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Scars (R)

08 October 2005 | 9762 words

Part Seven: Agreements

Imrahil watched Aragorn walk towards him, making no move to get up or avoid his King. He had let Faramir go to his lover, and now the lover was coming to break it off between Imrahil and his nephew. He had known this would happen, but it did not make it any less pleasant.

The two men stared at each other before Imrahil stood and took a step towards the doorway to the garden. “I do not believe this is the place to have this particular conversation. The garden perhaps?”

Aragorn nodded, and the two left the foyer where servants continued on with their chores.

“You want me to leave him; I accept that. I only hope that you do not hold against me what I have done, Aragorn. It truly was for the best, I believe.” Imrahil said the words softly, wondering at the pain in his heart. Despite knowing the actions eventual conclusion he found he still wasn’t prepared to give up his nephew.

“Faramir...Imrahil, Faramir has endured enough in his life. I will not make him choose and force him through more grief. He wants you to stay.”

Imrahil nodded. “But do you? If you resent my presence he will percieve it.” He smiled for a moment. “It runs in the family, I fear.”

“When I first considered taking Faramir as my lover, I must admit having you in bed with us was not something that came to mind. But now...if it is what Faramir needs, then I will put aside my own needs for his.”

“No.” Imrahil said, halting his walk on the grass. “That is not good enough. I will not stay in a relationship that belongs to other people. Faramir may want it, but I have too much respect for myself to do that.”

Aragorn bristled at the idea of Imrahil leaving Faramir in such a vulnerable state. “I had not realised that you cared more for yourself than for your nephew.”

“I don’t.” Imrahil growled. “But neither will I pretend to be his mistress and hide in the closet while you and he make love.”

Aragorn turned away, before sighing and facing Imrahil again. “This gets us no closer to a solution then before we came here. I cannot have a relationship with him when his thoughts might drift to you.”

“And I will not be his dirty secret to come to when you are unavailable. I will not be his ‘second choice’.”

The two men stared at each other before Imrahil quirked a smile.

“What amuses you, Imrahil?” Aragorn asked.

“We are bickering over a man who three weeks ago could not bear the touch of another. And now we fight over who may possess him in bed. If only we could both...” Imrahil trailed off, a thoughtful look on his face. “Humour me a moment.”

Tentatively, Imrahil moved towards his King and cupped the man’s face in his hand. “Perhaps,” he said softly, “we could love Faramir together?”

Aragorn stared at the Prince of Dol Amroth, the action astounding him more than the underlying proposal. Together, could they do such a thing? But what was stopping them anyway, it was hardly as if there were rules of love written down somewhere. The King nodded uncertainly, then with greater emphasis the longer he thought about such an idea.

“I would be honoured to have you as a lover, Imrahil. Would you accept me as such?” Aragorn asked, needing to have the words spoken out loud. Misunderstandings could not take place with such tenuous circumstances existing.

Imrahil smiled before throwing his head back and laughing. “I would hardly call bedding you a hardship Aragorn; and I am sure Faramir would agree with me. Something tells me we will have a very good future together. The three of us.”

Aragorn smiled, and pressed their foreheads together. “Yes, the three of us. I like the sound of that.”

Faramir gaped at Aragorn and sat down heavily on the bed. “You want to what?” He asked incredulously looking first at his King and then at his uncle who sat beside him. “Both of you have agreed to this? Are you certain?”

Imrahil smiled at Faramir, resting his hand upon his nephew’s shoulder, carefully squeezing before tugging him into a one armed hug. “Yes, Aragorn and I have discussed this between us. The question is, Faramir, would you agree to this as well? It requires, well, a certain amount of compromise.”

“I did not expect...this.” Faramir said, staring at Aragorn while holding tightly to his uncle’s hand. “I am not sure what I was expecting at all, to be quite honest. I want to be with Aragorn, Imrahil. And...” Faramir leaned over kissed Imrahil behind the ear. “I suppose I am being greedy, refusing to give you up? I never meant to force you into this scenario.”

Aragorn smiled and sat on the other side of his steward. “You did not force him, either of us. We are both adults Faramir, and we have made our choices. We have chosen you. The question is do you accept those choices?”

Faramir smiled and kissed Aragorn soundly on the mouth before turning to Imrahil and pushing his Uncle back on the bed. “Shall I show you my answer?”

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