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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 8

“I have a letter from my mother that told me of you and your brothers. It was left for me when she died,” Faramir replied. “Will you take me to my father, Orophin, or should I call you uncle?”

“I am an uncle aren’t I?” Orophin questioned.

“It’s hard to believe that an elf would be my uncle.”

Éomer’s pride was hurt when he fell off his horse but he stayed on the ground not wanting to anger their hosts. He watched as the two conversed.

“I will send one of my warriors to talk to the Lady about your arrival, although she will have heard of you approaching. We will stay here for the night until I receive word from her.

Just then a blank stare came over Orophin’s face like he was in a trance.

After a few minutes, Orophin’s face returned to normal. “Like I said, she knew of your arrival. Come she and the Lord would like to meet you all.” Orophin turned to his brother. “Stay here on the borders, I will take them to see the Lady and Lord.”

“Yes, my brother,” Rúmil replied.

It took them the rest of the afternoon to arrive at what looked like a city in the trees. They got off their horses outside the city. There were houses in the trees as the three strangers looked about. Elves were walking about looking back at them. Faramir noticed smiles on their faces. He felt strange being amongst them.

All three strangers were led to a winding staircase around the outside of one of the largest trees Faramir had ever seen. At the top, they made their way across a platform with a railing until they came to the bottom of a set of steps. Orophin stopped them going any further.

Descending the stairs were two elves that looked like royalty. They both possessed long silver blond hair and wore gowns of white. The one on the left was a male. On the one on the right possessed an extra light about her. It was like the light from the surrounding area was part of her and not around her.

“Good evening, Faramir, Éomer and Faelben. Welcome to Caras Galadhon, the city of Lothlórien. We are honored to meet you from Gondor. I am Lady Galadriel and this is my Lord Celeborn.” The Lady of the Wood looked between Éomer and Faramir and saw the glow that they gave off. Only the elves possessed such a thing and she was glad to see it surround them.

“How… how did you know our names?” Faramir stuttered looking to Éomer and Faelben.

“I know many things,” said the Lady. “I know, you, Faramir come from Gondor as well as Faelben but Éomer is from Rohan, home of the Horselords. What can we do for you?”

“My Lady, I come to seek an elf named Haldir. He is my father.” Faramir said this as he bowed before the Lord and Lady.

The Lady nodded to Orophin to seek out his brother. She knew that the three strangers were not here to harm anyone so she knew they were safe. “I have sent Orophin for him. He will be here momentarily. Why don’t you sit and wait.” Lady Galadriel said nodding to the chairs behind them. “Help yourself to the wine.” The Lord and Lady took seats on the opposite side of the room.

The three strangers didn’t know what to think. This was the first time encountering them and they were hospitable as it said in the fables back home. They took their seats and drank the wine until Orophin showed up with an elf who resembled him and two little ones who look identical.

“Lady Galadriel, Lord Celeborn, how may I serve you?” the elf asked as he bowed.

“This man, Faramir, said he is your son. Do you know him?”

Haldir turned around and looked at the three men. He gestured to Orophin to take his children and he walked up to Faramir who stood before him. He was a little shorter than Haldir. When the elf looked into his eyes he saw a woman who he helped years ago when he was wounded. Faramir had her ears and nose but he carried the eye color of his own. Haldir wanted to make sure that this was his son.

“I don’t know you but you look familiar. Who is your mother?” Haldir asked.

“Her name was Russë and she lived outside the White City of Gondor. She told me in a letter that you were my father.” Faramir produced a letter inside of his tunic and handed it to Haldir.

Haldir read the letter and recognized who Russë was. After he finished, a tear slid down his cheek when he looked upon his son.

Faramir saw the tear and brushed it away. He hated seeing anyone shed tears for him.

Haldir didn’t flinch at the touch. When the fingers brushed his cheek, he felt the connection that father and son endure with the elves. Nothing was said between the two of them as Haldir gathered his son in his arms.

For the first time in his life, Faramir felt the love of his father. It was like a lightning bolt that hit his heart.

“I guess our work is done here, my husband,” Lady Galadriel said as they both rose. She took his hand and they retraced their steps back the way they came.

Tears were shed for father and son that held one another.

“Come, let’s go to my talan and talk. Orophin can find lodgings for your two friends.” Haldir placed his arm around Faramir’s shoulder.

“I want Éomer with me. We are together. He is my mate.” Faramir said this with apprehension in his voice as he took hold of Éomer’s hand.

“That is fine. If he is married to you then he should hear this.”

“No, we’re not married but we soon will be. I wanted to find you before then. I do agree we need to talk but could we do this in the morning? We have traveled for six days getting here and the ground is not the most comfortable place to sleep. I would like a bed right now.”

“Alright, we will put you up in two talans. Orophin, could you see to that, please?” Haldir wanted his son close but he knew that he needed rest. “I have a few weeks off before I go back to the boarders. We can have that time together. Now come, let us show you where you are going to stay. I will give you a tour of the city tomorrow after you have settled in.” Haldir took the hands of his children and lead the group to the ground .

“Haldir, who are the two young ones you have in your hands?” Faramir asked as he crouched before them. They looked to much like their father and someone else. It seemed he had a kinship with them.

“On my right is Hanniel, my daughter and on my left is Hannion, my son. They are twins. I gave birth to them.”

“You… you gave birth to them? But how can this be?” Faramir rose and stared his father in the eye. “You are male!” He had never heard of males giving birth to children.

“I will tell you tomorrow. Now children, this is Faramir, your brother.” Haldir looked to his children. If it is one thing he would trust in their judgment if Faramir was a good person of not.

Each child took Faramir’s hand and made the man come to their level.

“How can he be our brother?” asked Hannion, “He is so old.”

“Remember in your teachings that we elves live forever. We cannot die, that is why we look this young. Years ago, I met a woman who loved me for who I was then. She understood what I was and still fell in love with me. This is the result of that friendship.”

Faramir couldn’t understand why Haldir was talking to his children like they were adults but then again he had a lot to learn about these creatures. He watched as each child looked him in the eye. He felt something enter his mind and then was gone. It almost felt like a tickle.

“Yes he is your son,” said Hanniel. “Ada, there is something special about him.”

When Faramir heard the word ‘Ada’ he knew that it meant father in the language of the elves.

“What do you mean, Hanniel?” asked Haldir as he crouched to the ground. He knew his daughter had a special gift only the Valar possessed.

“He has a glow about him. It’s like an inner light.”

“Is this true, Faramir?” he asked.

“I don’t know. All I know is that the first time Éomer and I made love we had some sort of bonding in our hearts. What is this bonding?” Faramir knew that somehow this question would be answered but not this soon.

“It is a marriage of the hearts. We elves possess a light in our souls that if we find our soul mates we know within our hearts. But this cannot be. You are only half elf. You should not have this special gift of the elves!” Haldir was shocked at his daughter’s findings.

“You’re making me scared, Haldir,” Faramir said.

“Don’t be scared. It’s a gift of the Valar that is given to an elf and since you are half elven then it was given to you. How old are you Faramir?” Haldir asked. He knew that the man before him was young by his looks.

“I am thirty years old, Haldir. I am still considered young in the race of man. How old are you?”

“I am 5,376 years old. We age differently than man does.”

Faramir’s jaw dropped. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. This was not possible!

“Come, you need something to eat and rest. We will talk tomorrow.” Haldir rose from the ground and took his family back to their talan.

“This way, Faramir,” Orophin said gesturing with his hand. “You and Éomer will stay in one and I will put up Faelben in my talan. I have an extra room and I could use the company.

“Are you sure about this?” Faelben asked.

“Yes, now come. I will send food to you Faramir and I will feed you warrior.” Orophin turned to Faelben. “We warriors must stick together. Besides, I can take you to the practice fields in the morning and see what a man is made of in his choice of weaponry.”

“I would like that, Orophin.” Faelben was liking the hospitality of the elves. The elves would make a formidable ally if war ever broke out.

As the two lovers entered their talan, Orophin showed them where everything was located. As for taking a bath, he ordered water up to the talan.

Éomer sat in the tub after removing his clothes with Faramir sitting between his legs. There was still enough room for two more people in the tub. They reclined back enjoying the soothing oils that were poured into the water.

“This is heaven, don’t you agree my love?” Éomer asked. He was stroking his love’s chest softly with his fingers making his nipples harder.

“Yes it is and if you don’t stop that play on my chest, I will not be responsible for what happens to you.” The touch on Faramir’s nipples were sending messages to his groin and making him hard.

“You realize it’s been a while since we made love?” Éomer asked.

“Yes it has. I just got so busy with Denethor and the seeing stone plus our departure that we’ve never had time to ourselves, have we?” Faramir was running his hand up and down his lover’s thigh. He could feel Éomer’s arousal in his back.

Éomer leaned down and licked the neck before him. He sucked and laved it with his tongue leaving a red mark. Bringing his hands down the chest, he tweaked the nipples with his fingers before his hands wondered down further until they reached the hips. “I want you, my love.”

“I want you too,” came the reply with a groan when his nipples were touched. His cock hardened at just the touch of his lovers hands. “Make love to me.”

“This will be the first time I take you, my love. Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I want to feel you inside me.” Faramir was so aroused that just the thought of Éomer entering him almost made him come.

Éomer rose his lover onto his lap to bring his arousal closer to Faramir’s opening. He checked the oils on the shelf by the tub and found a thick oil that looked waterproof. He poured some on his fingers and brought his fingers to Faramir’s opening. While he did this he kissed the neck before him trying to distract Faramir. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Faramir groaned as a finger entered him. “That feels good.” He was not scared about Éomer entering him. He wanted this, wanting to be close to his lover. After feeling three fingers inside him, stretching him, Faramir knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “Now! I’m so close.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.” Éomer took Faramir’s earlobe into his mouth and sucked.

“Yes,” Faramir whispered with passion.

Éomer took his fingers and coated himself. He rose Faramir with his hips until his cock was at his opening. He eased him down until Faramir’s buttocks touched his legs.

Faramir could feel his lover’s cock enter him. It was the most beautiful feeling that he ever imagined. It was like a million butterflies were caressing his opening with their wings. He felt hands come around him and stroke his cock. This made him moan. Faramir used his hands on Éomer’s thighs to raise himself up and down on his lover’s cock.

Éomer watched as his mate made love with him. Everything that Faramir did to him, made Éomer feel more loved. He watched Faramir turn his head and he kissed his mate hard. Their passion for one another was so explosive that their hearts were clenched again like before. He broke off the kiss.

“Did you feel that, my love?”

“Yes,” whispered Faramir. “It’s the very thing that Haldir was talking about. We have bonded once again.” He kissed his lover once more with passion. He stroked his tongue inside tasting Éomer. Somehow kissing his love this way was not favorable for his neck. He decided to turn around by raising one leg until it passed in front of Éomer’s face but he didn’t want to lose his connection with his love. So he did it slowly. Somehow he ended up facing his love, never leaving the cock that was embedded inside him. He smiled at his love for his movement and kissed him again with urgency.

Éomer watched as Faramir turned around without slipping out of him. He raised his eyebrows seeing the movement and when lips descended his, he took them without hesitation. The Marshall took his lover’s cock in his hand and worked it until his lover moaned.

The Ranger moved faster up and down on his lover’s cock, trying to feel him inside as it brushed his prostate over and over again. He let the lips go before him and stared into his mate’s eyes. He saw raw passion there as well as a great love. His heart pounded in his chest. He was ready to come.

“Come with me,” Éomer said. He could feel the tension in his lover’s cock. Then they both exploded. Faramir released himself over his lover’s hand and Éomer erupted inside his lover.

“I love you,” Éomer said breathless.

“I love you too,” Faramir stated, leaning his head on his love’s shoulder, kissing the skin beneath his lips, marking him as his own. “You wore me out, love.”

“After riding all day and now this, I’m ready for bed. How about we eat and then rest.”

“I agree. Let’s go see what food they brought.” Faramir said, rising from the water and towel drying off, finding a robe on a peg behind the door. He turned and gave his mate a hand from the tub.

Éomer watched his lover dry off. He somehow couldn’t get enough of the beautiful body that the ranger possessed. When he saw a hand, he reached out to grab it and rose. He stood in the water looking at his mate.

“By the Gods, you’re beautiful, Faramir.” All he saw before him was a man who loved life to the fullest. Being friends with him before he lost his memory was the best. He got to know the man again before he fell in love with him.

Faramir blushed at the remark. “It is you that is beautiful, my love.” Being a Horselord and a Marshall of his warriors made the man before him a leader. Anyone would follow him and never think twice of backing out on a mission. They trusted him with his life. That’s what Faramir loved about Éomer, he was loved. He watched Éomer get out of the tub and dry off.

They made their way to a living room of sorts and found a table with a tray that contained finger foods that were cold. It had fruits, raw vegetables, cheese and breads. They ate silently looking at their surrounding. After a few moments Faramir broke the silence.

“What do you think of my father?” This was the first time he used the word on someone else other than Denethor. It felt kind of strange.

“He seems to be a nice elf. His children are beautiful, all of them,” Éomer said slipping a slice of apple into his mouth.

This was the first time Faramir didn’t have anything to say. He was quiet for the rest of the meal. “Come let’s go to sleep. I could use a rest in a bed for a change.” He took his mate’s hand and they laid in bed with Faramir’s head on Éomer’s shoulder.

“I love you, sweetheart,” Faramir said, kissing the heart below his lips.

“I love you too, baby,” Éomer replied kissing the top of Faramir’s head.

Haldir met Faramir in his talan the next morning. He showed them the city with his children in tow. All five of them enjoyed the morning and when lunchtime arrived they dined with Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel and Haldir’s husband, Éldir.

“Faramir, I want you to meet my husband, Éldir. Éldir, this is my son, Faramir of Gondor and his mate, Éomer of Rohan.”

“Nice to meet both of you. I hope you love our city like I do.” The elf shook each hand that was offered. He could feel a kinship between his husband and Faramir when he shook his hand and he smiled.

They all took their seats around a table and began to eat.

“So what do you think of our fair city, Faramir?” Lady Galadriel asked.

“I am speechless on how you live. It’s like a fairytale in our land. We would never live off the ground and be content in our lives. We are in constant danger in Gondor with the orcs and many of us fight to keep our city safe from danger. Here, there seems like no danger at all.” Faramir didn’t want to lie. He was open with his answers.

“We live in danger also but it’s on our borders that we have to keep the city safe. It is not so different than what you do in your lives,” Lord Celeborn said. “We also die but if wounded, we don’t take quite so long to heal like the humans do.”

“I know what you mean,” Faramir said. “I, too, don’t take much time to heal. The healers in my city couldn’t understand this but Haldir told me yesterday that I am half elf. Maybe that is why.”

“Yes it is,” replied Galadriel. “I can see your glow around you. That is something that humans don’t possess.” She stared at him a little longer and gasped. “Are you feeling alright, Faramir? You look a little pale.”

“Yes, I’m fine.” Faramir didn’t feel any different. Then he felt a hand on his arm and looked down. It was Hanniel that had touched him.

“My Lady, there is something different. He carries something. I can feel another light inside him.”

“That’s not possible!” exclaimed Haldir. He turned to his Lady. “How can this be?”

“He is your son, Haldir. Did you tell him about yourself?” asked the Lady.

“Yes, I told him that I carried…” Haldir halted in his speech and turned to his son. “You are carrying a child!”

“How can that be?” asked Éomer. He had been silent during the conversation between the elves and Faramir. “I only…” Éomer’s eyes got wide with shock. “Last night…” he began.

“It takes only one time, Éomer,” Haldir said. “You have never taken him before this in your city?”

“No, I was the taker, Haldir. I don’t know why but now I do. I’m going to be a father!” Faramir turned to Éomer, “We’re going to be parents!” Faramir didn’t know if he was happy or not. “I don’t believe this!” He placed his hands on his belly. Then a set of hands on each side of him put their hands on top of his. He saw a small one and a large one, knowing one was Éomer’s and the other Hanniel’s.

Hanniel closed her eyes and saw the light inside. It was strong but there was something else. “He carries two souls, Ada. He’s going to have two babies.”

“How do you know this, Hanniel?” Faramir asked.

“I know things that others don’t,” Hanniel said looking at Faramir.

“Our children were a gift from the Valar, Faramir. They possess skills that even astounds both Éldir and myself. I take it one day at a time.” Haldir said this as he took his husbands hand.

“What am I going to do now? I can’t go home! The healers back in Gondor don’t know how a man gives birth. I came here to meet my father and I don’t know.” A tear slipped down Faramir’s cheek.

“You will stay here and we will look after you. Besides, you’re my son and who else knows what a male goes through having a child than me. I will look after you and if my husband doesn’t mind, he could take his turn when I’m at the borders. I know you will have lots of questions and who better to take care of you than us?” Haldir was happy. He was going to be a grandfather!

“I don’t know. What do you think, Éomer?” Faramir asked.

“We have no choice. Besides, Haldir is right. We have no knowledge of a man being pregnant.” Éomer turned to his lover. “We’re going to have twins! I never thought I was going to have children with you, my love.” The Marshall leaned over and kissed his lover on the lips. He heard a chuckle next to him and he turned to see Lady Galadriel smiling. “My Lady, my apologies. I’m normally not like this in public.”

“That’s alright, Éomer. We elves love to express ourselves. Maybe you are part elf also.”

“No, I don’t think so.” Éomer smiled when he realized the Lady was teasing. He turned back to Faramir. “I guess we’re staying until the children are born then.”

“I guess so, sweetheart.” Faramir turned to his father. “How long did you carry your children, Haldir?”

“Don’t you think it’s time you called me Ada. You are my child after all. Besides I carried my children eleven months but the gestation period is twelve. With you being half elven, I don’t know. Guess we’ll have to see when the time comes.”

“I guess your right Ada. I called Lord Denethor father for so long, it’s going to be strange to call a stranger Ada. What am I to call Éldir then?” Faramir looked to Éldir.

“You can call me Adar if you want. Besides you are Haldir’s son that makes you my son also.”

“We still have one problem, Faramir?”

“And what’s that Ada?” Faramir wanted to try out the word for the first time and it felt right.

“You told me before that you two were not married. Do you think it would be appropriate now with you being pregnant to be married?”

“I guess you’re right. We should do this soon. I…” Faramir had become speechless. He didn’t know what to say. He turned to Éomer. “Will you marry me? Be a father to our children?” Faramir took his hand and placed it lovingly on Éomer’s cheek.

“You know I will. I have wanted this since I fell in love with you.” Éomer slowly leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on the lips before him. He blushed when he realized that they were not alone.

“Then that’s settled. We will have a wedding within the one month. That should give us time to prepare proper clothing for the wedding.” Haldir turned to Celeborn. “My Lord, would you do the honor of marrying Faramir to Éomer?”

“I would be honored if that’s alright with Faramir.” Lord Celeborn smiled when he saw the love between the two of them.

“It would be a privilege to have you marry us, My Lord.” Faramir turned to Éomer. “I don’t have a ring to give you.” He turned to his father. “Can you help me with that? It is not common with our people for two males to marry but it seems here that love flows freely between two elves.”

“I will take care of the rings. Right now we need to get you both silver rings before the wedding. It is customary for the couple to be betrothed for one year with silver rings. These rings then are exchanged for gold rings when the wedding takes place.”

“I need to send word to my father about us. He will get worried if he doesn’t know where we are,” Éomer said.

“I should send word to Lord Denethor about us also. He did raise me but…” Faramir bowed his head not wanting to reveal to his father what Denethor had done to him.

Haldir watched as Faramir bowed his head and stopped talking. ‘Something happened that he doesn’t want to say anything about,’ Haldir thought.

Faramir felt something and raised his head to his father. ‘He feels it,’ he thought.

Haldir watched as Faramir gazed at him. ‘How can this be? He can sense my feelings. My son must be more elf than I thought.’

“All right then,” Lord Celeborn said. “Faramir and Éomer will write letters to their cities and I will have a man deliver them.”

“You have men living here?” Éomer exclaimed.

“Yes we do. They trust us with their lives. We use runners to deliver messages to other elven realms so that elves never have to leave their own,” Lord Celeborn said.

“We will do that. Right now I want to enjoy the day with my family.” Faramir’s eyes got wide when he said that. “I never thought that I would find an instant family when I arrived here. Thank you so much.” Faramir felt a tear roll down his cheek and brushed it away.

“It’s alright, my son,” Haldir replied. “I never thought that my family would be extended. I now have two sons, a daughter, a soon-to-be son-in-law and grandchildren on the way. I should be the one who is blessed.” Haldir took Faramir’s hand into his own. It was then that he felt it, the same feeling he got when they first met. ‘I need to talk to him privately.’

Faramir could hear the question in his mind. ‘Can you hear me, Ada?’ He thought he would try something.

Haldir stared back at him. ‘Yes I can. How is this possible?’

‘I don’t know.’ Faramir was perplexed at this. He never heard of this before so why now?

‘I will talk to Celeborn about this. Maybe he knows. You could be more elf than you think.’

‘We’ll talk later.’ Faramir looked away before anyone at the table got suspicious but when he looked at Celeborn, he saw the questionable look.

“What’s wrong, my love? You don’t look so well.” Éomer got worried that maybe this was all too much for Faramir at once.

“I do feel kind of tired. I don’t feel so well,” Faramir mumbled as he passed out at the table.

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