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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 9

“Faramir…” Éomer shouted. He grabbed his beloved just before he slumped to the floor. “I think this was too much for him.” He grabbed Faramir under the knees and around the back. “I’ll take him to our talan. He just needs some rest.”

“Éomer wait,” Haldir asked. “Hanniel, can you check him for me, please?” he asked his daughter.

Hanniel got off her chair and went to the two human lovers. She placed her hand on his forehead and closed her eyes. “He’s going to be ok, Ada. He just fainted.”

This relieved Haldir. “Take him, Éomer, and I will see you later. I will bring food for dinner. I will come alone.” Haldir wanted to ask Faramir about reading his mind. He knew that meeting everyone now was too much and finding out that he was pregnant didn’t help matters either.

As they entered the talan, Éomer placed Faramir on their bed and covered him with a blanket. He was worried now more than ever for Faramir. ‘Will he loose our children now that they were to be a family?’ he thought. ‘Imagine, me, going to be a father to Faramir’s children.’ His uncle would never believe this one. He decided to lay down with his mate and curl up with him.

It was sometime later when Éomer woke to hear a knock at the door. He got up and answered it, finding Haldir on the other side with a servant behind him carrying a tray of food.

“Did I just wake you up, Éomer?” Haldir asked.

“I was sleeping beside Faramir to comfort him.” Éomer rubbed his eyes and yawned.

“I am sorry. It’s dinner time and I can imagine Faramir is hungry.”

“Please come inside. Faramir is still sleeping. I don’t know for how much longer.” Éomer stood aside to let Haldir enter and the servant put the food on the table. The servant left when there was a noise behind them both.

“I thought I heard voices.” Faramir came out of the bedroom and sat at the small table in the kitchenette. “Hello, Ada, is there anything wrong?” Faramir started to pick at the food in front of him.

“No, nothing is the matter. I told you both at lunch that I would bring you dinner. I also wanted to talk to you, my son.” Haldir took a chair at the table while Éomer looked into the cupboards for some plates and cutlery. After finding them, he made his way to the table. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine. A little hungry but ok.” Faramir took food off the serving tray and started to eat. He shoveled everything into his mouth as if it was going to disappear.

“Faramir, slow down. You will give yourself a tummy ache if you eat any faster.” Éomer was watching as half the food on Faramir’s plate was gone.

“What…?” Faramir said and looked down and saw most of his food gone. “I guess I was hungrier than I thought.” He continued to eat a little slower. ‘Besides,’ he thought, ‘I’m eating for two.’

“You mean three,” Haldir said when he heard the thought.

“What did you say?” Éomer asked.

“Faramir said that he was eating for two and I just told him three,” Haldir replied.

“But I never heard him, why is that?” Éomer asked. He was wondering what was going on. Even at lunch he saw the look between father and son and wondered. “Can you read his thoughts, Haldir?”

“Yes, I can,” Haldir answered looking at Faramir. “That’s why I came here. I had a talk with my Lord and Lady and they think the reason why you and I can read each other’s thoughts is because you are more elf than human. I know you have round ears like a man but your body is more like an elf. Tell me, how many days does it take for you to heal from a sword wound?”

“I don’t know,” Faramir said as he stopped eating. “A little while back, I had a head injury and I lost all memories of my life. It should have taken weeks to heal but it took less than a few days. I got my memories back of Rohan while I was there but I could not remember anything else outside of the Riddermark.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Have you got all your memories back?” Haldir asked.

“No not all but the majority. Éomer told me that the only way I was to get my memories back of Gondor was to go back home. After awhile, my memories did return.” Faramir got silent all of a sudden.

“What’s the matter, Faramir?” Haldir asked and turned to Éomer for answers. When he seen the shake of his head, Haldir avoided the subject.

“Do you have scars? Of injuries?” Haldir asked.

“No, all his scars disappear after a few months. I have scars of battles but Faramir’s skin is unblemished.” Éomer replied. He knew that Faramir didn’t want to talk any further. There were too many bad things he wanted to forget about.

“Faramir,” Haldir said taking his son’s hand, “you may not have scars to see but sometimes the scars run deep.”

Faramir looked up at his father. The elf’s fingers were lightly running over his hand for comfort. He understood the statement quite well. Some scars do run deep.

“Thank you, Ada. Someday I will tell you but not right now.” Faramir put his other hand on top the elf’s showing gratitude.

“This is wonderful news. Another gift that the Valar has given me. How are you feeling now? You got me worried when you passed out at the lunch table.”

“I’m fine, I think,” Faramir replied. “Actually, I feel better than I have my whole life. There is only one thing that worries me, though?”

“And what is that, my love?” Éomer asked.

“Where are we going to live when the children are born? I can’t go back home. I guess we could go to Rohan and live there. What are people going to think when we arrive with two children?”

“You can live here,” replied Haldir. “Our people would not shun you because you gave birth to children. We elves love children. They are precious to this world. We would welcome them into the realm of Lothlórien. Besides, they are my grandchildren. I will not turn them away because they have human fathers. I love you.”

Tears broke out of Faramir’s eyes when he heard this. “I love you, too, Ada.” He got up from his chair and stood in front of his father. His father rose and hugged him.

Haldir felt the connection again of father and son. Tears escaped his eyes at the emotion. “Hormones,” he told Éomer. “Watch out for them. They will turn your mate into a emotional wreck. I went through them with your brother and sister. Now,” Haldir said, “we need to talk about the things that your body will go through with the changes that are about to begin.”

Faramir backed up a bit and looked at his father. “What do you mean, ‘emotional wreck’? I don’t get emotional!” He stomped his foot.

“See what I mean,” Haldir retorted, laughing, while looking at Éomer.

Faramir got along with the other elves of the realm. When the elleths found out he was pregnant, he was accepted into a group that either were pregnant or already had children. He got lots of tips on how to care for elflings and what to do at certain stages in their lives. Faramir didn’t know if he was having human children or elflings but listened intently on how to take care of children in general.

They both wrote to their families. One letter to Gondor and another to Rohan. Another letter was dispatched to Aragorn explaining what was going on in the White City.

Faramir rolled over, woke up with an insatiable appetite and stared at his husband. They had married just one month after arriving in Lothlórien. It was a simple wedding with his fathers, Haldir and Éldir, his two siblings, Orophin, Rúmil, Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn. Celeborn officiated the wedding. A private dinner was planned afterward and Haldir showed them to their new home.

After Faramir and Éomer decided to stay, a talan was set up as a place of their own. Orophin and Rúmil along with Éldir, designed a talan for the happy family that included three bedrooms, a bathroom, living room and a fully operational kitchen. There was an icebox placed in the kitchen so Faramir could store milk inside when his children would need feeding. No on knew if Faramir could breastfeed so an icebox was placed there just in case.

Faramir noticed that his husband had a darker tan than normal that went all the way down his legs. Neither one slept in nightshirts so it was easier to make love when they wanted. Faramir placed kisses on Éomer chest as it rose. When he came upon a nipple, he sucked it making it red and hard then would swipe his tongue over it, soothing it. It brought a moan to the man below him. The Gondorian kissed his way to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. He looked to his husband to see if he was awake.

Éomer could feel the sensations of someone kissing his chest, making himself hard from the reaction. He knew it was his husband and laid there. The kisses on his body made his cock harder which brought moans to his throat.

Faramir heard the moans and knew his mate was awake. He made his way down the body before him planting kisses along the way until he reached the erection. The drop of pre-cum that exited the cock made his mouth water and he took it into his mouth whole until he reached the base.

As Faramir took his cock into his mouth, Éomer grabbed the hair underneath his fingers and rose his hips off the bed. This was the greatest way to wake up in the morning. He could get used to this. His passion rose until he could take no more.

“Stop, my love, or you will make me cum.” Éomer rose his head off the bed and watched Faramir release his cock.

When Faramir heard the reply, he let go of the cock in his mouth with a plop. He watched his love’s eyes and saw the love in them. He made his way up the bed and planted kisses along the way until he reached his love’s lips. The Gondorian took those lips with passion pushing his tongue inside to taste.

Éomer kissed him back just as hard. He tweaked Faramir’s nipples which he knew were sensitive from the pregnancy. A moan came into his mouth when he knew that Faramir was getting close. The Marshall could feel a cock rubbing up against his and he rose his hips. After breaking off the kiss, Éomer stared at his husband.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you back. Do you want to continue?” Faramir asked.

“Are you ok? We just made love not long ago. I don’t want you to be sore.” The Marshall didn’t want his husband of a short time to be sore.

“I’m ready again. You don’t have to prepare me either. I’m still open from before.” Faramir straddled Éomer’s hips and positioned himself right above the other cock, feeling it rub on his own.

“You definitely have a sexual appetite, my love. I could get used to this.” Éomer ran his hands up and down his love’s body, feeling the changes. Faramir had grown sensitive with each passing week even if it was only a month.

Faramir rose his body, aligned Éomer’s cock with his opening and slowly pushed himself down on the cock. Breathing in and out to lessen the pain, Faramir felt the cock inside brush against his prostate. Lightning flashed behind his eyes making his cock harder.

Éomer watched his husband make love to him. His cock twitched inside which made him rise his hips off the bed. He plunged into Faramir as far as he could go.

“Ahhh, Gods,” Faramir groaned.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, that felt great. Do that again.”

The act was repeated and another cry came out of Faramir’s throat. His prostate was hit over and over again until he could take no more.

When Éomer heard the cries, he grabbed Faramir’s cock and started pumping it as fast as he could. He knew he wasn’t going to last long with what Faramir was doing to his body. Éomer could feel his heart pounding in his chest as well as his ears. As Faramir rose and slammed himself down on the cock inside of him, Éomer pushed up wanting to feel the back.

Sweat rolled down Faramir’s chest and back as he continued his movements. He closed his eyes. He could feel his testicles pull up inside and his nipples were pinched.

Éomer knew that he was close. He tweaked the nipples on the chest before his as his body rose off the bed.

“I’m close, my love,” Éomer whispered.

Not a word was spoken from Faramir as he felt himself spill his seed on the stomach before him. His fëa reached out to Éomer as his body rose one last time.

When Éomer felt the seed spew over his fingers, he felt his husband rise one last time and he spent himself inside as his fëa reached out to Faramir’s. They intertwined with one another before settling inside. Éomer breathed heavy as his fëa settled and Faramir collapsed onto his chest.

Faramir was exhausted as he fëa steadied itself back into him. He collapsed on Éomer, breathing hard.

“Are you alright, my love?” Éomer asked.

“Yes,” came the reply. “I just exerted myself too much.” Faramir slowed his breathing down and moaned when the cock inside slipped out. He laid down beside his husband closing his eyes.

“I thought I hurt you for a minute.” Éomer gathered up his love in his arms, rubbing his back.

“We better enjoy these sessions because it won’t be long before I won’t be able to do this anymore until our children are born.”

“Then let us not waste time!” Éomer put his finger below Faramir’s chin and rose the head to kiss him.

“Not now!” Faramir swatted the chest before him when lips were pressed to his.

“Ow!” said Éomer as he let the lips go. “Let’s rest then and later we can have breakfast. You should keep up your strength if you continue this.” Éomer reached over to the night stand and grabbed a cloth to wipe themselves off.

“I agree with the rest and food.” Faramir nuzzled the neck and planted a kiss. After being wiped off, he slept.

Éomer watched as the tension released itself from Faramir’s body and he heard the soft snore. He closed his eyes and slept himself.

During the next few months, Éomer was tested to see what he could do as a warrior. He was put through the tests of a march warden by Orophin, Rúmil and Haldir. After two weeks, he was deemed a warrior and placed on guard duty with the rest of the march wardens. Some of the warriors welcomed him but there were a few that were leery of him until he proved himself on the boarders one day when a small band of orcs were spotted. He killed his fair share and the ones that were skeptical, watched as he was left without a scratch. They thought differently about him after that and welcomed him into the patrol.

Faramir, on the other hand had grown big. His back was beginning to ache from the weight and his hands and feet were beginning to swell. He knew that talking with the other elleths and his father that it was common for these ailments. He went through the cranky moods, tears that never stopped, insatiable sexual appetite, eating all the time and cleaning. During this cleaning time, he got the nursery ready for when the children would take up residence. He was becoming a more dutiful wife than he knew and loved every minute. Then came the day that he went for one of his visits to the head healer. He entered with Rúmil on his arm because his husband was on northern boarder duty.

This made the healer curious as to why Rúmil helped him onto a table that a child could get up on. He watched as Faramir winced as he sat.

“Now, Faramir, I need to know a few things.”

Faramir trusted the head healer, Lenwë, because he knew how males birthed children but he was no ordinary male elf. At least he didn’t think so. He nodded as he heard the question.

“I watched you wince when you sat down. Why couldn’t you get up on the table yourself?”

“The weight is becoming unbearable. I need help getting up, sitting down, walking anywhere, my feet hurt from the swelling, my toes don’t touch the floor which makes it awkward to walk, I have a hard time picking things up with my fingers swollen and I’m constantly going to the bathroom.” After a few moments, he continued. “I also think I have an open wound down there. I have noticed my leggings wet from time to time.”

“Let me check you out. Rúmil, could you help me lay him down on the table. It will make my examination go better.”

Rúmil helped the healer lay Faramir down and then he took the Gondorian’s hand and started to rub the back of it to calm Faramir’s nerves.

Faramir felt the hand and smiled at Rúmil. He knew that having him here was wonderful. He felt loved with his new family. Faramir felt his leggings being removed and then the prodding and poking of the healer.

When Lenwë was finished he knew what was wrong with Faramir. “Well, now I know the problem.”

“What problem? What’s wrong with me?” Faramir had this look of fear on his face.

“Nothing to worry about, Faramir. You just need bed rest. If you don’t lie down until these children are born then you will have difficulties bringing them into this world. I examined you outside and there is a birthing channel starting to open up behind your sack. That’s the cause of the slight wetness you feel. If my calculations are right, you will be having these children in a month. So therefore your pregnancy cycle lasts 11 months, not as long as an elf’s but still longer than a human’s. I suggest for the next month that you stay in bed. No getting up for meals or walking around. You can use the bathroom for relieving yourself and baths but I would suggest that you have bed baths. Pressure on the lower extremities such as water could have you in labor before these children are fully developed. We need them to stay there as long as possible so that they have a better life.” Lenwë washed his hands as he was talking. He watched the looks between Rúmil and Faramir. “I would suggest you get some help for the next month.”

“But Éomer is on boarder patrol for the next month. How am I suppose to do all this?” Tears were falling down his cheeks. He was becoming an emotional wreck.

“We will help you, Faramir.”

Faramir turned his head when he heard Rúmil speak. “I can’t let you do this!”

“Yes you will, we are family now. All of us will help and if we are not there then we will have a nurse maid come and watch you. Your father would crown me if he knew that I did not offer our services. Besides, not all of us are on patrol at the same time. The northern border is far. We could have Éomer here within hours by messenger bird if he’s out on patrol. All elves love children. Your children will be loved unconditionally.” Rúmil rubbed his nephew’s knuckles showing his support.

“You’re right, Rúmil. I guess that I should count my lucky stars that I have a family like yours.” Faramir was calming down from the sweet words that Rúmil spoke. His father’s family helped out in so many ways that Faramir was happy that he came to Lothlórien. He had come home.

“So we are in agreement?” Lenwë asked. “You stay off your feet until the children are born.”

“Yes, with the family I have, they will make sure.” Faramir sighed.

Rúmil and Lenwë helped Faramir up from the table and he got dressed. Before he could protest, Rúmil picked him up from the floor and carried him back to Faramir’s talan. Faramir didn’t protest because he knew better. You never argued with family.

As he placed Faramir on the bed, Rúmil went into the kitchen to make tea. After that was done, Rúmil made his way back to the bedroom. He noticed that Faramir didn’t move since he was placed there.

“Why aren’t you getting undressed?” Rúmil asked.

“I… I can’t seem to get my leggings off, they’re stuck.” Faramir was having a hard time getting his hips out of the detestable leggings. “I will be wearing a nightgown from now on. No more leggings for me, besides they are a little tight around the waist.” Faramir looked up at Rúmil. “Could you…” Faramir felt ashamed asking for help. He couldn’t get used to it no matter what. When Éomer was home, he did all the work.

“Of course, that’s why I’m here,” Rúmil replied. He set the tray on the night stand and helped Faramir get into a nightgown. He made sure it was a warm one because spring was still in the air and that meant cooler night air. He didn’t want his nephew to catch a cold. After settling him in and putting a blanket across him, he helped Faramir with his tea. “Now, we will have to make out a schedule for you so that someone is here at all times, even at night when Éomer is not here.”

“You’re right, we should do that. Do you know when father and Orophin are going on patrol? I know about Éomer’s.” Faramir took a sip of his tea and noticed it was chamomile, his favorite calming tea.

They talked for the next couple of hours getting the daily planner of who would be sitting with Faramir. Faramir’s eyes grew heavy with sleep as he put his tea down.

“I think you need a rest.” Rúmil pulled the blanket up under Faramir’s chin and kissed his forehead.

Faramir smiled and closed his eyes. He definitely had a loving family.

So for the next month all went well, as well as it could be. Faramir got mad a times because people would hover over him all day and he felt so helpless that he couldn’t get out of bed. Whoever was on duty according to the schedule that was devised, he would be carried to the bathroom and back to bed or to lay down on the couch in the living room. He spent most of his times in bed because it was more comfortable for his back.

As the last week approached he couldn’t lay on his back, it hurt too much. It was at this time that he felt something wet between his legs and thought he had relieved himself.

“Orophin,” Faramir called out. He looked under the covers and screamed like he had never screamed before. There between his legs was blood on the sheet.

Orophin came rushing into the room. “What’s the matter, Faramir?” He watched as a head came back up from under the blankets. Tears were running down his face.

“I’m bleeding,” he gasped.

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