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Tales from Gondor (R)

Written by Minx

23 September 2012 | 36179 words

Title: The Garden
Pairing: Aragorn/Faramir
Summary: Aragorn and Faramir and quiet morning together

A/N: For the ‘flowers’ prompt on the 25fluffyfics community

Much thanks to Iris for her help!

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Aragorn looked beautiful in the mornings, Faramir thought. Well, he always looked beautiful but in the mornings fresh from a night’s rest, his face free of the cares and worries of the day, in the brightening sunlight, he looked calm… and happy. And on mornings such as this one, when Aragorn would decide to abandon their plans to go through paperwork in his private gardens in favour of making love to Faramir in his private gardens, he looked even lovelier. Although he decided that could be because of Aragorn’s happiness at having managed to get out of doing the paperwork. It was a good thing it was not needed for today’s council meeting, Faramir thought as he smiled at Aragorn who continued to rest half on top of him.

A small violet flower floated down from the tree above and landed on his bare stomach. Faramir smiled. And found himself dwelling on how they’d ended up here.

He’d been entranced by the sight of the flowering tree that Legolas had planted there. The profusion of violet flowers on pale branches had caught his attention, as had the carpet of fallen flowers around it. It was planted at a corner of the garden by the walls of the garden.

“It’s beautiful,” he’d exclaimed.

“It grew in Rivendell too,” Aragorn had said, “They use it to make a blue coloured dye.”

He had put down the papers and walked up to the tree, and looked up at the blossoms.

“Even their fragrance is nice,” he exclaimed. It was light but striking, and he realised suddenly that it was a fragrance he’d sensed often in some of Aragorn’s clothes…his blue tunic for one. The thought of that caused a slight stirring in his groin and he felt himself redden slightly.

A slight breeze had caused the slender branches to wave, and let loose a more flowers onto the Steward’s upturned face. He’d laughed happily as the soft petals had brushed his face and neck, one even nestling at the base of his throat caught under his tunic.

He felt Aragorn’s fingers thread through his gently and looked up at him smiling, as the king expertly extricated the small blossoms stuck in his hair, and then brushed over his face and picked out the one stuck under his tunic. He’ d had to undo the bindings at the top of Faramir’s tunic to do that, and as the fingers brushed over his throat and grazed down the top of his chest, and Aragorn’s lips bent towards his, Faramir sighed happily. It was still morning and they had a whole day of councils before them where they would sit mere inches away from each other and be content merely with a few touches. He felt much the same way almost each morning.

He let himself be nudged down onto the violet carpet. They undid their tunics rapidly, not bothering to remove them completely. He nudged his hips up to help Aragorn pull his trousers down to his thighs and helped Aragorn do the same. He almost purred as Aragorn moved on top of him and kissed him. He felt the king’s hardness rub against his and moaned.

Around them the flowers had continued to swirl downwards sporadically.

They had not lasted very long. When they were done they’d used Aragorn’s sash to clean themselves and then lain there a while enjoying the quiet.

Aragorn’s loving voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “What are you thinking of?” the king asked, smiling at him.

Faramir felt himself reddening, “I love you,” he said softly.

Aragorn kissed him lightly, and then said, “I love you too. We must do all our paperwork in the mornings. I suddenly feel energetic!”

“The council!” Faramir groaned. He’d nearly forgotten about it, “We must leave now. We are probably already late!”

“Must we?” Aragorn asked dramatically, “Must we really go and listen to the Lords of Lebennin and Lossarnach argue about river rights again?” But he rose all the same, reluctantly, and helped Faramir up too, and redid the bindings of his tunic.

“Perhaps if we rush straight from here to the council. It’s a good thing we’re both ready. And if we were to run instead of walk…” Faramir murmured suddenly but the rest of his words were drowned out by Aragorn’s lips.

“I’m not sure you can do that,” Aragorn said when they came apart, “Run straight from here,” he explained as he saw the confused look on Faramir’s face.

“You will need to change your clothes,” he added helpfully, and slipped the younger man’s tunic off, before he could respond.

Faramir stared in surprise at the garment that had once been white. It was streaked with blue blotches now, some of the crushed violet petals still stuck to it.

“It’s a very strong dye,” Aragorn murmured.

Faramir simply groaned again.

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