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There are no Angels in Middle Earth (NC-17)

Written by AutumnVerse

16 June 2007 | 23974 words

Chapter 11

“You dropped the candle.”

“Please Master Lexius, please just let me…”

The sound of a vicious slap.

“You dropped the candle, I told you, if you drop the candle, he dies.”

The panic in Faramir’s voice is apparent as he begs; “Please, just let me be with him for a while, please…”

Haldir never hears the rest of the conversation as he drifts away again.

This feels familiar. I am on a cart again, or a carriage, but that can’t be…

Slowly Haldir opens his eyes, even the shaded light hurts his eyes, but he can make out a figure, Faramir. Faramir strokes his hair, holding his head gently in his lap, he whispers; “Shhh, just go to sleep again, you need to rest, just sleep, everything is going to be alright, I’m here.”

What a beautiful dream this is.

The light is even more painful here, Haldir closes his eyes again, he thinks to himself that this is a strange dream indeed, there is pain, but then he senses his beloved near him and he can hear the cheerful songs of birds and smell the fresh air. He smiles to himself, it smells like summer.

He feels soft lips come down on his own, they taste of salt and then they are gone.

“Goodbye my love.”

Goodbye?

Startled Haldir awakens and sits up, he looks around him and he sees that it is now dark and he is laying at a campfire in a small clearing in a wood somewhere. He turns and sees the only other person there; Boromir.

When he opens his mouth to ask questions, Boromir speaks; “That bastard has played games with us all, he has told each of us he would buy another free and we fell for it. I think maybe Faramir was the only one who saw through him and knew what was going to happen and decided to keep that information to himself.”

Boromir kicks at a stone and angrily mutters; “Stupid stubborn…”

“Where is he? Where is Faramir?”; Haldir tries to get up, but the soaring pain, makes him have to sit down again, he looks up at Boromir who has started to pace but now stops. When he turns his face towards Haldir, the pure pain portrayed on it, makes Haldir fear for the worst.

“He is with him. I think he has traded himself for us. He is with Master Lexius.”

Faramir takes in the luxurious room lit with dozens of scented candles that he has been told is his. His face is a well sculpted mask of nothingness, not one emotion is visible as Master Lexius comes up behind him and lifts something over his head. Holding it before Faramir’s eyes and letting it catch the light, Faramir’s empty eyes see the thin strip of leather, studded with sparkling stones, a collar.

The collar moves down and he feels it being fastened around his neck. Master Lexius kisses his neck and then lets the soft hair fall over it again, he turns Faramir around by his upper arms and holds him at a small distance to admire his gift; “Perfect.”

“Now.”; Master Lexius lets one finger slide under Faramir’s tunic; “Tell me you love me…”

“I love you… Master.”

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