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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 7

“Are you sure?” Faramir rose from the bed and walked to the mirror that stood in the corner of the room. He turned to see enough of his back. His eyes opened so wide that he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“I applied a salve you had in your bathroom for cuts and abrasions but it shouldn’t have healed this fast. You should have the marks for a few more days.” Éomer got out of bed and stood behind his lover looking at the unblemished skin. He ran his fingers across where each welt was the night before. Not one single red mark existed.

“Remember, love, that we found out I’m half elf. In our archives there is a book that states it takes half the time for an elf to heal than a man. Maybe it is the elven healing I have in my blood. I don’t know but it would explain what is happening.” Faramir turned to Éomer as he spoke.

“That could be it,” Éomer replied. “Now what did you want to do today?”

“Has my… Denethor been taken care of last night?” Faramir walked over to the bathroom and got the tub ready for a bath. He needed to get the salve off his back. It was beginning to itch.

“Yes, he is under house arrest in the healing house. He will stay there until further notice. The Chief Advisor has been notified of what is going on and Arheston will take care of the patrols and his men. Oh, and the healers are going out into the city to help with the sick.” He walked over to the table and took the satchel off the table. “Here is the palantír,” Éomer said, “What do you want to do with this monstrosity?”

“First, I am going to enjoy this bath. Care to join me?” Faramir asked. He didn’t want that ball in his sight.

“Yes, I could do with a bath myself.”

“Then we will have breakfast in the dining hall and then we will take care of that thing.” Faramir pointed at the seeing stone.

“Alright, sounds good.” Éomer made his way to the tub. When it was full he got in first and pulled Faramir close to his body between his legs. “Now this is heaven! I could stay here forever.” The warmth of the water was easing each muscle from tension that had built up over the last few days.

“I agree,” Faramir replied, leaning back his head against Éomer’s shoulder. He turned his head and kissed the neck before his lips.

They sat that way for a few minutes until the water cooled a bit. Faramir leaned forward turned and started washing his love. After that was done, Éomer took the cloth and washed Faramir. They each washed their hair and rose from the tub. After drying themselves off, they donned tunics and pants and headed off to the dinning hall.

Upon entering the hall, they spotted Arheston and made their way to the table.

“Morning,” Faramir said taking a seat after Éomer.

“Morning,” Arheston replied. “How do you fare this morning, my lord?”

“That’s the first time you have called me that. I am fine.”

“Well, someone has to take up position of Steward until Denethor is capable. That should be you since Boromir is no longer with us.” Arheston bowed his head. “Forgive me, I should not have said that. Boromir was a true friend and great warrior.”

“Nothing to forgive, Arheston. And you are right, I should take Denethor’s seat so that this city has a ruler for the time being. My brother was a great warrior and a great friend. I miss him, is all.” The table grew quiet when Boromir’s name was mentioned. “How goes things at the barracks?”

“Fine,” the captain replied, “the soldiers are out on daily patrols right now and everything is secure.”

“Good. It will take some time before Denethor is back to his usual self. The healers will keep him sedated until the evil is purged from his body. I have this feeling that Saruman is up to this. We are so close to the mountains of Mordor that he wants to keep an eye on what is going on and this is the only way to find out. But then I could be wrong.”

“I don’t think you are wrong, Faramir.” Éomer was putting eggs on his plate. “I have seen what Saruman can do in Rohan. His armies are fierce in fighting. You saw it first hand when you were injured in the Eastfold. It’s like the bowels of evil are springing up from the earth in that forsaken part of our country.”

“Well, I will keep an eye out from Osgiliath with our patrols. If something stirs in Mordor then we will know.” Arheston was a good captain to his men. He would give his life for theirs.

They ate in silence for a few more minutes then Faramir rose.

“I guess we have a certain object to destroy right now, Éomer,” Faramir said.

“Yes we do,” came the reply.

They both watched the look that the captain gave them and you could see the tension drain from Arheston’s eyes.

The Ranger and the Marshall made their way to their bedroom to retrieve the object then to the blacksmith. Upon entering the blacksmith’s quarters their eyes watered up with the smoke from the fires causing Faramir to cough.

Curuven had just finished up a sword for one of the men who was being selected to take patrols after training. It was his greatest project ever. When he heard the cough, he turned to face the intruder.

“My Lord, what brings you to our neck of the woods?”

“Curuven, my old friend, how are you?” Faramir clasped his arm to the blacksmith in the fashion of warriors greeting.

“I’m good, just finished up Faelion’s sword for his first patrol. His father and I are great friends. He saved my life once and this is his son’s gift from me. It is the best I have ever done in my life.” He held the sword in the light for all to see.

“Yes, it looks wonderful. I’m sure he will appreciate it from you.” Faramir was a little agitated from the thing he had in his hand.

“Now tell, me, what can I do for you?” Curuven asked.

“I need to use the forever burning fire,” Faramir whispered.

Curuven’s eyes got wide. “How do you know of this fire? There are few that know.”

“You forget old friend that I spent my life in the library. What I found there I would not breathe a word of because of the secrets it holds. I bet I could tell you things that would curl your toes.”

“What do you want it for?” the blacksmith questioned.

“I need to get rid of a seeing stone. Lord Denethor possessed one and we need to destroy it for the sake of the people of Gondor. It was driving Denethor to do things that made no sense whatsoever.”

“Alright, this way.” Curuven led the way behind his shop, up a path until they reached a secluded building. He opened the door and a blast of heat assaulted their faces.

There wasn’t much in this room. There was four walls about eight feet apart. But what stood in the middle of the room was something that a mind could not wrap around. It was a black cauldron of sorts with an open top.

“What’s it made of, Curuven?” Faramir asked.

“I don’t know. It was passed down from my ancestors with the knowledge of what was inside but not the cauldron itself. All I know is that the cauldron is strong enough that the fires of Mount Orodruin does not melt it. Did you read something about this in the library?”

“Yes, I read that it is a substance made of Black Stone that came from Númenor. I seem to recall that there is a spell on the stone so that whatever was put inside it would not harm the stone, be it hot or cold.” Faramir walked a little closer until the heat was bearable. “How is it that the fires of Mordor still is hot?”

“That I could not tell you. It has never hardened in all the years that it’s been in my family. Myself, I have never used it for anything.” Curuven was puzzled at this question.

“Ok, Éomer, we need to get rid of this thing. I want it destroyed.” Faramir turned to Éomer and nodded.

Éomer put on his gloves and opened the bag he was carrying. He carefully took out the palantír and placed it in the fire. They all watched as the stone dropped into the fire and consumed it half way.

The seeing stone began to glow red from the center. Then a face appeared that did not seemed familiar to Curuven but it did to the other two. It was Saruman. There was a shocked look on the face inside the stone and that’s when it happened. Right before their eyes the stone cracked in half rendering it useless. Then the stone began to melt in the fire. They watched as the stone was totally gone.

“Now that is done, we have work to do, Éomer,” Faramir said.

“Yes, my lord,” Éomer said with a smirk.

Curuven watched as the stone melted. In all his years he had never seen a seeing stone and as he watched in amazement as the stone melted his heart was glad. It seemed like a burden was lifted from him that he had not seemed to get rid of in a long time.

“Curuven, I hope what you have seen here will not be said to anyone.” Faramir watched his friend with amazement. It looked like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

“Yes, my lord, I will not say one word. If this makes Lord Denethor well again then I am all for it,” the blacksmith replied.

The two lovers left Curuven in the building and made their way back to their room. They both collapsed into the chairs. It was like a heavy burden had been extinguished in their lives.

“Now what is next, Faramir. Right now I could do with a wash. That smoke that filled the room was stifling.”

“Now, we try to get this city back on it’s feet. I agree that that room was stuffy. Go and wash and I will send a message to my councilors I want a meeting. I want you there with me.” Faramir rose from his chair and made his way to the desk that sat in the corner of the room.

“Alright.” Éomer made his way to the bathroom to wash.

As the next two weeks proceeded, all went well with the meeting. The Chief Advisor agreed that he will be in charge for a while until Lord Denethor was healed. There was food distributed to the starving and the healers had done their job in healing the sick. During this time, Faramir and Éomer made their decision that as soon as Denethor was back as Steward, they were going to make their way to Lothlórien to find his father. Faramir didn’t know if the land existed or not. All he had to go on were the notes and stories in the library.

It was then that Faramir pulled out an old map of Middle Earth that what he was seeking was there to the north. It was in the foothills of the Misty Mountains beside the Anduin River.

“I never would have thought that the place existed,” Faramir said.

“Now at least we have an ending point. Do you want to go by boat or do we go by land?” Éomer asked.

“What do you mean we? I thought I was going alone,” Faramir replied. “I don’t want to put you in harms way. Besides, you have a home to return to.”

“I’m going with you. My uncle knows that I will not return. I made my second in command Third Marshall of the Riddermark before I left. Théoden King knew about us before I did. He told me that before I left that one day I should return and not forget them.” Éomer knew that he would not rule Rohan while Théodred lived. He loved his cousin very much. They were like brothers.

“I can’t ask you to do this for me.”

“I’m not doing this for you, I’m doing this for us. I want to know about this bond that we share and what place to find out about this but Lothlórien. Besides, I want to meet your father.”

“Alright then, we go by land. We can follow the river until we reach it. I want to take one soldier with me but we will dress as common people, no uniforms, no banners.” Faramir turned to face his lover.

“Good, I think by land we will have better time. How long do you think it will take?” Éomer asked.

“I think about one week. We will take enough provisions to last that long.”

“How’s Denethor doing? Have you spoken to him?” Éomer asked.

“Yes, he seems to be doing better. He’s back to ruling once again and he seems happier now. His looks haven’t changed so he will look young for a while until his body catches up with him. As for who’s going to rule after he is gone, that I don’t know.”

“You do know that there is someone who can rule this city again?” Éomer didn’t know if Faramir had heard about Aragorn who resided with the Rangers of the North.

“Yes, I do know about him. We should send word to him about what is going on at the moment. I will dispatch a note to him about what is happening here and he can send word to Lothlórien about his decision. I don’t know how long we will be with the elves so I hope that a letter arrives from him when we are there. Come, let us get ready to leave. Can you get the provisions ready while I talk to Denethor of our decision?” Faramir was a little scared on facing the man that raised him and being alone with him didn’t make matters any better. Whenever he was with Denethor before, there was always someone in the room so he felt safe with the Steward.

“Alright, my love. I will meet you back in our room in a couple of hours. We should be able to leave a first light if everything goes well.” Éomer hugged his lover and placed a kiss to his temple.

“That will be fine,” Faramir replied as he was hugged and kissed.

As they went their separate ways, Faramir was apprehensive about meeting Denethor. After finding out that he was not the Steward’s son and what he did to him for those long years, he was scared to meet with the man alone.

He knocked on the door of Denethor’s study and hear voices. ‘Maybe this be easier to do,’ he thought. The door opened to find the Steward sitting behind his desk with two of the council member before it.

“My Lord, I would like to speak to you if I could.” Faramir stood before the desk.

“We should leave,” one of the council members said.

“No, this concerns you as well, councilors,” replied Faramir. He was happy to have someone else in the room with him. It calmed his nerves knowing this.

“I… I mean Éomer and I are going to leave Gondor for a while. I want to seek out my… father in a land that only exists in fables and we could be gone for awhile.” He was hesitant about saying the word father when the man before him raised him from a baby.

“That’s ok, Faramir, I don’t mind you saying the word father. I have never been a father to you when you needed one. I should have been there instead of what I did to you. I’m sorry. I know that apologies won’t mend what I did but I hope in time…” Denethor didn’t know what to say after that. He hoped that Faramir would forgive him but that might not happen. “I knew that this day would come. I hope you find what you are looking for. If something should ever happen to me while your gone, who is going to rule?” He knew that he didn’t have much time left. That is why the councilors were sitting with him in the meeting that Faramir interrupted. “I have been trying to tell these two that you would make a great Steward.”

“I don’t want to be Steward, my lord. Éomer and I were talking about that before I came here. We think that Aragorn, Ranger of the North, would make a great leader. He is the last of the line of kings. Do you know him?” Faramir asked.

“Yes, I do know him. He would make a fine king. Do you know how to get in touch with him?” Denethor asked Faramir.

“Yes I do. I thought I would dispatch a note to him and he could send his request to me in Lothlórien. I would then send it on to you…” Somehow he could say the last part.

“You mean that if I lived. You can say that. I don’t know how long I have left. My mind is still sharp but how long it will last is anybody’s guess. How long do you plan on being away?”

“I don’t know, we could be gone a year or more. All I know is that Lothlórien is a fabled land. My father is an elf from there. He is a March Warden to a Lady and Lord. I don’t know if we will be accepted onto the land or not. Right now we have to take it slow.” Faramir hadn’t moved from the spot he took when he entered.

“Alright then, do you need anything from me?” Denethor looked to his councilors and saw the nod. He was pleased that they agreed.

“No, Éomer is getting our stuff together as we speak. We are taking a guard with us so that when Aragorn dispatches his note, the guard can take it to you. I will then tell you how everything is going up north.” Faramir didn’t know how long that will take if the Steward still lived.

“That’s good. I have decided to make my Chief Advisor ruler when I’m gone until they have this note from Aragorn. If I am still alive when I get this note then I will make Aragorn king and I will be his Steward. I know he will rule this city better than I did.” Denethor bowed his head in shame knowing what he did in that past years.

“Don’t do that, my lord,” Faramir said. He still couldn’t call Denethor father after what he learned about his past. “What happened was not your fault. You were coerced with evil that you had no control over. Besides, you are on the mend and it is good to see its ruler back behind his chair.” Faramir never blamed Denethor after what he learned about the palantír. “It was Saruman’s doing and that was not your fault.”

“If I hadn’t looked into that ball years ago, none of this would have happened. I would have never done the things to you that should have been the happiest times of your life. I should have loved you like a son not as a slave. Besides, it was my fault that I sent both of you on patrol and my other son was killed because of my stupidity.”

“Don’t do this to yourself. What is done is done. We can’t change the past, only live past it. We now have a better future to look forward to for all the land of Gondor.” Faramir was trying to cheer up Denethor. He watched as the light in his lord’s eyes brightened.

“You’re right,” Denethor replied. “We should look to the future. Now, is there anything else that I can do for you before you go?”

“No, I think we have all we need. I guess I will see you when we get back, I hope.”

“I think you will see me. If not I hope you find what you’re looking for and have a great life with Éomer. I never told you but I’m happy you found love in your life before I go. He is a good man and warrior. I hope you will be happy.” Denethor smiled at Faramir for the first time. He rose behind his desk.

When Faramir saw the smile, he knew it was genuine. He was glad at that moment when Denethor approved of his love for Éomer. He made his way behind the desk when Denethor rose. The ranger put his arms around the man that raised him, feeling happy.

A shock on Denethor’s face surfaced when he was hugged. He then placed his arms around the young man and returned the hug. ‘This man is braver than I thought,’ Denethor thought. “Take care, Faramir.”

“I will,” Faramir replied then he left the three men.

It had been a long ride, but the three men made it to what looked like the borders of Lothlórien early in the afternoon. The trees looked different here than any other place they passed on their way. It had taken them six days to get here by traveling along the riverside, keeping the river to their right. They never encountered any orcs or wild beasts along the way. One of Arheston’s men came with them. Faelben had never married and his father and mother were killed on an orc attack on their way to the fair city. He was leaving no one behind.

“Well, what now, Faramir?” Éomer asked. They sat on their horses looking into the trees wondering if they should enter.

“I don’t know. Maybe we should go forward until something happens.” Faramir was scared out of his wits but he didn’t want to show it. He had enough trouble trying to think about when he would meet his father.

They hadn’t gotten fifty feet into the forest when they heard a noise.

“What was that?” Faramir whispered.

“I don’t know,” Faelben whispered back. He started to draw his sword thinking the worst.

“Don’t, Faelben, we don’t want to seem unfriendly,” Éomer whispered. It was then that someone or something jumped in front of his horse and it rose on it’s hind legs, throwing Éomer off his horse onto the ground.

“What do you want? No one enters here unannounced,” the person shouted, pointing an arrow at them.

“I’ve come to seek my father, Haldir, March Warden of Lothlórien,” Faramir requested. He was looking at the first elf he had ever seen in his life.

The elf had almost white hair that went down his back to his hips. It was braided on the sides and pulled to the back. Faramir noticed the ears were pointed, the eyes were blue like the sky and he stood with poise before them. He wore a sword around his waist and some sort of armor on his chest.

“And who are you?” the elf asked.

“I am Faramir of Gondor and this is Éomer, Third Marshall of the Riddermark of Rohan,” pointing to the ground where his lover was still sitting. “And to my right is Faelben, my personal guard. To whom am I speaking to, my lord?” Faramir addressed the elf before him of royalty.

The elf snickered when he was called ‘My lord’. “I am Orophin, March Warden of Lothlórien and this is my brother…” Orophin didn’t have the time to say his brother’s name. It was said for him.

“Rúmil,” came the reply.

Rúmil didn’t know what to say when his name was said by the stranger.

“How did you know his name? No one outside these woods know about us elves,” Orophin replied.

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