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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 12

A great bird that Faramir read in fables landed on the land before Gandalf.

“Yes, Gandalf, how may I help you?” Gwaihir asked.

“We need to seek out two hobbits in the land of Mordor. We need to make haste!”

Éomer walked up to Faramir, amazed at the Great Eagle standing before Gandalf. They watched as the great bird lowered himself so that Gandalf could climb onto its back. The eagle turned and called to two other eagles. His huge wings came out and a swoosh of what felt like the wind sent those standing around cowering from the dust.

The next couple of hours was busy for everyone. All that were not wounded, helped out the wounded. They were put on stretchers and all made their way to the camp. Once there, the healers took over and prepared the hurt and suffering for the trip back to Minas Tirith.

At the same time, Gandalf found Frodo and Sam lying on a rock above the molten lava that came pouring down the hill. Gwaihir, along with his brother, took up the Hobbits and made haste to Minas Tirith. Both Hobbits were brought to the Healing House to be cared for.

It was many hours later that the army rode upon Pelennor and entered the White City.

Faramir was glad to hear that his family was alright except for bruises and a few cuts that would heal in time.

A few days later, Faramir and Haldir entered the Counsel Chamber to see Denethor and Aragorn talking.

Aragorn heard the door open and looked at Faramir. He still couldn’t believe that this elf was once a man.

“My Lord Aragorn, father, how are you?” Faramir asked.

When Haldir heard Faramir call Denethor, father, he smiled. After all, Denethor did raise him even if Denethor was punished by evil. Faramir told Haldir all about his childhood even about the beatings that Denethor gave him. But when he was told about the palantír, Haldir understood too well that he was not responsible for his actions. Besides, elves were made of love not hate.

“I’m fine,” Aragorn replied. “Besides, I’m your brother-in-law, you can call me Aragorn.”

“I know. It’s just that you wear your crown and are lord of these lands. It will take some time getting used to it.” Faramir then turned to Haldir. “Haldir, I would like to introduce you to my human father.”

“I thank you for raising my son, Lord Denethor,” Haldir said as he held out his hand in human fashion and bowed his head slightly.

Since Denethor was no longer possessed by the evil, his looks and appearance were now younger. The life that was sucked out of him during that time, was replaced once again. He now looked like a man of middle age instead of one in his late prime. Denethor’s hair was just turning white on the sides which gave him a more mature look.

“You’re welcome,” Denethor replied, shaking his hand. He didn’t know how to talk to an elf so he kept it simple.

“What brings you here?” Aragorn asked.

“We are going to be leaving tomorrow. It is time that the elves got back to their realm,” Haldir said. “This is the first time in ages that the elves of Middle Earth have fought since The Last Alliance. It will not be long before we leave these shores never to return.”

“What do you mean, Haldir? You mean to tell me that I will be losing my son again?” Denethor demanded.

“I will not die, father,” Faramir reassured his father. “I am leaving Middle Earth for the Grey Havens. There I will be taking a ship to the White Shores where elves will never die. Haldir and Éomer will be there with me along with my elven family. Besides, I will not be leaving until Aragorn’s son takes over the throne. That will be many years from now. It will take the elves that much time to prepare.”

Haldir was going to say something until he heard a voice in his head, ‘Not now father’. He looked to Aragorn and saw the nod. The King knew what was being unsaid.

“That is good. I would like to see you sometime. I want to hear all about your life in the Elven realm.”

“Well we have taken up enough of your time,” Faramir said. “It is almost time for dinner and I need to change.”

“We’ll see you at the table,” Aragorn replied.

The two elves bowed and left the room. Once the door to the room was closed Haldir turned to his son.

“How could you make a promise like that?” Haldir questioned.

“How could I not, Ada?” Faramir asked. “He’s human and doesn’t have much time for this land. I looked into his eyes and he will not be living long. He’s…” Just then Faramir broke down crying. He knew that in a few years his father was going to die.

“What is it, ion?” Haldir asked as he sat his son on a bench in the hall.

“As I gazed into his eyes, I saw what was going to happen to him in a few years.” Faramir wiped his eyes of their tears. “The years spent with that damned palantír has made him younger yes but in a few years time it will age him so fast that his soul will no longer be his. He’s going to die.”

“I’m sorry,” Haldir replied taking his son into his arms. “I now understand why you want to stay. Then we will. We will stay in Lothlórien until then.”

Faramir felt his love for his father and it calmed him down. He never thought that he would outlive his human father. Everyday when he was human, he thought his life would end on the field with an orc arrow stuck out of him.

The elves made their way back to Lothlórien. It was a solemn time for Faramir as he knew his father only had a few years to live. He knew that one day he would prepare for his death.

Éomer watched his husband from afar. He knew that he was depressed.

“Éomer,” Haldir started to say one day, “you are going to have to watch your husband. I fear that he will fade if he does not come out of this.”

“I will watch him,” Éomer replied. He knew from the teachings he got from the librarian on what happens if an elf fades.

Six months had passed when word came to Lord Celeborn. He received a letter from King Aragorn about Lord Denethor. Making his way to the front lines on the northern boarder he found Haldir.

“My Lord,” Haldir bowed before him, “what brings you to the boarder?”

“I received word from King Aragorn.”

“How long?” Haldir asked knowing what was going on.

“At month or so.” Lord Celeborn looked to Haldir as a tear slid down his face. He knew, as a father, about losing a child.

“I will get him and Éomer ready and will be on our way. I don’t want him alone.” Haldir will not see his son fade.

Haldir made his way to where Éomer was stationed. He watched as he stood his ground guarding the boarders.

Éomer turned when he heard a noise behind him. He knew by the look on Haldir’s face it was not good news. Then he remembered.

“How long?” Éomer asked as Haldir approached.

“Not long. Come.” That was all Haldir said.

The two made their way to Faramir’s talon. Once they entered, Éomer watched as Faramir was cleaning his weapons. Now that the children were grown, Faramir practiced on the field with the other warriors.

Faramir turned when he heard the door open. The look on Éomer’s face said it all and he stood. A ringing started in his ears before he passed out.

Éomer ran to Faramir and grabbed him before he hit the floor. He took his husband into his arms and brought him to the sofa that took up the living room.

Haldir got a glass of water and brought it to Éomer.

Éomer looked into Faramir’s face and understood. He lost his parents at a young age until Théoden to over his care along with his sister. He stroked the elven face in his arms until he felt Faramir coming around.

Faramir opened his eyes and looked at Éomer. Behind him stood Haldir with tears streaming down his face.

“How long?” he asked as he took sips of the water that was offered him.

“We need to leave by tomorrow,” Éomer replied with a hitch in his voice. “You stay here. I will tell the children. Haldir can you…”

“Yes, go.” Haldir took up the position that Éomer had and ran his fingers through Faramir’s white hair trying to sooth his son.

“Ada…” Faramir started to say but couldn’t finish.

“It’s ok ion. I will help you. You are very fortunate to have two fathers. He was there at a time I never knew about. I know that Denethor had his moments but you must remember that he does love you. You are all that he has left in this world. But remember that what is happening to him now, he has no control over.”

“I know but it’s not fair!” Faramir began to cry.

“I know it’s not fair but we all have to live with death in our lives. My brothers thought they were going to lose me when our parents died. It was Lord Celeborn that helped me and I will help you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Faramir, when elves become sad they get to a point that they start to fade. This in turn is when you die. We have to keep you from fading. You have a husband, children and family that will love you and help you. If we can do this then we can slow the process until we have time to get to Valinor where you can heal properly.” Haldir was rocking his son like a child.

“I have seen people lose their loved ones and in time they went on with their lives. Is it different for elves?” Faramir asked as he took his father’s hair in his hand and rubbed it, loving the feel of silk.

“It is a bit different than humans but if we catch it early then the soul will heal.”

“Thank you Ada,” Faramir whispered.

“You are welcome,” Haldir replied as he felt his son relax and heard a slight snore. He held him until Éomer returned.

It took them a better part of two weeks before they entered the White City. As he got off his horse, a servant came to him.

“Come, you have not much time,” she said as she took Faramir’s arms and pulled him towards the Healing House.

As they entered the private room, he saw Aragorn beside the bed with Denethor lying upon it. His look was completely different from when Faramir saw his father six months ago.

Before him was an old man who had wrinkles upon his face. His hair was completely white and his cheeks were sunken. On his hands were brown spots. Denethor had lost so much weight that it looked like there was no body beneath the blankets.

Faramir rushed over to his father and knelt on the floor, taking his father’s hand into his own.

“Father,” Faramir whispered, “I’m here.” He watched as the eyes before his opened. Being an elf, Faramir saw the pain his father was in.

“My son,” Denethor whispered then coughed. “I haven’t got much time.”

“Don’t talk, father.” Faramir started to cry.

“Now no tears. We both knew that this day would come.” Denethor coughed again until a cup was placed before his lips and he took a sip.

“I love you,” Faramir whispered. Somehow he just couldn’t speak any louder.

“I love you, also.”

Faramir leaned over and kissed his father’s forehead. When he returned to look at his father, he knew that he was dead.

“NOOOOOOOOO!!!” Faramir screamed.

Éomer stood behind his husband and watched. When Faramir screamed, he put his hand on Faramir’s shoulder only to have it shrugged off.

“Leave us,” came an angry voice.

Aragorn stood from his chair and approached Éomer.

“Come, let’s leave them be,” Aragorn whispered.

The two left the room and closed the door.

“We will give him a few hours peace. Then we must take him away before something happens to him.” Aragorn knew about fading since he grew up in Rivendell.

Éomer and Aragorn made their way to where the horses were left in the courtyard on the top level.

Haldir was unpacking the horses when he heard the scream. He knew then that Denethor passed on into the heavens where humans go. A tear slid down his face at the sorrow. He heard a noise behind him. Turning, he watched as Aragorn and Éomer approached.

“I am sorry,” Haldir solemnly said as he bowed his head.

“We will leave Faramir with his father for a few hours then we will take him to his room and heal him,” Aragorn commented.

“It’s going to take a while for him to heal,” replied Haldir.

“No it won’t,” Aragorn stated. “You forget that I was raised by a true healer of elves, Haldir. I know of a way to keep Faramir from fading from this world.”

“And how do you propose to do that?” Haldir asked.

“I will tell all of you in a few hours,” Aragorn replied. “I will meet you both with Faramir in his room in two hours. I must prepare.” With that said, Aragorn left the two elves alone.

A servant then came to them.

“My King asked me to take you to your rooms.”

The two elves followed the servant until they came to Faramir’s old rooms.

“Lord Éomer, you will stay here. A bath has been prepared,” the servant said. “Lord Haldir will be in the room next door. My King did not want any of you separated at this time.” She turned to Haldir. “A bath for you also awaits.” She took Haldir to his room and left.

Éomer entered the room. A flood of memories came to him as he looked around. This was the first place him and Faramir made love all those years ago. He got out of his riding clothes and cleaned up. As he exited the bath with a robe on, he noticed that someone came and brought food but he was not hungry.

He stood before the open balcony as a light wind caressed his face. It was twenty years ago he lost his own father to old age. They arrived a day late. Théoden was buried amongst the rulers of Rohan in the Barrowfields. Éomer had the love of family of humans to get him through his rough times where Faramir had no one. His family now consisted of elves. He was so deep into thought that Éomer almost didn’t hear the door open.

He turned as he watched Aragorn and Haldir enter with Faramir between them. A servant was behind them carrying a pot on a tray with herbs and a few bowls. They gently put him on the bed and took off his riding clothes.

“I will take care of him,” Éomer started to say as he approached the bed.

“No,” Aragorn said. “I must do this to save his life.”

“What do you mean? He’s my husband!” Éomer yelled.

“And he’s now my patient,” Aragorn argued. “He’s fading fast. To fast for my liking. I know of an elven way to keep him from entering the Halls of waiting that Lord Elrond performed many times while he was teaching me about healing.”

Between him and Haldir, they got a naked Faramir into bed.

“Now, Éomer since you are in a robe, you must lay beside your husband naked.” Aragorn then prepared Athelas for the room. He place a few bowls of the herb around the room, pouring hot water into each bowl that a servant had handed to him.

Éomer didn’t question Aragorn as he took off his robe and got into bed with his husband. He watched Aragorn go around the room and then approach the bed again.

“Now,” Aragorn said as he took up a knife, “have you both bonded?”

“Yes,” came the whisper not knowing what he was going to do with the knife.

“Now there is another way of bonding that includes blood. What this entails is that I will make a cut on each of your left palms. The reason for this is that it is on the side of your heart. Your life force will blend with Faramir’s as his will blend with yours. I will then wrap a cloth around both your hands as I send a healing sleep to you. During this time I will make my way into Faramir’s mind and pull his soul back from the Halls of Healing.”

“Is that not dangerous to you, Aragorn?” Haldir asked as he took up a chair on the opposite side of the King.

“No, not if it’s done the right way. Lord Elrond taught me how to do this properly. It has been a while since I did it.”

“Alright, I trust you,” Haldir replied.

Aragorn took Éomer’s hand into his and cut the palm. He then took Faramir’s and did the same. Then he place the two palms together and tied then with a bandage before any blood was spilled. He then send a sleeping spell into Éomer. Aragorn then took a deep breath and looked at Haldir.

“Bring them both back to me,” Haldir whispered.

Aragorn nodded at Haldir as the king placed his hand on Faramir’s forehead, closed his eyes, and concentrated.

Haldir noticed that the air in the room got a little thick. He then heard a gasp from nearby and looked to the bed. There in the bed, Aragorn had slumped over the bonded pair’s legs. He gazed over and saw that Faramir was smiling at Éomer and the smile was returned. Haldir noticed that Faramir’s color was even better then when they first arrived in the White City.

“Hi,” Faramir sighed as he watched his husband.

“Hi,” came the reply.

Aragorn groaned as he rose from the bed. “How do you feel Faramir?”

“Fine,” came the answer. Faramir was still staring at his husband.

“Faramir, let me look at your hand,” Aragorn asked.

It was then that Faramir felt his hand bound with another. When he noticed that it was his husband’s, he somehow felt different.

Aragorn unwrapped the hands and took a look at their palms. Neither one sported a scar. There was nothing.

“All is well,” Aragorn stated. “It worked. Now I will take my leave. Haldir, come with me. Let these two rest for the day. Come keep an old man company.”

“Alright,” Haldir replied.

Faramir recovered from his ordeal but it took it’s toll out on him. After they buried Denethor in his crypt beside his wife, the three elves made their way back to Lothlórien. By the time they arrived, Faramir had regained his strength.

Some of the elves had already sailed to Valinor but a few were left. Haldir’s family would not leave without him until he got back. The same went for Faramir’s family.

The elves of Lothlórien made their way to the Grey Havens. Once they were on the boat, Círdan took up the anchor and they all sailed to Valinor.

THE END

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