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Tales from Gondor (R)

Written by Minx

23 September 2012 | 36179 words

Title: Leaving
Characters: Aragorn/Faramir
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: None of them are mine:(
Warnings: None
Author’s Notes: Much thanks to Iris for reading through and handholding.

Summary: Aragorn is leaving for a battle, while Faramir has to stay behind.
This was written for the ‘Parting’ prompt of the 25fluffyfics LJ community

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“Take me with you,” Faramir begged.

“I cannot,” Aragorn said gently but firmly.

“As Steward it is my duty to protect you. How can I do that if I stay behind here while you are in the south fighting our enemies,” Faramir said, in a tired, wavering voice. His gaze fell upon the western sky outside, oranges and reds mingling as the sun set behind the mountains, and he found himself shivering slightly.

He felt Aragorn’s arms warp around him, and leaned back involuntarily. Aragorn turned him around gently so that they faced each other. He sighed as the hold tightened imperceptibly, pulling him that much closer. He let his head fall against Aragorn’s shoulder, resting his hands loosely around Aragorn’s chest and stood still, listening to Aragorn’s steady heartbeat. He felt the cool touch of the familiar fingers on his face, brushing the contours gently, pushing away wayward hair, tracing slowly down his throat, before rising back to cup the back of his head.

“I would take me with you if I could,” Aragorn whispered, rubbing his other hand gently over Faramir’s back, “I would have you by my side always but I cannot this time. I need you to stay here and look after our people. As Steward you must rule in my stead until I return. You know that, do you not?”

“I do,” Faramir replied softly, “But I’ll miss you.”

“As will I,” Aragorn replied.

They stood together wrapped in each other’s arms.

“This shall be our last night together for some weeks,” Aragorn said quietly after a while.

Faramir touched Aragorn’s throat, running his fingers over it gently, “Yes.”

He slipped his fingers into Aragorn’s robes, until he could feel the cool, firm flesh underneath, and the steady beating in his ears speeded up just a little as he ran his hand over the outlines of the ribs, down the planes of Aragorn’s stomach.

“I shall miss you,” he repeated, trying not to let the immense sadness he felt come up in his voice. His eyes fell upon the vast bed, and he gulped softly at the thought of countless nights ahead, lying there alone, wondering how Aragorn fared in the battle. He couldn’t keep from emitting a soft shuddering gasp and barely managed to keep the tears from coming. He mustn’t cry, not when Aragorn was to leave the next day. Aragorn gave him a worried look.

He could not have Aragorn leave upset and worried.

He kissed him on his lips, and moaned in silent approval as Aragorn soon took over, gently at first and then with a fierceness he welcomed eagerly. He felt the warmth course through him, as and the hardness nudging against his hips, his own body hardening in response, his trousers suddenly feeling very tight. He wished he’d changed into more comfortable robes as Aragorn had and then forgot all about clothes as Aragorn released his bruised lips and moved down his throat, kissing and licking him rapidly, and rapidly undoing his tunic, over his chest and abdomen, until Aragorn was kneeling, his arms wrapped around Faramir’s hips.

He whimpered softly as his trousers were pushed down his hips and a wet tongue snaked into his navel. Aragorn glanced up at him briefly, lovingly.

He nodded and Aragorn rose and half-lifted half nudged him onto the bed, and then slipped off his robes. Faramir moaned softly as he took in Aragorn’s arousal his own hardness feeling all the more constricting. Aragorn then helped Faramir undo his pants and slip them off rapidly along with his tunic. Faramir gasped in relief and pulled Aragorn closer, not wanting to use up any more of the precious few hours they had left together. All he wanted was for Aragorn to touch him, be near him and make love to him in all the few hours they had left.

Faramir watched the pale markings of dawn litter the sky outside the eastern window and finally stirred reluctantly out of Aragorn’s embrace. Aragorn had made love to him intensely yet gently, and then had gathered him in his arms and held him in his arms all night, letting Faramir snuggle up against his chest.

They had not slept, yet neither felt very tired as they rose and readied themselves, and then hugged each other tightly before leaving the room.

“You mustn’t worry. I love you greatly,” Aragorn said kissing Faramir on his forehead, “And I desire much to return to you as soon as I may. It is merely months. They will fly, you’ll see and I’ll return to you.”

“I know,” Faramir whispered softly.

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