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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 6

When they got to the field a lot of the rangers welcomed Faramir back. It was like a homecoming to the rangers of Gondor that one of them returned from the dead.

Arheston heard cheering going up outside his office door and went to see what was going on. When he saw Faramir and Éomer all was well. His men were welcoming their captain back.

“It is good to see you again, my friend. Can we talk?” Faramir clasped their arms in a soldiers greeting.

“Yes, come inside. We can talk in private there.” Arheston led the way for the two men and after closing his door, he offered wine to his friends. “Now, what is it you want to talk about?”

“Éomer and I have come up with a plan to help Denethor.” Faramir watched his friend’s face when he spoke Denethor’s name and not father. “No one else knows but Éomer. Denethor is not my father. I found a letter in the archives that states the people who looked after me were not my parents. I was born of a human woman from a village outside of here and my father was an elf.”

“Now this is some piece of news! You have my word that nothing will be said of what we talk about. Not even my men will know of this.” The captain leaned back in his seat as he let Faramir continue.

“We have come up with a plan to help the citizens of Gondor. I don’t know if you knew but Denethor has a palantír. We need to get it away from him before it corrupts his mind any further but we need your help.” Éomer watched the reaction of the captain’s face. It was stunned.

“A what…?” The captain was stunned as he sat forward resting his arms on his desk. “But I thought they were all destroyed for one reason or another. How do you know this?”

“I saw it in Denethor’s study when I was a child. That is the only reason we came up with that is making him the way he is right now. Have you noticed that he is growing younger right before my eyes? He looks like the man of a 50 year old not that of 89 which is his true age.”

“Your fath… Denethor is 89? That’s not right,” Arheston said shaking his head. “But you are right. He is getting younger. He no longer stoops with his body and his hair is getting darker and not whiter. If this is true, then what?” Arheston asked.

“We need a diversion. Something that Denethor will never suspect.” Faramir took a sip of his wine looking for courage at the bottom of his glass. “Éomer thinks we need your help.” He looked toward Éomer for him to continue.

“What we need is for you to tell Denethor in counsel that there is trouble brewing at the Henneth Annûn outpost. If we can get him out of his study long enough then we can grab the palantír and destroy it with heat.”

“I can do that but why heat?” Arheston asked.

“It’s the only thing that can either crack it or destroy it and the only place to destroy it is in Mount Orodruin. Since we can’t go to Orodruin, Faramir knows of a way other than the mountain.”

Arheston looked to his friend for confirmation. When he saw the nod, he nodded back.

“What we will do with it, we cannot tell. It is a hidden secret that lies only with a few people. So can you help us out, my friend?” Faramir asked.

Arheston sat back in his chair for a few minutes thinking on what he should do about the situation. He knew he was going to do it but he wanted his friends to stew for a minute before he said anything. To find out that your parents are not your parents had to be a blow to the system. But then again so was destroying a palantír.

“Yes I will help you, on one condition?” He knew his condition would be met with not interference.

“And what is that?” Faramir asked. He never knew that his captain would be devious in conditions.

“That life in Gondor be restored. People have lived in fear of Denethor for years. They never knew that this would come to pass with their Lord in his state.”

“I will give you anything you need. As soon as we free Denethor’s mind of this evil, I am taking over Gondor until the healers find him fit to rule once more. I don’t care how long it takes.” Faramir was firm in his offer. He would see to it that Gondor was complete and in it’s full capacity before Denethor ruled once more.

“But what about finding your father, Faramir?” This question came from his lover.

“You know that the elves, according to our records, live a lifetime until death comes upon them. Besides, I am still young and I will find him in time.”

“I would agree. We have no pressing matters right now but who’s to say when something will come up from the north.” Arheston winked at Éomer when he said this.

Éomer chuckled as he placed his hand on Faramir’s arm.

“Alright, tomorrow we will do this.”

So the three men sat in the office for the next few hours coming up with a plan that would put Gondor back on its feet once more.

After leaving Arheston, Faramir and Éomer went into one of the gardens to enjoy the rest of the afternoon in the warm sun. Éomer sat under a tree with Faramir sitting in between his legs. Arms were wrapped around the Gondorian from behind and he felt safe for the first time in his life. Everything had gone well at the meeting and all they had to do was wait until Arheston put his plan into order.

“Come my love. Let’s go to our room and have dinner in private. I want you to myself tonight because we will never have a moments peace with our plan in order tomorrow.” Faramir got up and grabbed Éomer’s hand in his. They made their way to their room.

Little did they know that Denethor was watching them from his study window from above. There was a scowl on his face hating the Rohan warrior with all his might.

“That makes me sick,” Denethor said to no one. It had become his habit to talk to himself more and more. “He will rue the day that he lays with a man. I should have killed that child a long time ago when I had the chance. He’s up to something and I can feel it but what?” He paced the study trying to think of a way to get rid of Éomer. He wanted his whipping boy back and he would stop at anything to get him. Maybe he could drug him tonight in his study. That’s it!

They made their way to their room. On the way they stopped a servant and asked for a meal to be brought to them. What they were going to do the next day was going to drain their energy.

When the door closed behind them, Éomer turned to Faramir. “Do you know how to handle a seeing stone? This is one thing that is out of my league. I have never seen one before.”

“No, I don’t. All I know is that it is kept covered at all times when I do see it on the pedestal. We should not remove the cloth because if we do, whoever is on the other end will see us and we don’t need to do that. When we go into his study to retrieve it, we will take a satchel to place it in so that no one sees what we have when we leave the study. Once it’s in our possession, we will take it to the blacksmith and destroy it. Does that meet with you approval, Faramir?” Faramir poured wine into glasses and handed on to Éomer.

“Sounds like we have a plan on our end. Now we have to trust Arheston to do his side. I will be glad when all this is done.” Faramir was about to take his seat when he heard a knock. “Must be our dinner.” He opened the door only to find a guard there. “What is it?”

“I have a note from Lord Denethor.” The guard handed the note to Faramir. “He wants you to come alone.”

Faramir opened the note. It had two sentences. ‘Meet me in my study. Come alone.”

“I will be right there.” He closed the door and turned to Éomer. “Well, what do you think? Is it a ploy to lure me or does he want a meeting?”

“I don’t know, Faramir. But be careful. I don’t trust him as far as I can throw him which right now at this very moment is not far.”

“How about when I leave here, you follow me in about two minutes. You do know where his study is don’t you?” Faramir was finishing up his glass of wine before he left.

“Yes. That’s a good thought. If he does anything, I will be right there. Now go before the guard gets restless.” Éomer kissed his beloved on the lips before shooing him out the door.

Faramir followed the guard to the study and knocked before entering. Upon hearing a reply, Faramir went in and closed the door. He stood before the desk before being asked to sit.

“Sit, Faramir. Would you like some wine?” Denethor got up and poured wine into a goblet.

Faramir was scared now. He knew about the wine being tainted but he didn’t want Denethor to know that he knew. “Yes, please.” He took the goblet and pretended to drink a small sip.

“Now, how are you? Have you recovered any memories since you have been here?” Denethor wanted to be as calm as he could without raising suspicion about what he was going to do.

“No, well, some. It comes in bits and pieces. Nothing that makes sense anyway.” Faramir didn’t want him to know that his memories were almost complete. They needed their plan to work if he was to succeed. Faramir pretended to take another sip of his wine. He didn’t notice any difference in the taste but he could feel his body relax. What he didn’t know was that Denethor found a different strain of the relaxing drug and it took only one sip to have any effects.

Denethor watched as the drug was taking effect. He watched as Faramir’s eyes drooped and then finally closed. His plan was flawless or so he thought. When he saw Faramir slump in his chair, he went around and scoped him up into his arms and brought him to the tapestry.

There behind the wall tapestry stood a table with ropes on one side at the top and around two of the legs on the opposite side. He placed Faramir on it face down and tied his hands and feet to each rope. Then he took a knife and ripped the tunic straight up the back exposing the smooth skin below. It was then that he noticed Faramir’s back.

There was not a mark on his back. The welts that were left time after time were all gone now. Not one blemish was seen.

“This can’t be!” he whispered into the room. It was then that he knew he would have the pleasure of remarking the young ones back as if it was from the start. The smile on his face was an evil smile. This would give him the utmost satisfaction that he could ever get. He went to his desk and took out the whip with the cattails that were made of leather. This leather was not used to break the skin. Therefore, the question of blood on the back would never be seen. To Denethor, this was a way of stimulating his mind for the sole purpose of keeping his mind fresh when facing the palantír.

Éomer had left his room not two minutes after Faramir. He wanted to make sure that his love was safe from this vile man. Somehow he had this gut feeling that Denethor was going to drug him again so he had to hurry.

Once he got to the door, the guard outside tried to stop him. He was one of Denethor’s trusted guards.

“I would like to see Lord Denethor for a minute,” Éomer said.

“He’s indisposed right now. He’s in a meeting.” The guard was nervous.

“I want to see him. It’s a matter of life and death!” he said politely, although his voice was getting higher.

“You can’t see him.” The guard stood in front of the door making himself look fierce.

Éomer pushed the guard out of the way. He tried the door and found it locked. Just then he felt a fist in his face. He turned to the angry guard.

The guard was not going to let this Rohirrim into the room. He stood his guard when he punched the man before him.

Éomer took a few seconds to clear his head and then before he knew it, he hit the guard square in the jaw, sending him flying on his butt. The guard fell over and was out like a candle.

Éomer tried the door again and it would not budge. He needed to get in there before his love got hurt. He went to the guard to search for keys and found none. Going back to the door, he stood three feet from it and barged into the room when his shoulder came into contact.

Upon entering the room, there was no sign of either Denethor or Faramir. ‘Where are you, my love?’ he thought. His gut told him he was here but where? It was then that he heard a faint noise, like a whip cracking. No! The only thing he could see was a window behind the desk and a tapestry on the wall. He heard the whip again. Crack!

Walking up to the tapestry, he could hear someone talking. Éomer pushed it aside revealing an opening. He walked through it trying to not make a sound. When he came to the other end, it too was covered in a tapestry. He pushed it aside wide enough to see into the other room. What he saw made his stomach roll.

Denethor cracked the whip with the tails onto the fresh back. He watched as the red welts dominated the back of his victim. Yes! Yes! His adrenaline was making his mind sharper. Crack came the whip. Then a maniacal laugh broke out of his lips.

Behind the curtain he watched until Denethor had his back to the door. He heard the laugh and it sounded so evil. Éomer opened the curtain wider and without a sound made his way behind Denethor. Just as he saw the whip rise, Éomer grabbed the whip away from his hand.

Denethor didn’t know what happened. He thought he dropped the whip until he turned around and saw Éomer standing before him. He had a wide eyed expression on his face.

“What are you doing in my study chamber?” Denethor backed up until his legs hit the front of his desk.

“I came to save my friend. We knew you were up to something. That’s why I came!” Éomer was lightly tapping the whip against his thigh, making the tails sway. “How would you like this on your back, MY LORD?” Éomer shouted the two last words at Denethor. His anger was getting the better of him. He wanted so much to use the whip on the Steward to pay back for all those years that Faramir suffered. But he knew that it was not the old man’s fault. It was the fault of the evil he saw every time he looked into the palantír.

“No! No!” Denethor was now scared. The adrenaline that he felt only moments ago was gone from his system with the fright he was experiencing from the anger of the man before him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Don’t hurt me. I didn’t know what I was doing. I… I” Denethor didn’t say anymore because he collapsed to his knees with his hands in his face, crying. His sobs were that of a child who had done something wrong.

Éomer watched as Denethor fell to his knees and cried. It was a pitiful thing to see, a grown man on his knees, begging for mercy and crying. He left Denethor where he was and cut the bindings on Faramir. Closing the torn shirt and gathering his lover into his arms, he left the room. On his way out he encountered Arheston.

“Captain, go into Denethor’s chambers behind the tapestry and retrieve the palantír. It’s standing in a corner behind his desk. Find something to put it into and bring it to Faramir’s room. That’s where you will find us. When you come to the room with the seeing stone, I will have a note for you to take to the head healer. Take six armed guards and escort Denethor to the healing wing. The note will explain why Denethor is to be under guard and healing. Now go and be swift. I don’t want Denethor to know what is happening to him before we have control of him.”

Arheston listened to what Éomer told him. He bowed his head and made his way to the study.

Meanwhile. Éomer got Faramir into his room and laid him on his stomach not knowing what condition to find his back in. When he opened the shirt he was shocked to see only welts. But why? I thought he would have wiped him within an inch of his life. Then it donned on him. He didn’t break the skin because too many questions would arise and Denethor didn’t want that.

Éomer sat at Faramir’s desk and wrote a note to the head healer. He told the healer that under no circumstances was Denethor to leave the healing house. They were to strap him to the bed and make him drink a sleeping potion strong enough to put him out for several hours. He would explain in a couple hours after he had taken care of some business. Just then he heard a knock.

After receiving the bag with the palantír inside, he gave a note to Arheston and closed the door. He went into the bathroom and got a healing salve that was on a shelf. He noticed it was for cuts and abrasions when the rangers were out on patrol. He brought it to the bed and applied some to the welts. As this was going on, Éomer never noticed the tears that were falling from his cheeks. At this moment, he could cry a thousand tears and never know. When he finished, he knew that Faramir was going to be out for a few hours. He was going to have to take care of a few things. He covered up his lover with a blanket.

He went to the bathroom and washed his face, making him feel better. His heart hurt to see his beloved in such condition. “Damn!” he swore, hitting the table the basin was sitting on, making it shake. He knew that he had to keep a level head and help out Faramir as much as he could. Wiping his face off, Éomer made for the healing house.

He passed Arheston again.

“Éomer, it is done. What can I do for you now?” asked the captain.

“I need for you to go to the Chief Advisor on the Council and tell him of what has happened. He is to take up the meetings until Faramir heals. He was beaten by that heathen, Arheston.” Éomer whispered.

“Gods, no!” he exclaimed. “Is he going to be alright?”

“That’s the thing. He will be fine. Denethor didn’t break the skin. He left quit a few welts, that’s all. Faramir needs rest right now. I will be in the healing house if you need me. We need to cure Denethor of this evil and the only way I know how is to keep him asleep for how ever long it takes. I will see you in the morning at breakfast.”

“I understand. I will do as you say, Éomer. My men will see that things run smoothly on the patrols. I will see you in the morning.” Arheston left Éomer to attend to his bidding.

When Éomer arrived in the healing house, he noticed two guards standing outside. He bowed to them and they granted access to the room. Éomer noticed that he was in a private room with it’s own access. There was one window high enough so that you couldn’t climb out and one door. This was good.

When he saw the a healer, he nodded. “How is the Steward,” Éomer asked.

“He’s doing good. When he was brought in here, I questioned Arheston what was going on. He passed me a note from you and I did what you told me to do. Now will you tell me what is going on?” Nestor asked. “By the way, I’m Nestor, Head healer.”

“Well, Nestor, I am Éomer, Third Marshall of the Riddermark, nephew to King Théoden of Rohan. I came here to help Faramir with his memories and found out that this vile man has been beating him since he was young. Faramir lost his memory in Rohan when he was attacked. I brought him here to see if Gondor could restore those memories. The only thing I found for him was pain.” Éomer bowed his head in shame.

“Do not shame yourself, Éomer. Not all of us find honor when searching for it. As for Denethor, I knew something was up when the people of this city started getting sick and we were forbidden to help out. Some of us went into the lower city to do what we could under darkness. Now about Denethor.” Nestor was very intrigued to find out what Éomer had to say.

Éomer looked around and saw a table with a jug on it. He pour whatever liquid was inside and took a seat. After a swallow of the water he began.

“Well, after being in the city for a day, Faramir and I were talking about things. He noticed through the years that Denethor was changing. It was then that he remembered a seeing stone in Denethor’s study that made everything make perfect sense. Faramir had thought that all palantíri were destroyed one way or another but not so. He remembered one in Denethor’s study under a black cloth. He also heard the Steward talking but when he entered the room, no one was there. When he told me this tale, we figured that someone was influencing the Steward of Gondor into giving up something but we didn’t know what. Anyway, he called Faramir to his study and I followed a few minutes later. I came across Denethor whipping Faramir as if he was an evil object.” Then he heard a gasp.

“How is the young man? Do I need to send a healer?” Nestor asked.

“No, he is alright. That’s the thing, there was no blood on his back when I found him, only red welts. I got him to his room and that is why Denethor is here now. We need to keep him sedated long enough so that the evil that has taken his mind will fade with time. Have you not noticed his body? He looks 50 when in actuality he is 89 years old. He should be an old man with white hair. I have asked Arheston to speak to your Chief Advisor on what is going on here. We need to help these people of Gondor if they are to live.”

“What would you like for me to do, Éomer?” Nestor was eager to help his fellow man in any form he could.

“Gather up all your healers and go out into the city and tend to the people. I want you personally to heal Denethor in any way you can. He is our first priority. Keep him strapped to the bed and don’t release him until you think that he has no evil left in his body. Watch for changes. Right now I need to return to Faramir. I hope he will be ok in the morning. Keep me informed.”

“I will Éomer. You can count on me.” Nestor left the room with Éomer and headed to his office.

Éomer made his way back into his and Faramir’s room and he laid on the bed wanting to be close to his love.

Faramir’s eyes opened at the first touch of the sun on his face. It was warm as a blanket. Turning his head, he saw Éomer lying beside him. ‘He is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,’ he thought. Eyes slowly opened and looked in his direction.

The Marshall was having such a wonderful dream that he felt movement next to him. Upon opening his eyes, he saw a gorgeous man before him. His had the softest lips meant for kissing. Éomer was within an inch and moving closer, he took possession of those lips in a chaste kiss.

Feeling the lips of the man before him, made him moan. The softest kiss he had known was placed on his lips. It was no wonder why he fell in love with Éomer. He was the kindest, most caring human ever.

“Morning, my love,” Faramir said.

“Morning, beloved,” Éomer replied. “How is your back?”

“Alright, I guess. It doesn’t hurt at all.”

Éomer rose from the bed and pulled back the blanket. What he saw, shocked him. There was not a welt on his back. It was like last night never happened. “This can’t be right!”

“What’s the matter?” Faramir asked.

“Your… back. It should still have angry welts on it but there is not one red mark there. How can this be?”

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