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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 11

The Great Gates of Minas Tirith loomed before them. It’s been two years since they saw them but it was like returning after a patrol. Faramir almost felt strange that he was returning to the city that gave him such vivid memories of hurt. When they made it to the top, they were greeted by Denethor themselves.

As Faramir got off his horse, he could feel the change in Denethor. He was a vibrant young man again with hair that was almost black. He still bore a tinge of silver on the temples. He was looking at a different man than the man who raised him.

“My Lord Steward, it is good to see you again.” Faramir bowed before the man.

“Oh stop this formality and give me a hug.” Denethor stepped forward and placed his arms around Faramir. It was good to hold him again. He stood back from Faramir and noticed the change. Faramir had long hair tied back from his face and he noticed the ears. He also noticed that the two men were taller. When he looked at Éomer, he saw the same thing. “What’s happened to you? You both look different.”

“I…” Faramir was hesitant in telling Denethor anything but he did deserve the truth. “I found my father as I wrote but…”

“Is my family here, My Lord?” Éomer asked.

“Yes, they arrive two months ago. Why do you ask?” Denethor asked.

“It would be best to tell this story once instead of twice. My own family doesn’t know what has become of me because I never told them. They don’t know that I am a father.” Éomer kicked the ground with his boot feeling ashamed.

“Didn’t you tell them?” Faramir asked looking at his husband. “I thought that was why we sent letters to our families to let them know what happened to us.”

Denethor heard the ‘our families’ come from Faramir’s lips and smiled. “You still think of me as family after what I did to you?” he asked.

“I do. You raised me into the man I became before I left. I now know that it wasn’t your fault what happened. I’m glad I got rid of that evil thing before you completely lost your mind. Can I still call you father when I am here?” he asked shyly.

“You can. I would like your forgiveness for what I did to you. I never knew what was in my mind during those times. After I was redeemed to rule again, my memories have almost faded. I do suffer from some nightmares that I control with sleeping draughts. It’s not a full cure but it will do for now. Come, you must both be tired from your journey. Your room is ready. I put you in a different room reserved for nobility. To me you are my son and noble. You deserve the best.” Denethor lead them to the special quarters reserved for regal people. “Besides, Lord Aragorn would have my head on a platter if I didn’t treat you well.” He laughed at the last statement.

Faramir looked to Éomer when Denethor laughed. It had been sometime since his father laughed and it was embraced. He placed his arm around his father’s shoulders in a brotherly gesture. His father turned his head and smiled.

Denethor placed his arm around Faramir’s shoulders when he felt the hand on his own. It was welcomed. They made their way to the room and Denethor said that dinner would be served in a few hours. This would give them time to refresh themselves and nap before then.

They arrived at the Great Hall of Feasts and were announced by a herald. Many heads turned their way as they made their way to the head table to bow to the future king.

“My Lord,” both Faramir and Éomer said at the same time and bowed.

Then a squeal was heard throughout the room. Éomer knew that squeal anywhere and turned to see his sister running towards him. He picked her up and twirled her around as if she was a child. They embraced and kissed.

Aragorn watched this and it broke his heart to see the hugs and kisses.

“Sister, Éowyn, it is great to see you. How have you been?” Éomer asked.

Then Aragorn smiled a great smile when he heard the word ‘sister’.

“I’m fine, no I’m great. It is great to see you again. Has this man been taking care of you?” Éowyn looked at Faramir and saw the nod. Then she noticed the change. “What’s with the long hair and have you grown again?”

“Yes he has. We will be telling our story to our family after dinner. Can I escort you to your seat, sister?” Éomer offered his arm.

“Yes you may. It is to the right of Lord Aragorn,” she said with a smile.

Éomer turned to see Aragorn nod his head. It was then that he saw his uncle sitting to Aragorn’s left. He bowed to the King of Rohan.

Théoden watched as his son stood before him. He hardly recognized his son with long hair tied back and taller.

Aragorn rose from his chair. “I would like you to take the two seats beside your uncle, Lord Éomer. It is your right.” He extended his left arm as an invitation.

Faramir and Éomer both bowed and took their seats after depositing Éowyn beside Aragorn.

The meal was most pleasing to their tastes and after that, dancing. After a few hours, Faramir and Éomer gathered their families as well as Aragorn and went into the future king’s study.

Both husbands explained what had happened to them when they left Gondor. Not all was said in the letters but when the part of the children was told, Éowyn gasped.

“You have children, Faramir?”

“Yes a boy and girl.” Faramir told them everything. When he finished, he waited.

“You mean to tell us that you are now elven? You will not die?” Théoden asked.

“Yes, uncle. We were given the choice when the children were born. They are fully elven and they would see us die before their majority. Because of Faramir being half elven, he was given the chance to live the life of an elf.” Éomer took hold of Faramir’s hand and rubbed the knuckles. “We had to make a decision before the mid of night when the souls of our children was still new. It did not take us long to decide. We want to be there for our children and our grandchildren and their children’s children.” Éomer and Faramir raised their hair from their ears. They were pointed. “This is what happened when we chose to live the life of an elf. We will sail with the elves when they leave these shores.”

Denethor bowed his head when this was said. He wished he never looked into that wicked ball.

All was silent in the room. Then Éowyn rose and went to her brother and brother-in-law. She kneeled on the floor with tears in her eyes. She clasped each their hands.

“Don’t cry, Éowyn,” Éomer said. “We will visit often to both cities. You will not lose us.”

“Do they treat you right?” she asked.

“They are full of love. Their realm is like a sanctuary that holds no evil except what is on the boarders. I am now part of their March Wardens which is like a captain while Faramir stays with the children.”

“Are you calling me your wife now, love?” Faramir teased to lighten the mood.

“Of course I am,” Éomer teased back and winked.

“Well then, husband, get me another drink.”

Laughter broke out in the room. All was back to normal as normal could be called that.

“I have some news of my own,” Éowyn said and rose from the floor and stood beside Aragorn. She took his hand into hers and it was welcomed. “After the coronation, Aragorn and I are to be married.”

This stunned Éomer. “What of Rohan? Who is going to rule there?” Éomer asked.

“My son, Théodred,” Théoden replied. “He married this year to Lothiriel, daughter of Prince Imrahil of Dol Amroth and is expecting their first child, therefore he will not be going out on patrol. I am rearing him to take over my duties that is why he is not here. He stepped into my shoes before I left to come here. I’m giving him this chance to rule in my stead.”

“This is wonderful news all around,” Éomer stated. “I’m happy for you sister. Welcome to the family Lord Aragorn.”

“Please, call me Aragorn since you are going to be my brother-in-law in a few days.” Aragorn kissed Éowyn’s hand.

All had a wonderful time telling their own stories. There was laughter in all but Denethor. Faramir watched his ‘father’. He felt for the man. He rose from his chair and sat at the feet of his father. He put his head on Denethor’s knees as tears left his eyes. Everyone saw this gesture. Aragorn nodded to the rest silently and they left.

Many moments passed before a hand presented itself on his hair. Then the hand began to stroke his hair.

“What’s wrong, my son?” Denethor asked.

“Everyone seems to have happy news except you. I do not blame you for what happened. It’s that cursed ball that started all this!” Faramir rose his head with tears steaming down his face. “Since I became elven, my feelings have surfaced. I can no longer hold them in without showing my emotions.”

“I do not want you to cry anymore. These are happy times and we should forget the past. Have you remembered anymore of what I did to you?” Denethor watched his son’s reaction.

“No, I don’t remember much anymore. Those are now forgotten moments. I had two nightmares here about what you did and then nothing. It’s seems like there is a hole in my past.” Faramir wiped his tears on his sleeve.

“I know what you mean. The more days that pass, I no longer remember what I did to you. I also have a hole in my life. Maybe this is our way of creating a whole new life for ourselves. Someone took our memories away from us to be replaced by new ones.” Denethor took his son’s hand into his.

“I believe that too, father.” Faramir watched the man before him when he said the word. A smile was shown to him and it made him feel whole again.

Denethor felt his heart heal itself. He leaned forward and hugged his son. It was like he was hugging his son for the first time in his life.

Faramir returned the hug and felt his emotions raise. His tears started again and he felt loved for the first time in his life from the man who raised him. Someone was looking out for him and he welcomed the feeling.

They broke up a few minutes later when they didn’t hear a sound in the room. They both looked around and it was empty.

“Shall we both go and look for our families, father?” Faramir rose from the floor, wiped his tears again and took his father’s hand.

“Yes,” came the reply. Denethor’s hand was taken by his son and they left the room to the gardens that stood outside the king’s quarters. Everyone was sitting on benches that created a circle.

Aragorn heard footsteps approach the gardens. He stood as the two men emerged from the doorway. “How are things, Lord Steward?”

“All is wonderful. We talked and everything is wonderful. Now where is the wine?” He smiled to his son and Aragorn. Éomer approached them with a glass for the Steward.

“Are you okay, love?” Éomer asked taking his husband’s hand.

“Yes,” came the reply. “My life is whole again. Now this is a happy time for all so we shall celebrate.”

“I agree,” Éomer said kissing his husband. They both heard an awe in the background and Éomer turned. He watched Aragorn put his arms around Éowyn’s shoulders and he leaned in for a kiss. “Um…” he started to say but Faramir turned him around for another kiss only this one lasted longer than the first.

Faramir watched the two love birds across the way and stopped his husband with a kiss. He could never be as happy as he was right now. It seemed like everyone was happy, finally.

A few days later, the coronation took place. Aragorn was crowned King of Gondor. The whole city celebrated that they had a King again. After the coronation, Éowyn married Aragorn. All was well in the city.

Faramir and Éomer stayed another month and bit everyone a fond farewell. They arrived back in Lothlórien after a week of travelling. They visited many times in Gondor and Rohan as the children grew. Faramir was present when his father died in Gondor. Éomer was present when his sister and father and cousin died. It was a sad time in his life watching people die as he stayed the same in looks.

Faramir’s children grew into wonderful elves. It was at this time that Faramir went back into training to become one of the March Wardens. Éomer was totally against it but then he could never win an argument with his husband. Their daughter, Baineth, became one of Lady Galadriel’s ladies in waiting. Their son, Arodion, became one of the best March Wardens Lothlórien ever saw.

Two years after Arodion and Baineth had their majority party, war broke out
in Gondor. King Aragorn dispatched a letter to Lady Galadriel, Rivendell, and the Oath of Éorl was dispatched along with the Red Arrow to Rohan. There was a message along with the arrow that war has broken out in Gondor. This letter said that reinforcements would arrive to keep them safe in Rohan. A few weeks later elves from Rivendell arrived to keep the orcs back from Helm’s Deep.

King Aragorn of Gondor found out through his Rangers that the One Ring was found. He got the Rangers to find this person. Word was sent to Aragorn that a Hobbit of the Shire, Frodo Baggins, possessed the ring. The King told the Rangers to bring him to Gondor.

Upon arriving at the gates of Gondor, the Rangers and the Hobbit rode into the White City. Aragorn welcomed them to Gondor. It was at this time that Aragorn noticed that there was four small people with the Rangers.

The leader of the Rangers, Aravorn II, explained to Aragorn that one would not leave the other behind. He introduced the Hobbits to the King. There was Frodo, his friend Samwise Gamgee, and two cousins, Merry and Pippin.

Aragorn looked into the eyes of Frodo and saw the darkness that was emitted from them. Frodo told him the tale of what he was to do and Aragorn agreed to help him. The King was told of the One Ring and how it was to be destroyed. He heard these tales of the One Ring while growing up in Rivendell.

Lady Galadriel dispatched a legion of elves to Gondor. This included Faramir, Éomer, Arodion, and Haldir along with his son and brothers. They agreed to look out for one another. Lady Galadriel told Faramir that his daughter would be safe with her and Lord Celeborn.

So a time came when plans were set into motion of the destruction of the
ring. It was agreed that Frodo and Samwise would take the Ring into Mordor to the Fires of Doom while King Aragorn came up with a plan to distract Sauron so that the Eye watched them and not what was behind them.

The Army of Middle Earth descended upon North Ithilien near what was once Durthang. Aragorn took the leaders of the many Peoples of Middle Earth and had a discussion with them. It was at this time that Aragorn recognized one of the elves from Greenwood. He heard of Prince Legolas but he didn’t think that King Thranduil would send out his son to battle.

Along with the leaders was Gandalf.

“Welcome my old friend,” Faramir said and welcomed him with open arms at his old teacher but he noticed a difference in the Wizard. The Wizard told Faramir that as he descended into the Mines of Moria; he met up with a Balrog that ended his life. The Valar sent him back as a White Wizard to help with the ending of the One Ring.

“What has happened to you? You look different,” Gandalf asked.

“I found out I was half elven and chose to become an elf of Lothlórien. My husband is Éomer of Rohan. He, too, has chosen to become an elf. We did not want to see our children die.”

“I was wondering when you would find that letter your mother left you. I found it in the archives. After discovering it, I thought that I would teach you about the elves.” Gandalf was glad for Faramir.

“I thought at that time the elves were a fable until I went to find my father, Haldir,” Faramir said. “He is also here with his two brothers and his son. I also have a son here to fight the orcs. Come and meet them.”

Faramir took Gandalf to his tent. His family was gathered inside eating their lunch.

Éomer stood when Faramir entered. He placed a chaste kiss on his husband. Just then he heard a chuckle behind Faramir.

“Éomer, I want to introduce you to…” Faramir started to say when someone else finished for him.

“Gandalf,” Haldir gasped, “I thought you were dead!”

“No but I was for only a moment. The Valar thought I should be sent back but into my true form. I was a wizard of the people before but now I am a wizard of Middle Earth. Even Saruman has no power over me.” Gandalf strode over to Éomer. He knew at once this elf was a man. He could feel it. “Welcome, Éomer.”

“Thank you. It is an honour to meet you. I have heard great things about you from Faramir and the elves.” Éomer was astounded. He never met a Wizard before. He was just as ethereal as the elves.

They all talked about what had happened to each of them through their lives. It was then that a message was dispatched from Aragorn to Gandalf. Gandalf took his leave and went to the King.

Frodo and Sam made it into Mordor within a week. Both Frodo and Aragorn made plans that on the same day, Frodo would enter Mount Doom the same time Aragorn would descend upon the Black Gates of Mordor.

On the day that Frodo and Aragorn’s plan came to be, Aragorn got the warriors of Middle Earth together to face Sauron.

Faramir watched from afar when Legolas, Aragorn and Gandalf with Pippin sitting behind Gandalf approached the doors. The doors opened and a man on a horse approach the other four. Words were spoken and then the Gates opened up and the evil of Mordor was upon them.

The King kept the Eye busy as Frodo entered Mount Doom. The warriors fought when the gates opened up and a hoard of orcs, trolls, uruk-hai, and fell beasts came at them.

As the Nazgûl flew overhead, the Great Eagles plunged their weight on the fell beasts with their talons, sending them back into Mordor. The warriors of Middle Earth were surrounded by the enemy.

“Stand, Men of the West!” shouted Gandalf. “Stand and wait! This is the hour of doom.”_

Just then the ground shook. Faramir watched as the Towers of the Teeth swayed, teetered and fell. The power of Sauron had ended. The beasts fled to the darkest corners to hid from the sun. A great deal of enemies fell into the huge pits that opened up from the bowels of the earth.

Aragorn knew that this time that Frodo and Sam kept their promise of destroying the ring.

“We need to find the hobbits, Gandalf,” Faramir said. “They would not have lasted this long in the scorching heat of Mordor.”

“I agree,” Gandalf replied. “I will take Gwaihir and seek them out.” He then turned and yelled, “Gwaihir!”

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