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Refuge (R)

Written by Iris

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

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VII

‘I cannot refuse him.’ The all knew it the moment those words left Faramir’s lips, startled and confused. It was Elladan to speak first. “This isn’t Estel’s lover!,” he cackled with obvious relief through a fit of giggles, “It’s his catamite!”

“He forces himself on you?” Elrohir asked, not quite believing the foster brother he knew would be capable of such a thing.

Faramir blinked a few times, struggling to keep up with yet another sudden shift. “Well, no — he’s my king — I’m his in whatever way he sees fit,” Faramir answered.

“But you rather he didn’t?”

Faramir was clearly struggling to find the right words, and finally came up with, “Obviously I’m honoured my king has chosen to, er, use me in this way; I’m proud I can serve him, er…”

“Quite”, Elrohir said sceptically, raising an eyebrow.

“Well-,” Legolas interjected, “Whether or not the boy is a willing receptacle of Estel’s pleasures – it hardly matters for our purposes. He’s clearly in no position to say no.”

Elrohir nodded, catching on to this complication in their plans immediately. “So how do we solve Arwen’s problem?”

“I say we kill him and say the orcs got him,” Elladan said coldly, swinging his sword back up. “Or we leave him here, as he is,” he added, plucking at the carefully tied bonds, “and then the orcs will get him. Nobody’ll miss him.”

“He will be missed,” Elrohir contradicted his brother. “He’s the Steward of Gondor after all. If nothing else, I don’t want Arwen complaining in a couple of weeks time that now she never sees Estel any more because he’s constantly buried in paperwork.”

“Right, then we’ll cut him up,” Elladan slashed his sword through the air, dangerously close to Faramir’s face, miming his intend. “If we disfigure him, he can still do his paperwork, but Estel won’t want to touch him.”

“I doubt that,” Legolas snorted. “It’s hardly as though Estel wants him for his pretty face.”

“Then what do you propose?” Elladan snapped back.

To be continued…

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