Well, now this is a transformation. You both look beautiful.” Haldir took in the differences of each of them. “How do you both feel?”

“Well, I feel alright. I feel young inside and my fingers tingle.” Faramir still could feel the magic working.

“I will leave you both to your new selves. It will be a while until you sense the magic dissipate. It usually takes a few days.”

“Thank you, Ada. This is a wonderful gift you have given me,” Faramir said taking his father’s hand.

“You are most welcome, ion nín,” Haldir replied taking his son’s hand and kissing the knuckles. He could see the glow between the two bonded mates more clearly. The March Warden left the room and went to visit his grandchildren.

After a few minutes, Éomer saw the nightshirt get wet in the front where his nipples were situated.

“Why is your chest wet?”

“I don’t know.” Faramir looked at his own chest and saw the wet spots. Just then Haldir came in with two crying children.

“What wrong with them?” Faramir questioned when he heard his children crying. Haldir handed Baineth to his Adar.

“They are hungry. You have to feed them,” Haldir replied.

“How am I supposed to do that? I don’t have breasts like a female.” Faramir was shocked that Haldir could say this.

“You may not have the breasts of a female but you do have the milk to feed them. Place Baineth in your arms and position her mouth on your nipple. She will latch onto it and take what she needs. I have done this with my own children.” Haldir helped his son feed his children.

When Baineth latched onto his nipple he suddenly felt the closeness of his child that any parent would feel. It brought a tear to his eye and ran down his cheek.

Éomer watched as the tear fell and brushed it away. He could feel the tenderness in the love of his children. Arodion was placed in his arms. He looked into his son’s eyes and saw the starlight of Lothlórien in them. It gave his son a more elven look. Arodion looked at his father and smiled.

As Baineth released the nipple, Faramir burped her and placed her between his legs on the bed. Éomer placed their son in his arms and wanted to put him on the same nipple when a hand stopped him. Faramir looked up at his father.

“Do not do that for it will make you sore on one side. Feed your son on the other side and when they need to feed again, reverse their positions. This way your nipples will stay in shape for feeding.” Haldir helped Faramir with his son and proceeded to lift his granddaughter into his arms. The little girl in his arms looked up at him with a big grin on her face. Her eyes were the color of her Adar’s. She was simply beautiful.

Two letters arrived from Gondor when Faramir was outside with the twins. Rúmil and Haldir were with him on this beautiful day. They all sat beneath the talan that Faramir and Éomer lived with the twins in the arms of their grandfather and uncle. The messenger stopped before Faramir and bowed.

“Yes?” Faramir asked.

“Messages have arrived for the two of you. Two are from Gondor and one from Rohan.” The messenger placed the letters in his hands.

“Thank you,” Faramir replied and watched the messenger bow and leave.

Faramir handed one letter to Éomer and looked at the two in his hands. One writing he recognized but the other he did not. He opened his father’s letter and read.

Éomer opened his letter and noticed it was from his uncle, the King.

After many silent minutes, Faramir replaced the one letter from Denethor and opened the other. It was from a man named Aragorn. It put a smile on his face to read what was going on in Gondor since his departure. He had a happy look on his face when he finished the letter.

“What put that look on your face, my husband?” Éomer asked.

“Well, Denethor is now fully recovered from his sickness and is showing the future King of Gondor his duties. They have a great friendship between the two of them that the councilors never thought would happen. In Aragorn’s letter, he says the same thing. He is glad that Denethor has accepted the position of Steward and within the year there will be a celebration to put Aragorn on the throne and rule Gondor. The future king is inviting us to attend. Who would have known?”

“I know what you mean. Uncle says the same thing. He is going to the celebration with Éowyn, my sister. They are planning to leave in two months. He also has accepted our decision to become elven. He hopes to see us at the coronation.” Éomer looked to Faramir for something.

“We will go to the coronation but what do we do with the children. They are to young to travel.” Faramir thought of the safety of his children that he bore. Here in this realm it was safe from the outside world; dangers were something different out beyond the trees. Faramir remembered what happen to him.

Just then Faramir heard a throat being clear. “I can’t let you do that, Ada. You have your own children to attend. How are you going to look after four young ones?”

“You forget that I have plenty of help,” piped up his father. “I have brothers, a Lord and Lady as well as three caregivers that looked after you when you were pregnant. Besides, my own children don’t need looking after that much. They are quite independent on their own.

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