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Refuge (R)

08 March 2014 | 2456 words | Work in Progress

Title: Refuge
Author: Iris
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Faramir
Warnings: dubious content
This story is made up of a series of short fragments,which I'll post one at a time <del>in a shameless ploy to buy myself a little more time</del> for dramatic effect;).

Originally posted to celebrate the birthday of fabulously fantastic Minx, founder of this archive. Happy birthday darling!
Added: Part 7

IV

When he woke he felt the throbbing pain in his shoulder before anything else. Only when he tried to shake out the shoulder muscle, he realised he had been tied to a tree, with his arms pulled backwards at an angle that put constant strain on his shoulders, as well as on the coarse rope that dug into the skin around his wrists.

As his vision cleared, he looked around but saw no one, nor sign of struggle. They — orcs, perhaps, or maybe men from the south? — must have taken the princes! They must have sensed he was of no value to them or anyone, so of course they had left him here, tied to a tree. Possibly his task was to relay the events to the court of Gondor, if he was ever found or managed to free himself. He looked down at his bound body, half expecting to see a ransom note tucked into his belt or pinned to his jerkin.

An all too familiar feeling of dread started to overtake him as he imagined having to inform the King of the fate of both his foster brothers and Prince Legolas, and his own failure to protect them. So often before had he come before the throne in that great hall as the bearer of bad news, and it never bode well for him.
Often before he had been blamed and punished for adversities that had been beyond his control. But that would not be the case this time. How could he have been so careless, so stupid? He had let the beauty of the day, the boundless optimism that seemed all round, lull him into a false sense of security. How quickly he had forgotten his Ranger skills! All those months spent first in bed and then at a desk had not only made him go soft around the middle, but apparently also in the head!

The king would be right to blame him for what had happened – Lords Elladan and Elrohir and Prince Legolas had come to him to act as their guide, whatever happened to them was his fault. Oh, and how selfish he was for worrying about the consequences to himself rather than what might be happening to the King’s friends. Gods, he did hope they would not be harmed by their kidnappers! Faramir did not know them very well at all —before today they had not said as much as two words to him— but as much as all three appeared fierce warriors on the outside, Faramir had read enough about elves to know that they could also be very delicate, fragile creatures.

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