Faramir Fiction Archive

Healing Deep Wounds (NC-17)

Written by Kissa

06 August 2006 | 17701 words

III

He opened his eyes in shock, surprised he still had a body with eyes to open. He wasn’t dead, which bewildered him, but incredible pain was there to confirm he was alive more than ever, because he was able to feel the cold air in the room and…warmth in his back. Then a new shock hit him as he realized he was in someone’s arms, being held closely and with his hand clasped in a warm strong one.

Slowly, it sank in. Elrond hadn’t found anyone to bond him to among his Elf warriors, and he was stuck with a human. If it was also a female, he, Haldir, was going to plead to be delivered directly to Mandos.

He looked cautiously over his shoulder to find himself faced with the biggest, bluest eyes he’d ever seen and with a shy smile. A mere boy! Cursing inwardly, he struggled to maintain a civil tone and manner while trying to find out more about his situation. As he opened his mouth to speak, he heard the boy speak in a melodic, low tone which proved physically soothing to him:

“Captain Haldir, I see you are awake. You will make all of us glad. Your friends were worried for you.”

“Why would none of them accept to bond with me?” Haldir almost burst into tears.

A smile played on the boy’s lips as he said: ”Unfortunately none of your brave friends was free… they are all bound to Elves, whether in the open or in secret.”

“And my warriors, my archers? Why wouldn’t they accept?”

Haldir regretted asking when he saw the youthful features darken. He suddenly knew why and his tears flowed freely as realization hit him.

“None of them!... Did they all die? Elbereth, why was I allowed to live? I wish I were dead alongside my archers!”

Through his veil of tears, he saw the young one grow sad. He sniffled a bit, then assumed a serious expression.

“No, mortal, I am grateful for what you did, I just think it was cruel and selfish of Elrond to rescue me when he knew I’d be suffering more if parted from my faithful archers…”

“No, my lord, it was not selfish or unwise of lord Elrond to do so. You are very precious to many and needed alive.”

Looking at the youthful face, Haldir thought to himself it seemed familiar, but didn’t know where from.

Wanting to turn around so he could face the boy, Haldir was faced with unbearable pain and he whimpered in what he deemed to be an undignified manner, but he soon felt strong, yet delicate fingers stop him in his movements, briefly caressing his arms in a soothing intent, and then he felt himself being lifted and rearranged on the bed in the position he had wanted. The young one carefully arranged the pillows under his head and back to make sure he was comfortable.

In the concerned look of concentration on his new mate’s face, Haldir saw a clue which sparked his memory and he exclaimed:

“I know you! I saw you on the battle field! You were wearing an armor marked with the White Tree of Gondor! You are a captain!” and then, again taking in the man’s youthful features, he continued: “But you can’t be! You’re too young! Why did you accept to be bound to me? Didn’t Elrond tell you what a difficult Elf to live with I am?”

“At first it was an act of loyalty for my second home, Rohan, who had a debt to repay to the Elves who died at the Deep. But when I saw you here on the bed, I recognized the proud Captain for whom my heart had bled on the battlefield. It should have been me, who am a worthless nobody, to have to die, not a being of such grace and strength like you. So seeing you had somehow survived, I gladly did all that Lord Elrond told me to if that meant you would live.”

Haldir mused about this admirable mortal and his beautiful heart. He would have saved any Elf under his lead by bonding with him if he had been asked to, but he wasn’t sure he would have done the same thing for a stranger.

“I’m sorry, my friend, I was so absorbed in crying for my own misery that I forgot to ask the name of my noble savior. Who are you, my young warrior?” Haldir said, trying to make his voice sound less arrogant.

He was rewarded with a beautiful smile on the soft face and he heard the boy speak:

“I am Faramir of Gondor. I am a Captain of Rangers and I’ll serve Rohan and its king until it is time to return to Gondor. And I am not as young as you deem me… I am twenty-three years of age and I have been wielding the sword and bow since I was five. I became a ranger at thirteen.”

Haldir wondered at how strangely drawn he was to the young mortal. He reached out with this trembling hand and caressed the smooth cheek of his mate.

“Faramir…” He repeated to make sure he retained the name well. “I thank you for offering yourself to save me and I promise to do my best to make us work well together.”

Then Haldir felt suddenly very tired and he sighed, feeling his body demanding more rest.

“It will be easy to love you, sweet Faramir,” he murmured before sleep caught him again, leaving Faramir doubly stricken with fright. Love him? Love him…how? And the Elf had just used an endearment that only Boromir had used for him, calling him “sweet Faramir”. It had been seven years since those words had been spoken to him and they still had the same effect, softening his heart and making him yield to whatever the future held.

So Faramir had no other option than to nestle near his charge and settle into sleep too.

Days passed by and, thanks to Faramir’s patience and polite, yet caring manner of tending to Haldir’s wounds and requests, the proud Elf began to heal rapidly, and the more he felt his heart open for the young mortal, the quicker his body healed.

Elrond and Aragorn came to check on the two of them and Elrond was pleased to see Haldir awake and able to speak. When they arrived, Faramir was pleading with Haldir to make him eat some fresh strawberries, and, seeing three pairs of expectant eyes upon him, Haldir relented and bit into the fruit that Faramir was holding in front of his lips. The food tasted incredibly good after days of being able to assimilate nothing but a few drops of water now and then.

Elrond was almost giddy with joy seeing Haldir accept food. Now he was certain the Marchwarden would live to snap at another generation of Elves who needed to be trained as archers.

Aragorn, on the other hand, was happy to see Faramir smile, a sight he only knew from Boromir’s tales, never before having seen the Gondorian Captain smile with his own eyes. And his heart wept again at the loss of Boromir. He informed Faramir of appointing him his Steward, and was surprised to see Faramir laugh shortly.

“What is so amusing, Son of Gondor? Do you think I am jesting when I say I want you to be my loyal Steward?” Aragorn frowned.

“Nay, my King, I didn’t mean to be disrespectful, I just find it ironic. My father would go insane if he knew…It was why he sent me away, fearing I would one day become Steward as he deemed me unworthy of the title.”

Aragorn assumed a serious pose and said in a low, private voice: “Faramir, your father has gone insane…After sending his troops to certain death, he threw himself into a fire and found his death by flames.”

Faramir then really looked like a child, realizing he was left alone in the world and that his name would die with him.

Suddenly Haldir, who had been conferring with Elrond on the other side of the bed, felt a pang through his body and winced in pain. For a moment, the bond had allowed him to feel a fraction of Faramir’s loneliness and inner torment. He turned to look at his mate, knowing he needed to help him as much as he had been helped.

“No, dear Faramir, you are not alone. You have me forever, noble one.” He said shakily, surprised to hear himself say words he would never have said before to anyone.

Faramir reached for him to see if he was alright and he nodded, smiling soothingly, then moving closer to wrap his arms in a hug around Faramir. The young man had never seen the Elf behave like that and, having grown unaccustomed to such sweetness, he looked at Haldir in wonder, thinking the Elves were indeed a magical race, noting how the sorrow in his heart diminished to a more bearable level. He melted into the hug and his fingers gently moved to caress Haldir’s long, silver hair, taking comfort in the softness of it.

Aragorn and Elrond had moved away from the bed, leaving the two to comfort each other, as they needed to strengthen their bond, and Aragorn chuckled happily. Elrond smiled too, but in truth he was still worried about Faramir’s reaction upon learning what it took to complete the bond. Judging by the way Faramir took the blows life dealt him, Elrond found himself hoping and confident things would work out for the better.

Having been left alone with Faramir again, Haldir felt sad at the thought that he would have to follow his mate in Gondor and never see his brothers or the Golden Wood.

“What upsets you, my friend? Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” Faramir whispered, a concerned look on his face.

There was no point in hiding things from his mate, as the bond was making them transparent to each other. So Haldir sighed and confessed:

“I was thinking I would never see my home and my brothers again…and I’ve never been to Gondor. Do you think I would like it there?”

Faramir was left speechless for a moment, then he assured Haldir he wasn’t his prisoner, that they could visit his brothers in Lothlórien and that, yes, he would like Gondor as Gondor would like him. He began to tell him about Minas Tirith, about the beach, the woods and all the nice things he had grown among, now beginning to miss them as he evoked them for Haldir.

Haldir watched Faramir as he spoke of Gondor and found himself staring at the sheer beauty of the mortal. Unlike the filthy humans he liked to chase and hunt outside the borders of the Golden Wood, those who had taught him that humans were a treacherous and unsophisticated race of savages, the man in front of him was simply exquisite. He had long dreamed of someone like Faramir on long border watches, waiting patiently for such a creature to cross his path (although he had always imagined it to be an Elf). It was his confidence that the one he waited for would finally appear in his life that kept him afloat in the middle of so many Elves who each had found their mate and their happiness. It was his certainty that his patience would be rewarded that kept him strong and uncaring of the other Elves feeling sorry for poor lonely Haldir, the same Elves who were talking behind his back and inventing all sorts of reasons why the handsome Marchwarden hadn’t found a mate in all his long life.

Coming out of the unhappy memories of loneliness and being pitied, Haldir focused on the one whose naked body felt so good close to his own at night, on the long, soft auburn curls which fell even lower than the broad, yet graceful shoulders. Faramir’s eyes had stolen his heart from the very moment he had gazed into them, and those full lips, which Faramir had the habit of biting too often, made Haldir wonder what a kiss would feel like, if they would be as soft as they looked.

Haldir realized he had been given a new chance, not just at life, but also at love. If he played his cards right and let the carefully built ice walls crumble around him, he would be rewarded with a lifetime of happiness. But he had to take it slow. He realized he didn’t even know how Faramir would feel about the prospect of loving and touching another male intimately. For Haldir it had never been a matter of choosing, as he had never, in his entire long life, thought he might desire a female companion. Suddenly panic took over him as he remembered having read that in Gondor relationships between mates of the same gender were severely punished.

Faramir saw the sudden shift in Haldir’s dreamy expression as the fair features shifted into panic and sadness.

“Dear Haldir, tell me what ails you and I’ll try and make it better. I hate to see a frown on your fair face.”

The words were spoken so softly, almost tenderly, and they gave Haldir the courage to ask:

“When you look at me, what do you see, Faramir?”

Faramir was terribly cornered by the question. He found himself blushing violently and his ranger skills had somehow deserted him…He was unable to control himself and appear calm and contained. He was sure he was going to embarrass himself beyond forgiveness in the eyes of the noble ancient creature, but sleeping naked and glued to him every night had become pure torture. And he had found himself thinking of giving himself to the Elf, wanting to touch him and to be touched in return.

Haldir was waiting, panic still written all over his face, so Faramir decided to go for broke and say what he felt. It had been so long since he had had a friend he could talk to, and he was sure that the ancient one would laugh at him first, then forgive and understand him.

“I find you beautiful unlike anything I have ever seen, fair Haldir. I find myself thinking of you all day long, wishing we didn’t have to be naked and so close together, and hating my low human nature which pushes me to think improper thoughts and to want to find out what your lips on mine would feel like…” He trailed off, confident that he had made a complete and utter idiot of himself and waiting to hear Haldir’s rumbling laughter.

He shut his eyes, feeling the blush extend even to the tips of his ears, thus missing the matching blush on Haldir’s face. He did feel the butterfly soft touch of lips on his own and he opened his eyes in disbelief. He saw Haldir bent over him, his silver hair hiding them from the world like a magic veil and he sighed blissfully, his arms sneaking around Haldir’s neck and pulling him close, at the same time opening up for him, granting him access into his mouth. He had forgotten how good it felt, but now that it was offered to him, he jumped in without thinking, greedily taking whatever Haldir would give him.

Haldir was gentle, almost hesitant, and the tenderness that flowed between them took them back to that one moment on the battle field when their hearts had spoken to each other and now they recognized the moment for what it had been, their destinies uniting and clicking into place, their lifelines weaving closely together.

He let Haldir be on top, mindful of the Elf’s injuries which were still far from healing, and whenever Haldir retreated, he would pull him back near him, his tongue coaxing reaction from the Elf’s, who tasted sweeter than any honey he had ever sampled.

As Haldir moved on top of him, he rubbed his belly over Faramir’s hard-on and the Elf stopped to giggle in a manner that didn’t speak of millennia of experience.

Breathless from his first kiss ever, Haldir couldn’t stop his giggling even as he asked: “Could it be that you want me, sweet Faramir?”

“Why do you ask that which is so obvious, breathtaking one? One would have to be dead to be insensitive to your charms, and blind to miss your sparkling beauty. Have you never been told so?” Faramir gasped, reaching down to grasp Haldir’s Elven flesh. He found it was rock-hard and leaking, and it felt so right in his hand!

Haldir nearly blacked out from the sensation of having another’s hand touch him there and he kissed Faramir more boldly, hoping this would disguise his complete surprise at the feeling, but he still couldn’t keep from moaning lustfully into the man’s mouth. Faramir was sweet indeed, and he had just made it very clear that he wanted him. Him, Haldir, whom everyone laughed at and dismissed to duty. Haldir, who never got invited to orgies because he didn’t have a mate, who was the target of Lady Galadriel’s public irony.

If things could escape his control even more, he doubted it. He now belonged to Faramir with his mind and soul because of the bond Elrond had sealed between them, and he wanted nothing more than to belong to Faramir with his body too and complete the bond, to make sure that Faramir was there to stay.

“Fair Haldir, stop torturing me thus and do not laugh at me…I know it is not noble of me to want this from you, but I cannot stop myself. I’m sorry.” Faramir pleaded.

Haldir smiled at him reassuringly and kissed him shortly before breathlessly pressing out:

“When Elrond bound me to a Man, I felt sorry for being left alive, but now my soul has recognized you and I know we were meant to be together. We Elves just know when we have found our mate, and I couldn’t have asked for or imagined another one braver, more noble or more beautiful than you. In all my long life I did not feel the need to belong to someone as I do to you, and never did I wish for anyone to take me and make me completely his as I feel now. So I am asking you my sweet Faramir, please make me yours.”

Upon realization of what the Elf wanted from him, memories of pain and blood from seven years ago came back to Faramir’s mind and tears ran freely down his cheeks. He knew he couldn’t do such a thing to a creature so lovely and beautiful as Haldir, even if he hadn’t been so severely injured as he was.

“I… I…Haldir, I cannot give you what you ask of me. I’ve only experienced it once and the pain was indescribable, I took months to heal from my internal and external injuries…I couldn’t do this to you, my beautiful love. I would however have you inside me, if you want me; I know a creature as fair and as magical as you cannot bring pain.”

Haldir was speechless. True, he was in actual fact a virgin, but he knew what good love was. Any Elfling was taught the art of lovemaking and the first lesson was always how to spare your loved one from any pain. Elves were very thorough in teaching their young ones how to heal and to give pleasure at an early age, because they were a liberal society and Elf couples were based on mutual love and trust. Rape and abuse were not known among the Elves, and that was why, whenever an Elf fell prey to such violation from members of another race, it faded as it could not accept the pain and the humiliation.

He decided it was best if he showed Faramir what he knew, as the young man was more than offering himself to Haldir as test material for what he had learned as an Elfling. He would make it so good for his love, that later Faramir would not get enough of repaying him in the same manner.

He smiled to Faramir, who was lying under him, waiting for his answer.

“I can smell healing salve somewhere in the room. Will you please fetch it for us, my love?” Haldir whispered seductively, caressing Faramir’s face as he moved off him to allow him to get up and fetch the salve.

Faramir fumbled around for the jar, but when he found it he looked at Haldir victoriously and to the Elf he appeared like a star fallen from the sky especially to light his lonely path. That smile, that beaming, hopeful smile on the man’s face gave him confidence and reassured him.

Haldir extended his arms to Faramir, beckoning him to join him back in bed and to put the salve near them on the nightstand, but before Faramir had a chance to climb into bed, Haldir told him to stop right where he was, a little further than an arm’s reach, and to slowly, agonizingly slowly turn around so he could feast his eyes on the complete picture of white skin stretched on strong feline muscles.

Faramir had never spent more time naked than it had been required, always protecting himself from the cold, and now he felt terribly objectified to be standing there naked, with nothing to hide behind, especially since he could feel a set of greedy Elf eyes trailing his every line, curve and ridge.

“Raise your arms a bit, further away from your body!” Haldir instructed, settling himself between the pillows more comfortably. First on the to-do list was making his lover confident in his charms, so he would be perfectly aware of the worth of every caress and touch on his body, so later he would do the same for his mate.

He looked greedily at the lithe body in front of him, noting that Faramir was even whiter than Aragorn, who was quite fair under the dirt he always wore as a mystery-cloak, from reasons which escaped Haldir’s understanding and which – he was sure – made Legolas’ nose wrinkle in disgust every time he had to see his lover naked. But Faramir was sparkling clean and his skin was flawless and almost as white as his own.

The skin, which Haldir planned to have thoroughly caressed and re-sensitized once he laid hands on it, was covering long, powerful, feline muscles which rippled with every small movement of their owner. His gaze trailed possessively over the soft hair, the broad shoulders, the slightly arched back, strong but lean, the narrow waist and lower… the sweet, firm butt with narrow hips and long legs continuing downwards, covered not in fur like other men’s, but in a soft down of barely visible golden hairs.

“Turn around, slowly…no, slower. Be aware of the torment you cause, of the power it gives you over me, as I lay here mesmerized and grow impossibly harder only at the prospect of seeing you, my love! Yes, Faramir, gods yes!” Haldir said slowly letting his hand snake down to his lap from where an aching erection jutted upward. He didn’t touch himself though, letting his hand trace the outline of his elfhood but not really touching.

As Faramir turned, Haldir took in the delicious blush on his mate’s face and his shy smile. Again, he was biting into those soft full lips of his, making them even redder than usual, and Haldir had a very life-like image of what those lips would look wrapped snugly around his cock. His gaze trailing lower, he marveled at the lack of hair on the mortal’s chest, but he knew that things would not be the same in two years. He took in the beautifully sculpted pectorals and the small rosy nipples which had become taut from the exposure and from the cool air of the room, the defined abdominals and the retracted belly, on which only the hint of a trail of blond hairs led down to what Haldir contentedly discovered to be a member which could have shamed even a Rohan horse. He congratulated himself for deciding to show Faramir what tenderness meant before he would be breached by that monster. Humans were known to be larger than Elves in that respect, but Faramir was larger than Haldir could comprehend. Faramir’s thighs were arched only the slightest bit, his legs straight and long, not bow-shaped like those of the Rohirrim.

Licking his lips and eager to speed things up a little, Haldir told Faramir to approach the bed and stand near its edge, which his shy lover did immediately. As Haldir crawled over to him, they exchanged looks of love and trust, and Faramir closed his eyes as he felt Haldir’s lips close over the tip of his cock.

Haldir enjoyed the clean scent and slightly salty taste of his lover, turned on even more by the intimacy of what he was doing, and he decided to make this experience a pleasant one for the both of them. Slowly, gradually, he took more of the young man’s cock into his mouth and he heard Faramir gasp and plead with him not to stop, feeling Faramir’s hands tunnel through his hair, not guiding him, just caressing and he was grateful. He wasn’t prepared to swallow his lover’s huge cock just yet.

When Faramir was slick enough, Haldir kneeled up on the bed and pressed his body close to Faramir’s, sinking his fingers into the firm flesh of his lover’s buttocks and straddling his cock, nestling it in the sweat-slick tight space between his upper thighs. His own hard cock was crushed between their bodies, dripping a clear trail of fluid over Faramir’s belly and he urged Faramir to grab his butt also. When he felt unsure hands plant themselves on his rounded backside, he began to drive his hips forward, backwards, and then forward again, making his body slide over Faramir’s cock. As soon as the young one took the hint, he began to bounce Haldir over his cock to his own rhythm of choice and soon he bent forward slightly to be able to kiss Haldir and swallow his moans.

Haldir briefly thought what they were doing felt better than it looked in the educational scrolls. He tightened his inner thigh muscles more and brought his knees even closer together, to give Faramir more friction and as he did so, the fingers splayed over his buttocks dug in even tighter and he was pulled closer against Faramir’s body. As they drove madly one against the other, they both came to a completion never before experienced, since it was full of meaning for both of them.

The result, however, was far from romantic, but rather messy and sticky, and Faramir wanted to move away and find a cloth to wipe them clean, but Haldir looked into his eyes with something akin to narcotic bliss and he bent down to lick Faramir’s belly and chest clean, his hands everywhere at the same time on Faramir’s over-sensitized skin, one of them effectively milking the spent human length of the last drop of thick fluid.

By the time he was done, he had hardened anew and now Faramir’s gasps and moans were covered by rumbles of the nature outside. A storm was approaching and thunder could be heard in the horizon.

Wishing this to be a once-in-a lifetime experience for his frightened lover, Haldir grabbed the jar of salve and whispered to Faramir:

“Help me get to the balcony. I shall take you outside and test your trust.” His eyes glittered wildly with undisguised lust for the mortal, and Faramir shuddered. “I want to see you trust me with your safety and with your very life.” Haldir finished and let Faramir pick him up and effortlessly carry him to the balcony.

Once there, Faramir put him down and they stood for a moment, facing each other and breathing heavily under the spell of the moment. As rain began to pour in big sloppy drops over the whole world, they closed in on each other and began to kiss anew, slowly, languidly, their hands now more confident as they roamed the other’s body.

Haldir even noted that the more he gave of himself, of his patience and tenderness to Faramir, the more strength returned to his weakened body. He also felt a state of harmony unknown to him before then, triggered by the assent he could read in his mate’s eyes. Faramir was frightened, he could sense that, but the young mortal wanted to put his fear aside and he really trusted Haldir.

As they kissed, Haldir opened the jar of salve and generously coated his fingers, letting a hand stray lower on Faramir’s back, tickling and teasing his skin with feather touches, straying towards the small of his back but never really descending to the cleft of the tight butt. His other hand was only brushing the young one’s cock and his lips had retreated so as to complete the teasing on his lover’s senses.

Haldir felt the rain with every cell on his skin and knew that the kind of stimulation he was giving Faramir was making the human feel the exact same things as he did, but the young one was pushing into his hands and searching for his mouth, moaning in frustration as Haldir made him work for every touch. Rocking back and forth, leaning over to get to those full Elven lips, Faramir unconsciously spread his legs more, assuming a position which now allowed Haldir to trace the cleft at the lower part of his back with one salve-slick finger, drawing lazy circles over the hidden, vulnerable skin. Faramir whimpered at the intruding touch, bitter memories of Boromir’s touches paralyzing his senses for a while, until Haldir took his lips with his own and gently thrust his tongue into the Man’s mouth, enacting what he was planning for later.

Faramir wanted to let go and let himself feel, and he wanted to trust the Elf, but the memories kept him from completely surrendering to the beautiful warrior. It was the memory of pleasure intertwined with pain so closely that made Faramir fear what he knew lay ahead.

Thanks to the strengthening bond, Haldir caught a glimpse of his lover’s mind and knew what the key was to make Faramir unwind.

As the rain poured in large amounts over them, soaking them and assaulting their senses, the drops so abundant they could hardly take their panting breaths, Haldir tenderly kissed Faramir’s neck as he let his finger gain access to his lover’s body. He didn’t allow discomfort or even surprise to settle in Faramir’s mind, instead he plunged his finger deeper and stroked lazily, searching for the fireworks spot he knew he would find there. As Faramir arched towards him, moaning in shocked delight and closing his eyes, Haldir knew he’d found it. As he added a second finger to the intrusion, his hand on Faramir’s cock grabbed more of the erect shaft, so the extra touch diverted the Man’s attention from any pain…

But Faramir was way beyond pain now. Haldir’s fingers were long and slender, his touch languid and skilled, and Faramir assumed it was because his lover was an Elf and in his mind Elves were magical healing creatures.

“Haldir…Ai, magic Haldir, you make me forget myself and all my promises in the past. I pledge myself to you now for as long as the Valar grant us.” He barely managed to utter between moans, distantly registering that Haldir now had three fingers inside him and virtually being reduced to quivering silence as the fingers grazed over his inner spot, as the Elf’s other hand kept milking his shaft patiently, sadistically slow.

They were a strange oasis of relative stillness in the middle of the roaring storm, which was, in exchange, mirrored in the inner storm of sensations they were both traversing.

Haldir was feeling a trance never before experienced, sensing his lover’s body molding itself to his, more and more, closer, moving faster and more erratically. He then knew the time was right and gently retrieved his fingers from the warm body of his mate, placing both his hands of the tight hips of the Man and backing him until Faramir’s butt touched the edge of the thin metal railing which bordered the terrace.

With part of his Elven strength having returned to his muscles, he lifted Faramir until he had him propped against the railing and then moved his hands lower on his lover’s thighs, silently guiding him to wrap those lean legs around him.

Faramir placed his hands on Haldir’s shoulders and waited, his eyes half shut, glazed with desire now and with trust. He knew Haldir wouldn’t hurt him, he had seen the long slender and elegant elfhood at the top of its arousal and it had made him lick his lips instead of recoiling in fear. This had to pass between them, as he had made a promise to link himself to Haldir so the mighty Elf could live. He belonged to the Elf and his heart had known it in a mere glimpse, on the battlefield. Now his body had finally let itself be convinced to acknowledge that too.

Haldir trembled and felt humble as, upon entering his lover for the first time in all his life, Faramir’s body received him as if he had always belonged there, as if they had been made to fit tightly together like a sword and its sheath. He’d never thought that warm tightness could exist, that it could be so life-threateningly warm and tight. He slid upwards until he was buried into his lover ball-deep and he could move no further, causing Faramir to throw his head back in abandon and scream his name into the storm.

They took one tortured breath before allowing themselves to face the onslaught of sensation. Their bodies were slick with rain and sweat, fingers were digging deeply into hips and back, fearing that the fragile railing would give way and they would fall into the abyss below. The railing creaked and moved as Haldir thrust just the slightest bit, Faramir’s body constricting around him painfully, which suddenly brought the Elf over the edge from such a long period of rein over desire. His creamy hot seed coated Faramir’s inner walls and as Haldir moved to pull out, the body around him got even tighter and he felt himself harden again as Faramir’s body relaxed completely in his grip, his lover’s hands slipping from his shoulders, which made Faramir dangle upside down over the precipice below. His only support were Haldir’s hands firmly planted on his hips and his legs, wrapped tightly around the Elf’s waist.

Haldir howled his impossible arousal to the angry skies and began to drive himself forward in wild abandon, not really caring if they lived or died as long as they were united so completely. As he moved to a simmering, deliberately slow but forceful rhythm, the railing kept creaking louder, more threatening, but the only thing he could focus on was Faramir’s body, arched before him like a tight-drawn bow, muscles rippling under the wet skin, thick human cock swollen and seeping, so hard as if it would explode under his very astonished eyes.

“Trust yourself to me with your life, give me your soul and your body,” he managed to press out loud enough for the Man to hear, uttering his phrase one word per thrust, as he could not spare enough breath to separate the two, “Mighty warrior, let us become one in life or in death. My sweet Faramir…come with me now!”

Faramir could only place his whole faith into the Elf’s strength, faced with the imperative to trust those strong hands on his hips, needing to hope that there was salvation for him in his life and that it was being offered to him freely. His whole life, lived in fear and darkness and in doubt, passed before him and he suddenly felt a jolt of golden light flooding dark memories with its glow, and in the very core of that light, he saw his faer and Haldir’s dancing together in a tight embrace before they mingled and became one.

Haldir watched as Faramir’s body quivered and felt it clench rhythmically around him, his lover shuddering with every muscle and wailing his release as he came, his death-like wail covering the sound of the storm for a moment in Haldir’s hearing. He had lost himself completely into their death-inviting union, and had caught a fleeting glimpse, feeling more than seeing as his faer called Faramir’s close and they became one in a frenzied dance.

Feeling his knees were finally giving in, he moved away from the edge of the balcony and pulled his lover with him to safety. They were both soaked in rain, but their bodies glittered with a magical sheen that even Haldir marveled at. He pulled Faramir close to him, lifting him to his chest without leaving his body and struggled to make it to the bed, where he let himself fall and, curling protectively around his passed-out lover, he fell asleep, at the end of his stamina.

Elrond gasped when he entered the room where the Gondorian Captain and the Marchwarden were resting. Not believing his eyes, he came closer and looked at the two. Haldir’s wounds had healed completely overnight, his skin as fair and flawless as if he had never been injured. His hair was spread around him on the pillow and under Faramir’s head, as the son of Gondor slept resting his head on the Elf’s shoulder. They were both naked and what was more incredible was that both their bodies glowed with a white light that shone from within. Elrond frowned. This was very rare even among immortals and he would have given a great deal to find out what had passed between the two and moreover, how it had passed, since he was now looking not at one fading Elf and his mortal rescuer, but at two immortals. And the Valar only knew what other magic had been released. Had it to do with the storm? How could it have been that Faramir had been granted the right to live forever by Haldir’s side, when normal bonds didn’t function like that, but merely supposed the two mates were depending on each other for their common well-being?

Elrond was a cautious Elf and he wanted to investigate deeper. But, before allowing panic to creep in other people’s lives too, he decided to head for the library, to see if the Rohirrim had any Elven scrolls which talked about rare bonds and their effects.

One thing was obvious though, Elrond grinned sheepishly at himself. Those two had definitely gotten further acquainted… it wasn’t just the speedy healing of Haldir’s wounds that spoke of it, but also their contented smiles as they lay in sleep, and the way they held each other close as if to say it was the two of them against all of Middle Earth.

Ah, love… Elrond remembered he needed to be in his seneschal’s arms at that impossible hour of the morning. After all, what the hell was he doing roaming the halls of Edoras like a ghost at that time?

He woke up and looked over at his perfect lover. The Elf slept peacefully on one side, facing him. Faramir felt so overcome with love and devotion for the magical being in his arms that his every cell tingled and he felt the need to do something, he couldn’t say what exactly, but he wanted to make sure Haldir felt all his love. Never had he felt the need to trust himself completely to another, and never again had it felt like an act of power, not like one of weakness.

He reached out to the Elf with one hand and tenderly stroked the stray locks out of the fair one’s face. And then a small miracle happened, only for him; those cobalt electric eyes opened and looked into his soul as Haldir stretched lazily and said: “Good morning!”, taking Faramir’s exploring hand and turning it over, to kiss its palm. Then, just as lazily as he had awoken, he sucked two of the slender white fingers into his mouth and he began to flicker his tongue over them. This simple gesture sent lightning up and down the man’s spine and he let himself fall limp and pliant into the Elf’s guiding embrace. Haldir pulled him close and began to rub his hips and groin against Faramir’s slowly, like a cat in heat, even as he began to run his fingers through the man’s hair and shower him with kisses.

Floating high on a cloud of booming happiness, Faramir heard himself utter words he’d never thought he’d want to say: “My magic Haldir, my love, I could never do justice with words to the love and pleasure you’ve made me feel last night in the rain. I would live my short days and end them joyfully if every one of them had you loving me thus in it, and I can only hope that one day you’d want me to take you as well, as you have shown me there can be love without pain! My Haldir, how I love you!”

When Haldir spoke, he didn’t trust his voice too much, as it had caught in his throat from the deep emotions his mate’s words had stirred in him. He would never have guessed that he had succeeded so well in curing Faramir’s fear of past pain. He had, however, given his virginity and his whole heart to his mate, with no reserve or suspicion, but with utmost trust and love. He could only have dreamt of Faramir ever wanting to reciprocate and seal the bond forever.

“Do not be afraid, my heart, for I want to give myself to you maybe more than you wish to take me. And I do not fear pain, for I would gladly take whatever you have to give me and it would feel like the sweetest bliss…”

Faramir’s heart stopped upon realization that Haldir was uttering the same pleading words he himself had spoken to Boromir on the night when he had asked him to make love to him. He thus knew that Haldir’s words were honest, that he didn’t fear pain, but now Faramir also knew that there was a way to make his lover enjoy their union and not feel pain from it, thanks again to his miraculous elven mate.

He sat up and looked at his Elf, suddenly wondering why he had been so foolishly apprehensive to be the taker for once, he who had no restraints in slaying Orcs by the hundreds, emerging from battle victorious but covered in foul blood and guts. He understood that taking Haldir meant just as much as giving himself to his wonderful lover and in the end it was the same: an act of complete love and trust.

Smiling resolutely, more to himself than for Haldir to see, Faramir leaned back down and sweetly kissed Haldir until the Elf struggled for breath, which he had to take from Faramir, and when they parted the Elf was panting, aroused, realization of Faramir’s decision dawning on him. The man’s hands played with the Elf’s unbraided hair, they stroked delicate curves of shoulders, arms and torso, then came back up to bestow the lightest of caresses to peaked nipples. Faramir marveled at how obvious the desire to surrender was in his Elf and he knew that he would not be able to deny him anything, ever.

All the while, as he nipped and kissed alabaster skin, he whispered words of endearment, words he had not spoken in long years since Boromir had so lovingly taken him, but the phrase “magic Haldir” came back over and over, the Elf’s skin, his taste, his voice, his hair – all equally enchanting to the man. As he bent down to take Haldir’s aroused member into his mouth, he heard his lover gasp:

“Nay, my love, do not prolong my torture so! I wish for you to be within me soon, before I am forever claimed by madness.”

However, Faramir didn’t obey him at once, not moving from his task until after having tasted the sweet dew seeping from his lover’s slit. Fumbling around for the jar of salve, he slicked his fingers generously and proceeded to prepare his lover, given his size and the tightness he found between the Elf warrior’s buttocks. Slowly, gently, he waited until his four fingers could all slide easily into Haldir, stretching and relaxing him. Curious to see if the spot he knew was within him was a shared feature with Elf males, he crooked his fingers and searched for it, eliciting an agonized plea from his lover upon encounter of said spot.

Haldir felt his body arch up and off the bed and he writhed, squirmed and twisted, not in pain, but in pleasure and in love for the one who was taking his own patience to lengths unheard of to make his first time painless and pleasant.

Seeing the responses his fingers were coaxing from his gorgeous lover, Faramir could no longer think of pain and consequences as he took himself in hand and, removing his fingers, he replaced them with his aching erection, pressing tentatively at first, hissing with sharp pleasure when the head of his member breached past the muscled entrance and into the welcoming heat. Looking down at his mate’s face for any sign of pain, he saw nothing but sheer ecstasy and he hated himself all the more for denying his lover that kind of pleasure when he had first asked for it. Haldir’s legs wrapped around his waist and tugged, and the full lips uttered:
“Yes, love. More.”

All Faramir could do was oblige, letting his member be engulfed by the tight velvety heat and shuddering at the intensity of it, of their union which was finally completing as his lover’s body adjusted to him and he began to move, encouraged by Haldir’s hips rocking back into him, pulling him deeper inside.

He ground his hips against Haldir’s buttocks and squirmed, moving his member inside Haldir so as to hit and graze over his sweet spot, but not really thrusting in and out. His body wanted to lose control at one point, but he continued to move within his lover without actually moving away from him, keeping his hypnotic pace slow and deep, watching, awed and humbled, as pleasure wracked the perfect elven body beneath him. Keeping his pace slow, he managed to make their union last long, longer than most men could manage, and Haldir felt that his immortal soul was about to give in to the flood of bliss he was feeling. Again, they both felt their faers join in a dance, and they both reached their peak at the same moment, tightly joined and holding each other, not wanting to ever let go.

Feeling his lover’s hot seed pulse inside of him, Haldir’s tears flowed freely on his cheeks, finally realizing the gift his precious Faramir had given him, going over a lifetime lived in fear and self-doubt to give him pleasure he had never known before, the kind of pleasure he only wished to share with his true mate in all his life.

Feeling hot drops onto his face, Haldir opened his eyes and glanced up at Faramir, who was crying also, and in that moment everything was revealed to him, all the humiliation Faramir had endured from his father, and the one moment of love in the arms of the most improbable lover of all, his brother Boromir. It was Haldir’s turn to feel humble, knowing that he would most likely have faded had he been subjected to half the sorrow his lover had been through.

Swept by the ever rising tide of pleasure, the two lovers got lost in each other, both of them passing from consciousness for a few quite long moments before coming back to the world of senses, only to enjoy the feel of their entwined bodies so close and so sticky, laying together and slowly becoming aware of the world around them, of the sun rays coming in through the window.

A new day had come, the beginning of a new age for both of them. Faramir carefully slipped from his lover’s body, and Haldir felt incapable to move at that time, immersed in the most enduring feeling of peace and completion, actually feeling their bond still glowing inside him.

Faramir cuddled close to his mate, not before pulling a thick blanket over them both, and they lay like that, whispering sweet loving words to each other and almost drifting off to sleep when Elrond, Glorfindel, Aragorn and Legolas came into their room, alarmed and looking around as if in search of an unknown enemy. Faramir lazily looked at them fussing, but tightened his grip on his mate.

“Glorfindel and Legolas have both sensed the unleashing of great magic in the palace and their instincts drew them here.” Elrond said, his tone genuinely worried.

Coming closer to the two freshly-bonded, Glorfindel looked long and searchingly into their eyes, then removed the coverlet to gaze in awe at Haldir’s naked, sparkling body. He reached out his hand and caressed Haldir’s belly and smiled widely.

“Whaat? Tell us, Glorfindel, is there something wrong?” Legolas sounded worried and curious.

Faramir was lost. What were the Elves fussing about? He had just made love to Haldir and Haldir was glowing. Aside from love and pride, he didn’t sense there was need for other feelings to occupy the foreground of consciousness right then.

“What is it, Glorfindel? What do you sense? Is it a threat?” Elrond inquired calmly.

Glorfindel could only keep caressing Haldir’s belly in fascination for a while before he spoke:

“It is very rare and I have only seen it once in the first age, when I was very young.”

“Well, tell us what we are faced with!” Legolas said, impatient.

It was Aragorn who figured it out, watching the blond seneschal move his hand over Haldir’s belly in a way he had also seen men do with their wives when…

“Since Elrond’s seneschal is too thrilled to speak, I shall voice my own guess and he will no doubt correct me if I am wrong. First of all, Faramir, I wish to present you my congratulations.” Aragorn began.

Faramir nodded in sign of acquiescence, assuming the King meant to congratulate him for finally completing the bond with the wonderful Elf in his arms.

“If you were troubled by the issue of heirs for the house of the Steward, Faramir…” Aragorn said, his smile widening as he spoke, “now your days of worry are over. Haldir now bears your heir, Faramir.”

Glorfindel only nodded, smiling and bending down to kiss Haldir’s forehead.

Legolas paled in shock and Elrond frowned.

Haldir stuttered, for the first time in his long life:

”H-h-how can this be, my lord? I am a male, I am not meant to be a…a… mother. Am I the only one seeing the ridicule of this? I am a warrior, not a wife. How could this be?”

Glorfindel spoke, caressing Haldir’s right temple soothingly: “Fear not, brave one, for this is a rare miracle even among Elves. But it is possible, if the love which binds you two together is strong, that your faer engulfs your lover’s seed and protects it into a cocoon of light, giving it the strength to grow inside you and feed off you. You will make a beautiful mother, Haldir, worry not, and you’ll have Faramir forever by your side, as your bond has granted him immortality as well.”

Panic flashed across Haldir’s face for a second, then it was chased by curiosity and then by joy. He bowed his head and said: “I will accept whatever eccentricity the Valar have placed upon me, as long as I have my mate’s assent.” And turning to Faramir to look him in the eyes, he asked: “My love, what say you?”

Faramir needed to reassure his lover and he did so by saying: “I am proud and blessed to be your mate, and I think you’ll make a wonderful mother. Lord Glorfindel is right. And while I am happy I’ve been granted the right to be with you forever, I pledge to you here, taking these Elves and this King of Men as my witnesses, to be by your side forever and to help, support and cherish you until this world shall end.” He then kissed the overwhelmed Elf and pulled him closer into his arms, protectively and possessively and kept whispering his endearment of choice to Haldir as the others left them alone to their new happiness.

As Glorfindel took his hand and they made their way down the corridor toward their room, Elrond felt that Middle-Earth was once again a land of burgeoning hope. As if reading his mind, Glorfindel said:
“Aye, love is truly the greatest healing balm of all.”

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