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Mist (R) Print

Written by Geale

30 September 2010 | 88324 words

Chapter Thirty-Three – Love

Even as Faramir pulled off his shirt Aragorn pressed close to him. The older man stood behind him, resting his hands on Faramir’s hips and leaving kisses all over his shoulders. Faramir smiled and dropped his shirt into a chair. “Your turn.”

He spun around gently to watch and touch as Aragorn loosened his own belt and laid it aside. Faramir’s hands found their way underneath the shirt and pushed it upwards, uncovering the downy chest and dark nipples. Aragorn silently complied as Faramir dragged the shirt over his head and his arms slid out of it, and then Aragorn stood there bare-chested before him. This shirt joined the other and the pile gradually grew.

Faramir kissed the spot just above Aragorn’s heart and smiled. His King’s hands were incessantly running up and down his back, toying with his hair or sometimes drifting further down, daring to brush over Faramir’s buttocks. They had lit a handful of candles but no fire and though the floor was wooden, it soon became chilly enough for them to want to proceed in bed. Faramir pushed down Aragorn’s leggings and pressed against the hardness revealed. Aragorn choked on a breath as their lengths touched but he did not back away.

“Step out of them,” suggested Faramir and left a kiss near his temple.

They did not let go of each other even as they moved towards the bed and sank down upon it. Faramir took care in kissing Aragorn’s lips without demanding anything in return and then moved on towards his other temple. Aragorn nuzzled his neck and his warm breath drifted over Faramir’s skin and made it tingle.

“Can I make love to you?”

The whisper did not at once penetrate the fog that was wrapping around Faramir’s senses. When it did, however, he must pull back for a moment to fully understand. Aragorn was waiting for his answer not with fear in his eyes but with… a curious interest, almost – which Faramir might have found amusing had he not been so shocked.

“You..?”

Aragorn’s fingertips travelled up his spine and he shivered despite the tangle of words in his mind. There was a hint, just a hint of excitement in Aragorn’s grey eyes. “I would like to make love to you.”

“Are you sure?” His gaze drifted down to where his own hands lay, palms down, upon Aragorn’s thighs. And only inches away was Aragorn’s manhood, swollen and twitching. Faramir felt heat rise in his body and a slow and steady pounding in his groin commence.

“I think I am…” The words were not weighed down by trepidation, instead they were gloriously free. “But would you want me to… touch you first… or..?”

“No.” Faramir met Aragorn’s eyes and his stomach fluttered as this new wave of possibilities washed over them. He felt a smile spread on his lips and he leaned forward to kiss the other man. “Please make love to me,” he murmured. “We will…” But his words were chased away by Aragorn’s response and they kissed long and earnestly.

When they parted to breathe, Faramir urged Aragorn further up the bed and fetched the oil.

“How do you..?” Aragorn bit his lip and let the ensuing silence complete his question.

Faramir handed him the oil. “You remember how I stretched you?” At Aragorn’s silent nod, he smiled. “Would you want to try?”

Aragorn eyed the small flask. “If I hurt you…”

“You will not hurt me,” Faramir insisted. “I told you I am not that sensitive.”

A small smile flickered across Aragorn’s face. “So, like last time?” There was something boyish about him then, years were ripped off his true age as he gathered some courage and found his own boldness.

But Faramir hesitated. He thoughtfully ran a hand down Aragorn’s chest and with a smile dipped into the coarse hair at the base of his lover’s length. “A bit different,” he said finally. “Stretch out your legs and part them a little.”

Aragorn held his gaze as he did as he was bidden, and Faramir climbed on top of him and loosely wrapped his own legs around Aragorn’s hips and waist. The sudden pressure on his swollen length as he leaned forward sent a jolt of pleasure through him and judging by Aragorn sharp intake of breath, he was not unaffected either. Faramir leaned his head against the older man’s shoulder and needed to say no more for suddenly a slick finger brushed his entrance and he shivered in response.

Aragorn proceeded with care. It took him a moment to actually push one finger inside, to go through with it, but it seemed that when that first step had been taken, the others came easier. The stretching was somewhat erratic and hesitant, but eventually Faramir, who admitted to himself that he was probably just as nervous, felt his muscles relax and he grew supple against Aragorn’s broad chest. He had not noticed his own heavy breathing until he realised it matched Aragorn’s and then he wrapped his arms around his lover and edged forward a little. He felt Aragorn’s legs bend, too, automatically, to perfect their position and then he whispered, “Now.”

The fingers immediately slipped out of him and there was an icy cold moment of reborn terror only that swept through Aragorn and made him stiffen. Faramir challenged it by tipping his head back and claiming his mouth in a deep kiss. He pushed through the barriers and walls and finally tasted the sweetness that lay beyond. Aragorn shifted underneath him and then something around them exploded as Faramir’s body was breached and everything that was not warm crumbled into nothingness.

Aragorn gasped as Faramir pushed down, completely impaling himself on the heated flesh and moaning as he did so.

“Oh…” a raspy whisper.

Faramir’s head swam as he was filled for the first time in what felt like forever. “Gods…”

Aragorn groaned something that made no sense and it took them both a moment to adjust. Then Faramir began rocking softly, letting anything but his mind guide him for he did not want to analyse now.

There was heat… so much heat that his body was melting. Aragorn trembled as they rocked, warm breaths mingling, kisses traded uncontrolled, soft – at first – moans floating out into the room; then they deepened, transformed into groans, building a twirling spiral of energy around them. Faramir lost sense of his own limitations as he clung to Aragorn, hissing when a series of thrusts hit his gland. His own length ached between them but this time, he knew, this time he needed not touch it.

There was heat and sweat-slicked skin and only sound and the glorious pounding, and then they tumbled over the edge, almost at the same time, Faramir following where Aragorn led. And the dark night was bright and blazing.

When Faramir regained awareness he was lying atop Aragorn, legs no longer wrapped around him. He filled his lungs with air and found that there was a smile on his lips he could not, and would for no reason, chase away. Gradually he became aware of Aragorn’s arms holding him in place and the heartbeat that was not his own.

“I love you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the patch of skin closest to his lips. “I love you so.”

Though it felt heavy, he raised his head to meet Aragorn’s gaze. The grey eyes were filled with tears.

For a terrifying second Faramir was certain Aragorn regretted what they had just done. Then the King smiled. “And I love you.” He shook his head against the mattress. “I cannot believe I just…”

“Made love to me?” Faramir finished for him when it seemed he would say no more. “Ah, but you did.”

Some colour crept across Aragorn’s cheeks and his gaze grew a bit clearer. “I enjoyed it.”

“So did I,” smiled Faramir. “So did I.” With a content sigh, he stretched out on top of Aragorn, smearing his own release upon their skin. “And we managed to untangle just in time though I do not remember it.”

Aragorn’s drew patterns on his back with lazy fingertips. “I dreamt of this,” he said in a low voice. “When you had left for the repair works I dreamt about you…”

There was a rush of something along the far-off wall but it did not venture closer but stayed away. Faramir lay still, only listening.

“I woke in the middle of the night, aching for you…” Aragorn mumbled. “And it frightened me so… but every time I closed my eyes I knew the longing would not pass with the death of night and birth of day.” He fell silent.

“Then you shared my dreams,” Faramir said at last, his own voice no stronger than Aragorn’s.

Aragorn lay silent for a while and Faramir did not pressure him. There was more he could have said, more they could have speculated over and pondered, but also it seemed to him that all that needed to be said was now out here, leisurely floating around them, in silent confirmation of the truth it was. In the end, Aragorn lifted his head and pressed a kiss into Faramir’s hair.

“Then I am lucky,” he said softly.


Tuilë 49

Faramir bent down, slid his gloved hands underneath the mud-smeared branch and hoisted it up from the trampled ground. He dragged the branch, almost measuring his own full height, over to a large pile of bracken and dumped it there. It was good to be outside again and doing something. Granted, it left him sweaty and his clothes stained and soggy, but he felt his muscles flex and it was a welcome sensation. And behind the thin veil of clouds that covered the sky, there was a suggestion of a pale blue.

The trees around him were finally waking up to greet the season properly, he thought. With all the rain and mist, somewhere along the way the natural rhythm of the ways of the woods had been disrupted. He supposed it was foolish to think that nature had thus cast itself off balance, but he stuck to his own reasoning, nonetheless.

“You look happy.”

He jerked at the remark; he did not have to spin around, he only had to raise his eyes. Arwen stood a few feet away from him, blending perfectly with the trees and the surrounding greenery. She was smiling.

“Lady.” He could not help the bow.

She lifted her skirts and stepped carefully out into the small clearing he had created. He saw now that she wore heavy boots and it contrasted oddly to the rest of her. She noted where his gaze fell and said, “You see I learn, Faramir. When I am to speak with you I must not fear the temper of your land.”

“Please,” he was steadily growing more used to being alone with her but still it made him very aware of his new place in Aragorn’s life, very self-conscious, “ let us go inside then.” He gestured in the general direction of the house.

“No, no!” She shot him almost a playful glance and more gracefully than he would have expected came to stand beside the pile of fallen branches and bracken that had been steadily growing since after breakfast. “This you burn?”

“Yea…” He peeled off his gloves and raked a hand through his hair. He must look a mess. “This will be carried off to the Midsummer bonfires. The recent rains tore down a lot.”

“But now you have high hopes for a fine summer?”

He inclined his head. “Yes, I admit I do. The winter was long and dreary.”

She opened her mouth to respond but then hesitated, and when she did speak, he suspected that she had chosen a new direction for their conversation. “You will be staying here, I gather? Most of the time?”

It seemed this particular subject never lent him any peace. “I will, my Lady.” He almost managed to swallow a sigh. “My allegiance to Gondor–”

But she held up a hand and he effectively fell silent. “Faramir, I care little about your allegiance to Gondor.” Her expression was hard to read; there was a sternness about her and yet the smile had not really left her eyes. “What I care about is my son’s and Aragorn’s wellbeing. And yours,” she added. “I seem to care for you more these days.” The spark of jest in her eyes was soon gone, however. “Gondor… well Gondor has always frightened me, believe it if you will.”

There was some rush of something in the air but it was of a kind he had never known before. He tried to focus on what Arwen had just said but he was quiet for a moment too long and so she continued, “Gondor was what lay a heavy weight upon Aragorn’s shoulders when he was still very young, Gondor is what will claim my son – has already claimed him in a way. Gondor was, and is, a world I will never understand.”

He considered this. “I think I see your point, my Lady.” He glanced down at the dirtied gloves he still held. “Ithilien I love well, but the rest of Gondor…” He raised his eyes to her face. “And Emyn Arnen…”

“You are bound to,” she finished simply for him. “Do you think I cannot see that? I am of an ancient race and we too live in the arms of nature.” Once again, some of that sternness flickered over her face, and Faramir saw now what a truly magnificent Queen she could have been had fate taken a different turn. “We are not so different, Faramir.”

This had never occurred to him before but when he pondered it, he saw reason in her words, though he had never thought to compare himself to an Elf before. A question wholly unforeseen left his lips, “What would you have me do, madam?” His voice held the slightest tinge of desperation. “I love Aragorn and I could love Eldarion also were I allowed, but I could never move back to Minas Tirith.”

Her unexpected laugh caught him unawares. “You should no nothing you have not yet consented to,” she smiled. Stepping over a few odd twigs and branches, she came to stand face to face with him. She was tall and so he need not look down to meet her gaze. “You should stay here, keep your house and provide a safe haven for Aragorn and my son, if you will have him too. Visit Minas Tirith when it suits you but do not run thither for that is not your place in the world.”

He shook his head. “You sound like my own heart. Is that wisdom?”

She tilted her head to the side and he was sure her silver-blue eyes caught that suggestion of fairer weather in the air. “It would be folly to do otherwise, I think,” she said. “This is a blessed place. By the grace of the Valar some ancient magic will be woven into the City’s walls with the planting of the saplings but you have pledged yourself to this land, I assume..?”

He nodded silently. It was Ithilien that had felt his fear in the War; here that he had led his Rangers on missions that seemed akin to hopeless; here he had bled, cried, sweated, laboured, suffered… hoped, laughed, made love, met with freedom. He still offered some blood, to renew the vow, their bond, twice a year. And he wondered if Arwen did not know of this also, somehow.

“Emyn Arnen will not curse you for spending some time away now and then,” she said softly.

There again was that rush of something new in the wind. Frowning, Faramir tried to name it but failed. He shook it off and met Arwen’s gentle eyes. “How can you tell?”

She reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze. “I get along tremendously well with this place.”

It took him a moment to catch the underlying seriousness in her remark. “You may come and go as you please, Lady.”

“Ha!” She actually snorted. “I am sure you would love to house me while Aragorn stays here as well.” She shook her head but a broad smile he had never seen on her before made her almost glow. “Oh no, I shall not trouble you so. But it is good to know. Thank you.”

He smiled. “You are very kind.”

“Indeed, I am,” she nodded and bent to pick up a slender branch. She dropped it on top of Faramir’s pile. “See, I even help.”

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90 Comment(s)

I am so ready for another of your stories. I am hooked already and can’t wait for more!

— Kelly    Monday 27 July 2009, 16:15    #

Thank you my dear! I’ll give you more in about a week.

— Geale    Tuesday 28 July 2009, 7:42    #

My what a disquieting beginning! Once again you set a different tone from your previous stories. :)

I have always been intrigued by the references to Faramir’s “far-sightedness”, but few authors delve into it.

— trixie    Wednesday 29 July 2009, 21:53    #

Wow this is very mysterious indeed. It is very exciting trying to fit these pieces together.

— Kelly    Monday 3 August 2009, 17:21    #

I’ve been away for a little while but I’m happy to see that both “disquieting” and “mysterious” are words being used ;) With my own far-sightedness I predict they might be used again!

— Geale    Tuesday 11 August 2009, 8:25    #

I had guests and was away for a while and am just catching up. You are certainly weaving this tale in an unhurried manner :) Do you think I have patience? I need to know what is going on with Aragorn. ;)

— trixie    Thursday 27 August 2009, 16:48    #

I second that! I am on the edge of my seat here. I have come up with so many scenarios in my head I am getting dizzy. I cant wait to find out if I’m even remotely close. Anxiously awating more as always.

— Kelly    Thursday 27 August 2009, 21:33    #

Oh, I’m sorry! I thought you both were patient! :P Unfortunately we shall go very slow… So please make yourselves comfortable and await some more… eh… waiting ;)

— Geale    Sunday 30 August 2009, 21:09    #

oooooooooooooooooooooh! I’m totally impatient and you are totally killing me. Ah sweet suspense. I may complain about the suspense but you know I really love it. This should prove very interesting I think.

— Kelly    Tuesday 8 September 2009, 22:21    #

The mystery continues to deepen. Quite serious about taking it slow, I see :)
Forgot to mention, I love the pictures you have used to illustrate. I like knowing what the author is visualizing. Are they truly yours? They are very nice!
Off to bed, though I doubt my dreams will be as interesting as Faramir’s ;)

— trixie    Thursday 10 September 2009, 1:05    #

Slow is the new quick I hear ;) Yes, I shall torment you further by not posting yet. The boys are being a bit obstinate at the moment so I will need some time to sort a couple of things out.
Yes, the pictures are all mine! I’m glad you like them. Any interesting dreams, Trixie? :)

— Geale    Sunday 20 September 2009, 13:19    #

oooooooh now this is getting sticky! You are torturing us well my dear. I like it!

— Kelly    Monday 21 September 2009, 19:08    #

Ah, armchairs! And rain, which seems to factor into many of their encounters. And Aragorn wants to spend more time together, even if he continues to be mysterious about the reasons for his visit :)
Alas, any interesting dreams I may have are stuck inside my own head :) I totally lack your gift for transferring what I imagine into words.

— trixie    Monday 21 September 2009, 21:55    #

Stickier by the minute! —washes hands—
I’m afraid Aragorn, and his intentions (whatever they are – does he even have any?) shall remain shrouded in mystery for a while yet. Apparently revelation just isn’t his thing. And we shall see about ‘spending more time together’… Perhaps he is lying? Ah, well, enough with the speculations – what do I know?

— Geale    Friday 25 September 2009, 9:08    #

Ah, a chapter sprinkled with tidbits that rouse more curiosity than they satisfy :) So the mist comes from the North, and Aragorn has things to settle in Rivendell? And they speak of journeying north to Rivendell. Hmm.

Ai! What ever is the question burning in Faramir’s mind that he forbids himself to ask? And what is up with that ring!?

Finally, I am so enjoying the exploration of their, um, Numenorean quirks ;)

— trixie    Sunday 11 October 2009, 15:03    #

Yes, who would have expected a chapter with such diversity? Weather and geography issues, an interest in interrogation – and not to mention a ring that behaves very oddly indeed. Reminds me of another one… Oh well.

Their “Numenorean quirks”? :) Haha! Better Numenorean than Mordor…ean, as I have always said!

— Geale    Wednesday 21 October 2009, 22:02    #

And here I am sitting in silence and once again rereading your works. I had no patience any more and have read this not ended story at last. I think why do you write your story so beautiful, sensual and so slow!!! Sorry!
Do you know, Geale, that you are the great author? I love those wise and adult relationships you write about, and if I write my own story one day, it will be like yours!

— Anastasiya    Thursday 5 November 2009, 19:47    #

Haha, slow is the new quick, I’ve heard! ;) Thank you very much, Anastasiya. I’ll treasure your praise – and I think you’ve earned a new chapter. It’s on its way!

— Geale    Monday 9 November 2009, 10:33    #

Tease Tease Tease! You know how truly impatient I am and you insist of taunting me and making me wait. I wish I could say I was angry but you always entertain me so I just cant be. I am just a puppet anxiously awaiting more. As always it was totally wonderful and I shall (oh so impatiently) wait for more.

— Kelly    Monday 9 November 2009, 21:58    #

Such a clever author! Finds a way to give us (and Faramir) a little satisfaction while still sloowly developing the relationship ;)
This story is so shrouded in mystery that Mist is indeed the perfect title.
Hope you had a lovely holiday!

— trixie    Tuesday 10 November 2009, 22:21    #

I did, thank you! It was actually quite inspiring and plot bunnies were all over the place.
Yes, we’re still doing slow! But I thought that the dream would at least satisfy you a little. Ah, the kindness of this writer is unmatched! ;)

— Geale    Sunday 15 November 2009, 19:59    #

Aargh! What are you doing?! Tricksy, devious author! ;) (Who, I’m coming to believe, enjoys tormenting readers.)

— trixie    Wednesday 25 November 2009, 19:07    #

No doudts, you, Geale, truly love to torment your readers! I have already begun to believe that you would give us pleasure for a while and show anything definite, but now I see only MIST again. I do not know what to think. Was that kiss true or not..? What does Aragorn want..? Is Faramir in his right mind..?
I know, it is all your Aragorn/Legolas readers who are guilty that you do it with us! :)))

— Anastasiya    Thursday 26 November 2009, 3:16    #

Well read, Anastasiya! Points to you for putting forth the pertinent question: what is real and what is not? Unfortunately, I don’t feel like giving an answer. But I assure you, the A/L people have nothing to do with this ;)

Trixie, Trixie… How can I please you? That’s only a rhetorical question, though, for as it is, I’m having way too much fun tormenting you. I’ll have you know I take great pride in being both tricksy and devious ;)

— Geale    Friday 27 November 2009, 14:53    #

I was so excited to discover another story of yours here. I love your characterizations of both Faramir and Aragorn (who manages to both kingly and ranger-like). I especially like the illustrations for this story. The first one, with the mist in the woods, complemented the tone of that chapter perfectly.

— Mira Took    Friday 27 November 2009, 20:52    #

Ms. Took, welcome to ‘Mist’! I’m delighted to hear that you like this version of the boys even though I think Aragorn is a bit more quiet and troubled this time around. Turns out I love using photos to illustrate, so my camera and I are constantly looking for new sceneries. Thank you!

— Geale    Monday 30 November 2009, 9:12    #

Re: Chapter Ten

Wow.

— Mira Took    Monday 4 January 2010, 21:59    #

Of course I’m waiting to discover that didn’t really happen either ;) Aragorn’s fear and despair came as a surprise. He had seemed so enigmatic until now,

Amazing picture for this chapter!

— trixe    Tuesday 5 January 2010, 16:52    #

We shall see, we shall see :) Aragorn has a few inner demons to deal with, but I’m sure you can be enigmatic and, eh, depressed at the same time. No?

Mira Took, that was dort of what I was aiming for – thank you!

— Geale    Tuesday 5 January 2010, 18:04    #

Oh, you are cruel, Geale, cruel with readers of your stories!
It’s simply impossible to read such short chapters and then wait for the next one for so long time!
Have pity!

— Anastasiya    Wednesday 10 February 2010, 11:43    #

Haha, I know! That’s part of why I’m having so much fun ;)
Okay, to tell you the truth, I’ve had a lot to do lately and I didn’t want to update until I had a few more chapters done. I like being ahead of myself, so to speak. However, I’ve now finished my A/L WiP and should have more time over for this story. I will have some pity and post more often. Deal? :)

Geale    Wednesday 10 February 2010, 12:06    #

I do not know why but I beleive in you! :))

— Anastasiya    Wednesday 10 February 2010, 13:28    #

You know how I love you but you have me teetering on the edge here! Well done!

— Kelly    Monday 15 February 2010, 18:16    #

tsk tsk… Anastasiya, always trust the author…
Kelly my dear, teeter away! There shall be more chapters – another day. (I’m all about rhyming today)

Geale    Wednesday 17 February 2010, 18:41    #

Alright. Now I can tell you my dear you are truly truly evil!!!!! To finally give me what I want and then not only stop in the middle but close it off??!!! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again TEASE!!
But you know I love it and I will be back for more. What that says about me I have no idea. Ha ha. I think I should pack a luch because it looks like I will be sitting on this cliff for a long while.

— Kelly    Thursday 25 February 2010, 19:27    #

Poor conflicted Aragorn. And, of course, poor, poor Faramir!

Since I needed to catch up, I went back and read from the beginning. First, the words and descriptions weave such a spell. It is like being transported to another world.

Second, with all of the twists and turns and hints, I am not even going to attempt to speculate what will happen. I am just going to let it unfold :)

— trixie    Monday 1 March 2010, 15:04    #

Kelly, I’m thinking I obviously haven’t made my evil streak clear enough if it has taken you up until now to fully realise I have one! :) So, now, with chapter 14 I shall try harder… I hope you’re having a good time on the cliff. Do you think you might need dinner as well? —cooks—

Trixie, that is precisely the feeling I want to convey so you shall have a gold star! And lots of cookies. I’m not saying that what happens – or does not happen as it may be – in the story isn’t (or is, as it also may be) real but I did want to create a sort of dreamy reality. As for the future: time will tell…

Geale    Wednesday 10 March 2010, 12:17    #

Dinner sounds lovely my dear! However, the only nibbling I’d like to be doing is on Faramir himself. If Aragorn can’t get it to together in time, I will be happy to take care of our Faramir’s needs. After this story your evilness is not only apparent but appreciated. As always, well done my dear.

— Kelly    Tuesday 16 March 2010, 0:03    #

Alas! You might be too late – someone else is nibbling as we speak!

Geale    Monday 22 March 2010, 17:43    #

Geale, sorry I haven’t commented til now. I find this story breathtaking in its quiet allure, yet heartbreakingly so. I try to avoid it, yet I know I cannot – like touching one’s tongue to the hole where a tooth was. The salty pain is so familiar in its ache that it almost comforts. And in feeling the pain, one notices the slow healing of soft skin. As much as I love the sex and happy endings of usual fare, I admire you for having both the inclination and the patience to explore the quiet and unknown and painful without easy respite — and the ability to make it beautiful enough that others will follow you against their own natures, and, in so doing, come to understand. Even in its unreality, Mist is far more real than most things we read. Beautiful.

— Vanwa Hravani    Tuesday 23 March 2010, 10:28    #

Oh, my dear, I think your comment expresses the, hitherto – by me – unspoken reason for why I wanted to write this story. And, also, the inspiration that fuels the process. I realise this is a story that some people might find difficult to attune to, or even understand, but I’m writing this so much for my own sake that I find I do not care very much if some readers leave it. Instead, I cherish the ones that can share it with me. Your insight means the world to me. I hope that you are well and that there is lots and lots of love in your life. Many blessings.

Geale    Tuesday 23 March 2010, 13:00    #

Boy I cant wait to overhear or rather overread (ha) this conversation. Well Aragorn if you are going to snooze you are going to lose. That man is far to appealing to be left alone. I’d like a little Faramir snack myself. hee hee You are a tease and truly evil. I hope not to teeter on the edge for long. Take pity on your loyal subjects and give us more soon. hint hint

— Kelly    Wednesday 24 March 2010, 19:09    #

Ah, Aragorn, what torments you so? Clearly something not easily conquered :(

At least we have Faramir’s tantalizing dreams since reality isn’t cooperating.

— trixie    Monday 29 March 2010, 16:27    #

Pity, torments and evil… It can only get better, right? There will be some talking soon, I promise. New chapter on its way!

Geale    Tuesday 6 April 2010, 16:30    #

Ohhhhhhhhhhh you are killing me now! I feel like a mouse trying to get cheese off of a trap! Just when I think I’m getting what I want, SNAP! Denied again! Tease! However, you know I will be anxiously awaint more. I am totally wrapped up in this story and need to see the outcome.

— Kelly    Monday 12 April 2010, 22:25    #

um sorry, in my frenzied typing I had a mistype. That should read anxiously awaiting more. You see what you do to me? ha ha

— Kelly    Monday 12 April 2010, 22:28    #

I hope with my whole heart that all that happens now with Faramir would become real in future. Or it’s simply impossible!!! He would go mad!

— Anastassiya    Tuesday 13 April 2010, 4:17    #

Kelly, —squeezes eyes shut— No I don’t see anything! ;) But we ARE drawing closer to what you want… I think. Maybe. Thanks for sticking by me despite the frustration.

Anastasiya, He’s not going mad! It wouldn’t be any fun. But I see your point. However, I couldn’t just leave the mysteriousness out of it ;)

Geale    Friday 16 April 2010, 13:25    #

Ha ha ha. Ah you know you have me right where you want me. Thats the mark of a wonderful author, keep us wanting for more. I’m a faramir fiction addict and need my stories.

— Kelly    Tuesday 20 April 2010, 16:20    #

Damrod needs to take a hint! Although he might even know best at this point. Those two certainly need help making up their minds.

— Kelly    Wednesday 21 April 2010, 23:46    #

I think Damrod is looking at this from a realist perspective but he will be given time to expand on his opinions – we are not nearly done yet! I’ve currently finished ch25 and we still have a long way to go. Also, last night I wrote the ending so now I just have to fill in the rest…

Geale    Monday 26 April 2010, 22:23    #

25! Wow you do intend to torture me for some time to come don’t you? Since we are only on 18 not that is alot of toture remaining for me. Well if I’m going to be tortured, let it be by my favorite addiction, my Faramir fanfics. Count me in! I’m on board for the long haul.

— Kelly    Tuesday 27 April 2010, 21:54    #

Incredible!
Sometimes I think that you are simply impossible with your delaying and I have no wish and patience to read this story further. But as only you post here new chapter I suddenly understand how deeply I was wrong to think so.
Actually I love this story very much, all your stories, and I like these two shy men with all their fears and doubts. And more I like the thought that they would find their comfort in arms of one another.
Thank you!

— Anastassiya    Friday 30 April 2010, 15:57    #

What is going on with that darn ring? (Never trust jewelry in Middle Earth!) Does Damrod know something we don’t? And what is Aragorn dreaming about? I thought dreams were Faramir’s territory :) Why does this story produce such a feeling of disquiet in me? Quite an atmosphere you have created here! ;)

— trixie    Wednesday 5 May 2010, 5:36    #

Anastasiya, Thank you! I’m delighted to hear that you are still on board despite the slow going! This (ch 19) was obviously a key chapter because now Faramir knows why Aragorn is so scared of being with another man. So, things can only get better, right? Right. I’m not going to pick up the pace any time soon, however… So, settle down and breathe :)

Trixie, so many questions, so few answers! But, yes, the boys are both dreaming – and while it may be uncomfortable for Faramir, Aragorn is basically terrified. I think he’s mentioned the dreams before and what they consist of – go back and check. That at the very least shouldn’t be much of a mystery :)

Geale    Wednesday 5 May 2010, 8:10    #

Thank you my dear! You are officially forgiven(at least for now anyway hee hee). These last two chapters have given me some hope to hold me over for better things to come (I hope). You must surely know what a compliment it is to you that we continually come back for more despite the pace. I am hopeless. I cant wait to see the outcome of this story.

— Kelly    Monday 10 May 2010, 21:34    #

I feel like a student again, being told to reread an assignment. I truly only remember Aragorn mentioning his dreams in the vaguest of terms. and I got good marks in reading comprehension . . . truly :) I shall go back and check as soon as real life decides to allow me enough time ;).

This chapter continues the mood. Even though much progress seems to have been made, I continue to have a feeling of unease.

— trixie    Wednesday 12 May 2010, 20:00    #

Sorry, sorry for the delayed response (I’m sure you’ve been suffering ;))

Haha, Kelly, I knew you would like these latest developments! The outpouring of generosity from this author is never-ending!

Trixie, you could be right. I’m a bit ahead myself, working on future chapters so it’s entirely possible that Aragorn hasn’t yet said that much of importance, so to speak. But fear not – my aim is that all shall be dealt with as is appropriate ;) What you say about the mood is very interesting because I don’t consciously choose to write the story in this way… I think the mood is creating itself by now.

Thank you so much, both of you, for lovely support!

Geale    Sunday 23 May 2010, 10:05    #

Awwwww I have the warm and fuzzies. Although I have this sinking feeling you are going to pull the rug out from under me very soon.

— Kelly    Tuesday 25 May 2010, 16:50    #

I don’t think I have ever read Aragorn portrayed as so inexperienced and unsure. It fits perfectly with the attitude of society in this tale. however. So different from when such love is celebrated or at least accepted.

— trixie    Sunday 6 June 2010, 6:02    #

Kelly, not VERY soon… —innocent smile—

Trixie, for some reason I like to explore the boys’ weaknesses; there’s something about Aragorn that compels me to look beyond that apparent strength. I’m just sorry (no, not really) that it’s Faramir who has to deal with it ;)

Geale    Monday 7 June 2010, 11:01    #

I was pleased to notice your famous awkwardly-positioned-chair-problem in chapter 22 among all the other, darker problems that have been surrounding Faramir and Aragorn. Please take it as a compliment when I say that reading a story this long and this suspenseful is driving me to read cheerier fics right afterward (fortunately, you are posting some of those as well!). Like everyone, I’m looking forward to more Mist …

— Mira Took    Tuesday 8 June 2010, 5:48    #

Yes the chair issue comes again. I rather enjoy it though I must say. I am enjoying this change in Aragorn as well. He has more resolve than I have. I would have let Faramir have his way with me long long long ago. As always ,looking very much forward to more.

— Kelly    Tuesday 8 June 2010, 15:31    #

I have already vowed that my next chaptered story shall be chair free! It’ll take place entirely on horseback… or in a tent (a very small one in which there is no room for chairs). Chairs, ladies, are a nuisance.

On a more harmonious note, I’m glad you’re still enjoying the story, though gloomy it can be. I know updates have been scarce of late but I’m trying to decide in which direction the story is moving and how to proceed. I’m actually aiming for weekly updates but we’ll see what happens. Thank you so much for bearing with me.

Kelly, poor Faramir would not have a moment’s peace in your arms! ;)

Geale    Monday 21 June 2010, 22:29    #

Oh a tent, please (unless they’re sharing the horse … ;)

I really enjoyed this latest installment — it shed some light on the situation and then immediately gave us a new problem to worry about!

— Mira Took    Friday 25 June 2010, 6:46    #

Tents have been taken into consideration.

“…and then immediately gave us a new problem to worry about!”

You can always count on me! ;)

Geale    Saturday 26 June 2010, 15:44    #

Ha ha. You are so right I am so possessive of him. This last chapter had me feeling the same way. I was ready to kick poor Aragorn out of bed and take care of his needs myself! Alas I can’t, but a girl can dream. Tents or horseback? Any of the above sounds good to me but as long you take pity on me and it DOES HAPPEN at some point somewhere, I’m so in. Awaiting impatiently as always…..

— Kelly    Monday 28 June 2010, 18:18    #

What has poor Aragorn ever done to you?! Except for not throwing himself naked on top of (an equally naked) Faramir and shoving a ring on his finger at the same time? :)

I have decided on tents, btw, but the pairing has changed, and we shall see none of it until this story has come to an end. I’m now on chapter 31 and things are coming together rather nicely, I dare say.

Geale    Friday 2 July 2010, 22:33    #

Ha ha exactly! Alas he gets to take what I feel is my rightful place. I love Aragorn dearly but I am so jealous of him all the same. Ah a different pairing then? Well I see the rug is coming out from under me as I speak. Well I was expecting that so I am ready. Lead on and I will follow.

— Kelly    Tuesday 6 July 2010, 16:54    #

The only good thing about an insanely busy real life is that I get to enjoy several chapters at once :)
Just when I was letting my guard down about the dreams, you sneak one in on me ;) I’m starting to have some thoughts about those, and am most anxious to see what it all means.

— trixie    Saturday 10 July 2010, 5:00    #

Back from holiday and a new chapter is on it way! I’m so glad you’re still with me despite the weirdness, rug-withdrawal, dreams and everything else. Thank you!

Geale    Sunday 18 July 2010, 15:01    #

Real life took me away from all internet connections for a week and so I was delighted to come back and find more “Mist.” This chapter was definitely one worth waiting for!

— Mira Took    Monday 19 July 2010, 7:45    #

oohhhh now this is interesting indeed. Still hanging out on the cliff and ready for more.

— Kelly    Monday 19 July 2010, 18:18    #

Ah, lovely. No matter what else is in store, this was so sweet :)

— trixie    Thursday 22 July 2010, 5:46    #

Ah, I’m pleased you liked it! Now, after this happy moment, can I torture them some more?

Geale    Saturday 24 July 2010, 20:52    #

Oh, wow! If that is your idea of torture, please sign me up! :)

Beautiful writing, lovely pacing, and naughty tease with the chapter name! Worth waiting 28 chapters and endless months for. ;)

— trixie    Wednesday 28 July 2010, 11:48    #

You’re on the list!

Endless months… You know, the prologue was posted on July 27th last year. 12 months later – sex! :D

Geale    Sunday 1 August 2010, 18:45    #

Alas I finally feel myself coming back from the ledge! However, I also feel a dread that I am about to be teetering again soon. Wonderously evil you are! You never let me (or the boys) feel secure for long. These last few chapters have more than made up for your evilness.

— Kelly    Monday 2 August 2010, 16:17    #

Happy to hear it! :) My guess is that you can sort of rein in the teetering tendencies since we’re heading towards the end… At some point, even I know when to stop torturing my readers – maybe ;)

Geale    Wednesday 18 August 2010, 8:42    #

It is so nice to come back from holiday to an update on the dear boys :)

At least you didn’t make them wait a year for the sex; only your poor tormented readers ;)

I’m sure Damrod means well, but he certainly manages to cast a pall over the romance :p Hopefully you will overrule his negativity and find them a happy ending.

— trixie    Monday 23 August 2010, 0:49    #

An ending near you say? Alas, I am not sure if I should believe you or not. Just to be on the safe side, I shall remain on the floor with the rug already out from under me. I find it is my permanent home in this story.

— Kelly    Wednesday 25 August 2010, 1:04    #

Ah, dear Damrod! He only presented his view, and I ask you: what is wrong with that?

Kelly, at least use that rug as a pillow if you are going to stay down there…

Geale    Wednesday 25 August 2010, 21:21    #

What’s wrong? Why, he made Faramir cry >:(

— trixie    Saturday 28 August 2010, 16:32    #

Bad, bad Damrod…

Geale    Thursday 2 September 2010, 20:49    #

They’re certainly making up for lost time are they not:)

Love the relationship between Faramir and Arwen! But then I’ve always imagined them getting on quite well.

— trixie    Monday 6 September 2010, 16:52    #

I’m glad to see the situation with Damrod resolve … but not too quickly or easily. And I think this was one of the sweetest love scenes: kings have more clothes, ha! Great picture, by the way.

— Mira Took    Tuesday 14 September 2010, 8:53    #

Trixie, maybe… but they spent something like 25 chapters being apart ;)

Mira Took, thank you! Well, Damrod has good reasons for not being overjoyed. He knows what he is talking about… And I’m sure there’s enough clothes to go around!

Geale    Thursday 16 September 2010, 11:25    #

I love the way you wrote Arwen, to be so regal but free-spirited.
And I love the way you wrote the woods, the way they talked to Faramir and took care of him, and even sometimes attacked people who might have the possibility of hurting him in some way. The giggling trees/wind were awesome.

— Anna    Friday 8 October 2010, 20:02    #

I am in love with this story ! (and, finally with all your A/F zines!) It’s so lovely to see the interaction between the two lovers, so touchingly writen. Please, please, gifted us with another (long….) story about A/F relationship.
Millions thanks GEALE.
MF

— Sophie    Saturday 9 October 2010, 10:02    #

Anna, thank you so much! I’m glad you like my Arwen and the trees! I admit to being a tad worried that nobody would ‘get’ the story but apparently I was wrong. Here Faramir’s fate has somehow blended with Ithilien’s over the years and I thought this type of communication between man and land helped to illustrate that.

Sophie, I’m delighted to hear you like my writing! As for other stories, I have tons of ideas but I’m taking a small break now to sort them through and find a place to begin. I’m appealing to your patience!
Thank you ever so much!

Geale    Monday 11 October 2010, 20:46    #

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