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In His Gardens (NC-17) 
Written by Nissi14 November 2006 | 5431 words
Chapter 4: The Welcomed Haunt
After their coupling the man and the ghost laid on their backs against the green of Boromir’s memorial, gazing at the stars. It was much like the memorable night in Faramir’s garden, but now they knew the conclusion of Boromir’s dreaded chain of events, and the fruition of Faramir’s visions. They had survived the worst, even in such an unusual way. There had been fear, and pain, and terrible heartbreak, but they were together once more.
There was nothing but complete serenity between them. It filled the very air and seemed to spread upon Emyn Arnen like a warm blanket. It was the peace of the light of love, emanating from both. The fourth age was upon them. Sauron was defeated. Their hearts were full—they were reunited, Faramir’s relationship with Legolas flourished, and the knowledge of the infant Elboron’s healthy and happy growth in Rohan pleased them.
“I will never leave you again,” Boromir whispered. “Always I will come to you, and you will ever know my love, my touch, my adoration.”
“And ever I will be yours, my love,” Faramir replied. “You are generous to return to me, and to share me in the times when you cannot be fully present.”
“I want you to be happy forever,” Boromir stated. “You have endured too much sorrow in your life. It is within my power to give you content now, little one.”
“I am content,” Faramir sighed sleepily. “At last.”
“At last,” Boromir replied, kissing the slope of Faramir’s jaw. “Sleep in peace, my brother, my husband. I will watch over you.”
Faramir nodded slowly as unconsciousness fell upon him. He gave himself freely to sleep, freely to only the best and brightest of dreams. Nothing haunted him now—nothing but the specter of his dead brother, and he was a welcomed haunt indeed.
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THIS WAS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING. I CRY EACH AND EVERY TIME I READ THIS. THERE IS AN INNOCENT BEAUTY IN THE WRITING THAT IS THE PURITY OF SUCH A LOVE. IF I EVER FIND SUCH A LOVE IN MY LIFETIME, I WOULD DIE A THOUSAND TIMES OVER JUST FOR A MOMENT OF SUCH GREAT PASSION AND FIERCE INTENSITY AS THE LOVE BETWEEN THE BROTHER MIR.
— NAELE Friday 17 September 2021, 12:00 #