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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 4

Éomer was stunned when Faramir evaded his questions and ran to the balcony. Somehow he would have to get him to open up but it would not be this day. He rose from the bed and walked towards his friend of many years. He wrapped his arms around Faramir then saw tears break from his eyes. He no longer wanted to pursue the questioning. It was too much for Faramir’s frame of mind. He turned his love into his arms and soothed his back again. Maybe coming here was too much for him to take, he thought to himself. He brought Faramir to a chair and placed him in it. Searching the room he spotted a table with wine and two glasses. He made his way to it and poured a glass. Taking it to Faramir, he knelt down and said, “Take this, it will calm your nerves. I’m wondering if it was too soon to come here. Your mind is in a state of unrest. Finding out that your brother is dead and then that nightmare. I wonder if we should just go back to Rohan.”

“No! I want to stay here. So many things have entered my mind but they are in bits and pieces. I need this but I want you at my side. I never want you to leave. Will you do that for me?” Faramir watched as his friend’s hand rose and settled between his shoulder blades to rub. He knew that Éomer would never leave his side.

“ Ai, I can do that. I will never leave your side. I love you.” Éomer gathered Faramir into his arms and kissed his temple. “I want you to get better but if things get to be too much for you, let me know. I will take you from the situation.”

“I promise. Just knowing you will be by my side is relief enough and to know that you do love me. Thank you.” He looked into Éomer’s eyes and kissed him. It felt comfortable being in his arms.

Not far from their rooms, the Steward of Gondor was pacing his rooms. He ran from the hall when he heard his eldest son’s name said. He couldn’t face the fact that he was dead. All his hopes had died on the plains of Ithilien.

“Why didn’t my son obey me?” He screamed, thanking the Gods for sound proof rooms. “He should never have gone on that patrol. I summoned another captain to take his place, but no! Boromir wanted to show me that he was the better captain for the job. And as for Faramir, I knew that it was a slaughter to where I sent him. I never wanted my weak son to return. Now that he has, his punishments will continue. Yes, that’s it!” That was what his son was to him. Someone to punish for other peoples mistakes. “I will see to it that I get my son alone. But how?” Denethor was pacing the room like a caged animal. “I need to think of a way to get Éomer out of the picture.” By the looks of things, he watched as Éomer took control of the conversation at the table. He knew that something was going on between the two friends. It was more than friendship that took place. “I will get to the bottom of this. I will see to it that Éomer and his men are sent back to Rohan soon.” With that said he made his way to his study to read more reports that came in about orc attacks.

Faramir and Éomer both spent a few days roaming the White City trying to familiarize themselves with areas of importance. Éomer was trying to get his friend to remember anything about the city. It was becoming impossible for Faramir to recognize things from his past. Somehow nothing seemed to trigger his memory of his past.

Éomer took his friend to every place they had visited in the past but somehow nothing seemed to trigger his memory. The Marshall almost gave up one day when Faramir stopped dead in his tracks. They were standing in front of a tavern on the third level when a memory was set off.

Flashback

The young captain had just returned from patrol with his comrades and entered the tavern wanting some relaxation and some company. Faramir had taken out a patrol of a dozen men to the area around Cair Andros. It was in this same area that one of his scouts went out to secure it when they came upon a cave hidden behind a waterfall. One warrior went back to his captain to tell him what he had seen.

Faramir entered the falls. What he came upon was a wonder to his eyes. It was a long cave. He read in the libraries of a place that the Rangers of Ithilien hid here from their enemies. Upon entering he found two sets of steps: one that went up onto a platform above the falls and the other led to a hidden opening on the southern bank of the river below the falls. Remembering his readings, Faramir realized that he was standing in Henneth Annûn. He had decided that this was going to be a place that would secure the future of any further orc invading the land around Minas Tirith. The Rangers stayed a few weeks securing the area. Faramir decided to use this place as his base of operations. It would be a great opportunity to show his father that he could command a patrol and to prove his leadership.

After four weeks, Faramir returned with eight men leaving four behind to take up a post to report anything that happened in the area. The young captain reported this to his father but his father was displeased with him. He was told by Denethor to secure the area around Cair Andros, not go searching for trouble behind some falls. This displeased Faramir to no end. Everything he did he wanted to please his father but in the end Denethor found some way of making his son’s success his son’s downfall.

Faramir knew that his father loved Boromir more than him. His father wanted his eldest son to succeed. This did not go well for Faramir. The young captain wanted his father to see the good in him but always found fault in the young man.

Faramir brushed it aside and went with his men to a tavern to celebrate their findings. He didn’t care what his father said. He invited his brother with them. Boromir was proud of his younger brother. He encouraged Faramir whenever he went out on patrol. Faramir and his men celebrated their new findings. Then it happened.

One of Denethor’s counselors told him that his father wanted to see him. This was the first time that this happened. His father never wanted to see him. Faramir wanted to know what this was about. He proceeded to the steward’s study. Upon entering he noticed that his father was pacing the room.

Denethor offered him some wine. Faramir took it without apprehension. He took a drink not tasting the unusual taste it had. It was not long before he slumped in his chair.

Sometime later, Faramir woke up in his room feeling sore. He opened his eyes realizing he was in his room. The last thing he remembered was being in his father’s study drinking wine. He tried to raise his head off the pillow when pain ripped through his back. What was this? Why am I in pain? Somehow he rose from the bed cringing at each movement he made. He went to the mirror that stood beside his dressing table and took off his shirt carefully. Trying to not feel the pain and turned around. Faramir stared from over his shoulder at the mirror that showed red marks across his back. He checked many times with the refection of himself to see if there was bleeding. No sign of blood appeared. Who did this to him? he wondered. Then the pieces fell together. There was only one person who would do this and it was his father. He now wondered if his wine was altered somehow with a drug. It took him a few days to heal from the abuse that he took. Even he knew that it should have taken at least a week but he never pondered over this.

And so the abuse went on for years. He never said anything to anyone and never let on to anyone especially his brother that it was his father that beat him. It only took place when he went out on patrols and his father found something wrong that he disagreed with. His father looked for any fault in his patrols. He took his punishments like a man as if nothing ever happened. It was the last patrol that took him to the Eastfold and into Éomer’s arms. It was then that he understood what was happening to him.

“Faramir, what’s the matter?” Éomer questioned. He watched as a blank stare came over his friend’s face. He raised his hand and waved it in front of his face. A few minutes later he watched as Faramir blinked his eyes and collapsed.

Faramir came out of his daze when he seen his memories flash before his eyes. It was the first and only time he came into this tavern and it brought back hurtful memories. Then everything went blank. He collapsed to his knees and fell to the floor.

Éomer watched as his friend fell to the floor. He bent over and tried to revive him. Not getting any response, he lifted the young man into his arms and took him to his rooms. Once there, he placed him on the bed and went to the bathroom to get a cool cloth. He placed it on Faramir’s forehead and watched as the eyes fluttered open.

“How are you feeling?” Éomer said with concern in his voice. “You passed out at the door of the tavern we visited. What happened?”

Faramir didn’t know what happened as he opened his eyes. He seen his friend before him and watched as concern came over the face. It was then that he realized what happened. He watched as a memory appeared before his eyes before he passed out.

“I’m alright, I guess,” he whispered and tired to raise from the bed until hands pushed him back onto it.

“Lie back. You shouldn’t get up just yet. Something like that could be very traumatic to your head. What did you remember just then?” Éomer was becoming very worried that his memories were coming back but these memories were not good ones by the look on Faramir’s face.

Faramir closed his eyes remembering everything that took place during the beatings. His father removed his shirt and placed him on a table. Has he lay over the edge of the table, his hands were bound to the corners and his legs were tied to the legs. His father then would take a whip with many tails on the ends and start to punish him, never breaking the skin.

Shaking his head he watched as Éomer stared at him. He turned away from his friend and closed his eyes letting the tears overcome him. His shoulders shook from the silent tears. It was then he felt arms around himself that cared for him deeply.

“Faramir, what’s wrong? Why the tears?” The Marshall was becoming concerned for his friend. He brought up his hand and rubbed his back. “Tell me, Faramir. Something happened when you passed out. It can’t be that bad. Did you remember something at the tavern?”

“Do you want to know how bad it was?” Faramir yelled, pulling himself back and looked into his lover’s face. His emotions were all jumbled into one big one. “Do you want to know what he did?” He jumped out of bed and went to the window and turned. “He whipped me. Every chance he got he whipped me until there were only marks! He never drew blood because it would bring up to many questions! Every time I went out on patrol, he would find some reason to put me down when I returned! Then he would drug me and tie me to a table and whip me! Is that what you want to hear?” He yelled until his voice was hoarse not caring who heard him. Faramir hoped that someone would hear what kind of father he had in his life. Tears flowed down his face and when he could no longer look at Éomer, he turned and cried into his hands.

Éomer didn’t know what to say. Who was it that beat him? It couldn’t have been Boromir because the two brothers loved each other very much. When they were in the city together, you never seen one without the other, so it couldn’t be him. Then it occurred to him.

“Your father did this to you, didn’t he?” Éomer questioned. “That’s what I saw when we appeared before your father in the hall. I couldn’t put my finger on it when I felt the tension between the two of you.” He rose from the bed and walked over to Faramir. He placed his arms around his lover’s waist to comfort him.

Faramir turned in the arms that came around him and cried on the shoulder before him. It was a relief to pour his feelings out and release the burden that he carried on his shoulders for so long. He felt Éomer run his hands up and down his back trying to sooth his sobs.

The Marshall tried to console his friend. It was unheard of in Rohan for a father to beat his child because of a punishment. They punished their children but in a way that there was no brutality but did it in a way that the child would learn from their mistakes. Their form of punishment came from hard work. Either cleaning out the stalls of the horses to washing the floors of the Golden Hall but there never was a hand laid against a child.

“I’m so sorry,” Éomer said softly. “It must have been hard on you. If I had known what took place when I was here in the past, I would have never brought you back here. A father never should hurt his child. He should love his child. I’m so sorry.”

Faramir cried as he never cried before. It felt good to finally let go his fears and telling Éomer was a relief. He cried until there was no more tears, looked into his lover’s eyes and lightly kissed him feeling love for the first time.

Éomer watched as his love lightly kissed him. He could tell by the gentleness that for the first time Faramir loved him. He deepened the kiss feeling his love pour into the man before him. Sensing that Faramir wanted to make love to him, he pulled back.

“Faramir, we can’t do this. You are to emotional for this right now. We will wait until you are better. Right now we can hold each other. That is what I want right now.” The Marshall wanted so much to make love to Faramir but knew he could get hurt with the anger that flowed through Faramir.

“You’re right. I could hurt you if we make love. Besides I want to confront my father right now. I bet the reason I lost my memory is because of what he did to me. I somehow want to forget this place. He shouldn’t get away with this!” Faramir was shouting again. “I will make him pay for what he did!” Faramir was furious at his father.

“Faramir, calm down! Getting angry at your father will not settle things. We have to have a plan on how to coax Denethor into telling us about the way he has been punishing you. We can’t go in there half cocked and get him to tell the truth.” Éomer was leading Faramir to the bed to make him lie down and rest. “Rest here a while. After you wake up, you will have a bath and we will set in motion a plan to make your father confess.” Éomer sat on the edge of the bed and ran his hand lightly over his love’s hair trying to sooth the tension. He would find a way to make Denethor pay for what he did to Faramir.

Faramir laid down on the bed and felt Éomer’s hand sooth his tension. It felt nice and he smiled at the Marshall. Before long, his eyes closed and he had a dreamless sleep.

Éomer sat on the bed until Faramir fell asleep. He pulled up a blanket and tucked him in for the afternoon. He made his way to the chair on the balcony and tried to think of a plan that would be suitable for them both but it needed to be done soon. He didn’t want Faramir to stay any longer in this city and remember the things that happened to him. Not realizing that a few hours had passed that he heard a moan from behind him. Getting up from the chair, he made his way to the bed and stroked the shoulder not wanting to startle the man lying in bed.

Faramir was starting to wake up and moaned from sleeping in one position. His body ached but his mind was clear. He felt a hand on his shoulder and opened his eyes, seeing someone with flaxen hair and blue eyes. It made him smile.

“It’s time to wake up. We should wash up and head for dinner. I don’t know about you but I’m hungry.” Éomer was stroking the shoulder lightly, wanting to feel his soon to be lover.

“I’m awake. I, too, am hungry.” Faramir rose from the bed and brought his lips closer to Éomer’s and kissed him.

Seeing Faramir rise from the bed, Éomer watched as the Gondorian got closer to him and kissed him. It brought a moan to his throat so he parted his teeth feeling a tongue wanting access. He sucked on it for a bit until he broke off the kiss.

“We keep this up and we won’t get any food.” Éomer chuckled.

“You’re right. Let’s go, I’m famished.” Faramir got off the bed and took his love’s hand in his and they went to the bathroom to wash up.

Leaving the room, they both headed to the dining hall where everyone from his father’s council to the warriors met. Upon entering, Éomer noticed two seats beside one of the captains that went out on patrol with his brother. The Rohirrim warrior wondered why Faramir was not given a seat beside his father since he was the only son left to the Steward of Gondor. He shook it off and took his seat next to Faramir.

They ate while talking to the other soldiers of Gondor trying to find out what had happened since the Steward’s son left on his patrol to Fenmarch. The two warriors were told by the soldiers that they heard that the Steward had changed drastically since the death of Boromir.

“Lord Denethor has grown weary of his son’s death,” stated one soldier, “and that he was shocked to find out that Faramir, here, had survived his attack. He argues with his councilors, sends out patrols to places where they should not be and when he’s alone people hear laughter coming from his study door.”

This bit of information made the two warriors look at each other.

“Seems like my father is not in his right mind.” Faramir stared at Éomer for a moment. “Sounds like he’s under the control of someone’s spell to do these things.”

“I agree, Faramir,” Éomer uttered. “We should look into this for the sake of Gondor. These people should not have to live in feare with the torment your father is putting them through.”

Faramir nodded his head. “How long has this been going on?” Faramir gazed towards his captain.

“It’s been going on since you were a young child. With each passing year, Lord Denethor has grown worse. “ The captain looked to his men and watched as the nods were coming from each of them.

“I knew there was a reason for me to travel here, Faramir,” Éomer said. “We will both look into this and find out what’s going on.” With that, the two warriors got as much information pertaining to what was going on since Faramir’s arrival in Rohan.

Éomer could feel eyes upon him and turned to look at Denethor. He was not surprised at the hateful glare that the Lord of Gondor sent him.

Denethor watched as his son and friend were talking to the soldiers but he would put a stop to it no matter what it was. From the looks of the soldiers gestures, he could tell that they were scheming. He wished that his wife had never found this child! He left the table and headed for his study. It was the only place that he could get any peace from these people of the White City.

As Éomer watched Denethor leave, he turned back to listen to the guards. It was brutal to hear the things that the Lord did to his people. Some were thrown in jail for stealing and never heard of again; he never showed up for council meetings, cutting himself off from the rest of Gondor; if people were starving then he never fed them. Éomer was going to find out what or who was behind this.

After the hall cleared out, Éomer and Faramir sat and thought of the things that were said at the table with the guards. Faramir memories returned while talking to his men. He would trust these people because he knew them and their families. He grew up with most of these men. It wasn’t long before a memory was triggered that made Faramir shake his head. He never would have thought his father was an uncaring man until this very moment.

“What’s the matter, Faramir? Did you remember something?” Éomer asked. He put his hand on his friend’s shoulder to show that someone was beside him.

“I don’t know. It seems like I remember being a child not more than eight when I stumbled into father’s study because I had skinned my knee. In the outer room to his study I thought I heard voices. When I entered there was no one there except my father. I hate to say it but it seemed like he was talking to himself. He was standing in the corner beside a pedestal that had a black ball on it and he covered it up quickly when he heard me.” Faramir was staring into space when he was talking. Then he turned his face to Éomer with a blank look on his face. “My father has a palantír! This is what is making him go crazy. He’s talking to someone who has control over him.”

Éomer was surprised at what was being said. He heard that a palantír was used to talk to someone over long distances but he thought that they were all either destroyed or lost.

“How did your father come to have one of those?” Éomer was stunned.

“There has always been one here since Minas Tirith has been built. But I thought it was long lost when the Nazgûl appeared in Minas Ithil. There was a palantír there but I read in the archives that that stone was lost in the Anduin. That’s all I remember.”

“Maybe what was written in the archives is not the truth. For years people have not written the truths and it gets lost in the shuffle. When you searched the archives, did you come upon anything about one being here now?” Éomer had a feeling about something.

Faramir searched his mind to remember. It was then that his eyes got very big. “Yes, there was something. Let me think for a moment.” He placed his head in his hands and closed his eyes remembering the rooms of the archives. After a few minutes he rose his head and looked at Éomer. He watched as a question arose on the face of his friend. He nodded his head. “There was a scroll that looked ancient, the edges were yellow and torn. I opened it to see what was written on it and it was written in a language I did recognize.”

“What would a scroll in another language be doing in Gondor?” Éomer was stunned.

“I don’t know but I was able to read it. It said that a long time ago a palantír was housed in the Tower of Ecthelion. There were seven seeing stones as they were called. They were placed in Middle Earth so that information could be communicated over long distances. That was the only thing I found.”

“How can you read a scroll like that?” Éomer was stunned about his friend. There were a few things that he never knew about Faramir.

“I don’t know. I remember Gandalf teaching me in my youth when he came for a visit and stayed a few years. He was also shocked at I could read that language. He called the language Elvish. I’m going to have to find out about my background. I have this funny feeling in the pit of my stomach that I’m not Denethor’s child.” Faramir’s hands began to shake.

Éomer saw his friend’s hand shake and took them into his own trying to show Faramir he cared. “We will find out about your past. Let’s go to our room where you can rest. You have thought about many things this day.” Éomer got up and the both of them strode off towards Faramir’s bedroom. He didn’t want to leave his friend alone tonight.

They both undressed, donned nightshirts and got into bed. Éomer gathered Faramir into his arms. The Third Marshall could feel his soon to be lover shake a little. He brought up his hand and stroked Faramir’s hair trying to sooth him.

Faramir felt the hand on his hair and started to calm down. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Éomer stayed awake a little longer, waiting for his friend to fall asleep. When he heard the calming breaths, Éomer fell asleep.

Sometime during the night Éomer woke to screams. It was then that he realized that Faramir was thrashing around in his arms and screaming, “Stop” over and over again.

Flashback

He was strapped to a table face down with his hands stretched out before him and tied to ropes. His feet were on the floor and tied to the legs of the table, spreading them open. He was naked. Faramir was fourteen years of age, at an age where discipline in the household was not to be forgiven.

Denethor was holding a long piece of leather in his hand flicking it from side to side against his leg. Faramir had disobeyed him once again. “You will never learn, will you boy! How many times have I told you that you are to young to go on patrol. You will never listen.” Just then the belt hit his backside making his son cry out.

Faramir felt the first strike hit his buttocks and he cried out. Again and again the leather strap landed on this ass, back and the back of his thighs. “Father stop!! It hurts!” he cried out. The stings were becoming unbearable. After twelve strikes with the belt his father ceased.

“You will not address me as father no longer. I am not your father, never have been and never will be. I don’t know why Finduilas ever took you into my house. She should have left you at the gate.” Denethor cut the ropes from his legs and hands. “Get up and dress. Disobey me again and you will receive twice as many hits. Out of my sight now.” Denethor made his way to another room and sat behind his desk.

“Stop!” Faramir rose from the bed trying to get away from the person beside him. He was still in his dream state. He thought the person beside him was his father. “Stop!”

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