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

Written by AutumnVerse

16 June 2007 | 23974 words

Title: There are no Angels in Middle Earth WIP
Author: AutumnVerse
Beta: arsenic_n_lace, all remaining mistakes are my own.
Pairing: Faramir/Haldir, Faramir/Boromir, Faramir/Boromir/Other(s)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: WIP, AU, slash, minors having sex, prostitution, non-con, incest, slavery
Disclaimer: All of these characters belong to Tolkien, may he rest in peace and not come to haunt me for what I’m doing to his beloved creations.
Feedback: Yes, please!

A.N. Well this fic is going to be so very, very AU, no ring, no Sauron, Elves keep to themselves and have been sort of forgotten by Men. Because of this Men have adopted less friendly ways of dealing with each other. Slavery is very common.

Also, I am using all sort of non Middle Earth language such as dick, cock and fuck and so on, so don’t say I didn’t warn ya! Speaking of warnings, they may vary per chapter.

Written for the amazing Anorienbean smooch

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Chapter 1

A child ran, ran for his life, his lungs were burning, his legs were tired, but on he went in a world of greys and greens. Flashing by trees, jumping over rocks, must go faster, the beast comes. The enormous hairy thing that was in pursuit was drawing near, baring its teeth and growling its upcoming victory as it was gaining on the child. It was only yards away, feet, inches. The child could feel its warm breath on his neck.

A brutal shove and the beast landed on the child, smothering him with its weight, the child cried out, and took hold of anything to grab on to, trying to get away. And to his surprise, he did. He stood, panting, with eyes wide, as he stared at the motionless beast, several arrows sticking out of its back and gruesome head.

A soft noise made him turn, to see a figure standing in silence. The child stood, in awe of the ancient aura that emanated from this regal presence. Something sent by the gods themselves. He asked: “Are you an Angel?”

The being smiled and said, in the most beautiful voice the child had ever heard: “No, little one, I am an Elf, but you may call me Haldir.” An Elf, the child didn’t know what that was, but he thought he had never seen anything so magical in his life. He took a few steps closer to this magnificent being, but then the vision turned around, to look over his shoulder before suddenly running off.

The child shouted after him; “Please don’t go!” But the Elf was long gone, if not for the arrows, it would have been as if he had never been there.

Faramir awakes, twelve years later and still this dream comes, reminding him of the day he ran. He had been four years old at the time. His master had sold off his father and he had been inconsolable. He couldn’t let his father go, so he ran, ran to find him, although he knew not where he was going. He had to, and they had sent the beast after him.

Of course, after his saviour had disappeared, they had caught him. They had seen the arrows but wouldn’t listen to the slave child’s stories about long lost legend. They had said it had to have been bandits, and Faramir had been taken back and whipped so hard, he still had faded scars on his back.

He stretches and looks over to the only person he has left to trust in the world, his brother Boromir. Smiling, he reaches out to tickle his brother’s nose, pulling back just as Boromir swats at his nose, mumbling, irritating pest, under his breath. Faramir’s smile grows wider as he is now assaulting his brother’s ear, with his own blond hair, again withdrawing in the nick of time.

When he leans in for a third attack, he yelps as his wrist is suddenly grabbed and the mass of his brother comes crushing down on him. “I said, stop irritating me, pest!” Boromir says while tickling his little brother into defeat. The playful fight is ended by the opening of the door. “Ah, a beautiful sight indeed, but save it for the customers, you have a half hour to get ready!”

The door slams shut again, the day has begun, reality has arrived once more. Sighing the brothers climb out of their bed, tidy up their few belongings, change the sheets. They find the food left for them and hastily eat it. They wash thoroughly and prepare their bodies for what is to come. Never for one moment believe a customer will take the time to prepare you properly. Best do it yourself.

They move to stand together, striking a well practised pose of submission and allure, touching each other with an unspoken promise of more. Faramir hiding a little behind his brother, hinting at a virgins shyness, although nothing could be further from truth. So very well trained, that no one knows of the fear that lights their eyes when the door handle moves, putting masks in place by the time the door has completely opened, revealing their first customer of the day.

Just the one for now, and one who is well known. They slip into their roles as Boromir approaches the man and silently takes his hand, to lead him to the bed. The man’s eyes are on Faramir, who has kneeled on the floor, his eyes locked with those of the man. Boromir lets go of the man’s hand and slowly makes his way to his brother, making every step a display of sensuality and promise.

He stops in front of Faramir, for a moment hiding him from the customers view as, even after all this time, he apologizes to his brother for what is to come, with a single saddened look. He moves his body so the man will receive the show he has paid for. He reaches out his hand and strokes the beloved face, before letting his hand slide to the back of Faramir’s head to apply gentle pressure, and move it towards his relaxed manhood.

Boromir closes his eyes as he feels hands touch his hips, slide to his backside and pull him closer. He feels his brother laying his cheek on his cock, just holding him like that, nuzzling his dick, inhaling his scent, no doubt smiling that sinful, lost innocence smile he uses on their customers. First he feels soft hesitant kisses, then a hand starts massaging his balls, one finger slipping away to touch that one place… His dick starts to harden.

One long stroke of Faramir’s tongue on warming flesh brings goose bumps and unwanted desire spreads, making him hold on to his brother’s head with both hands. He feels licks and nibbles all along his shaft, then warmth as Faramir takes his cock in hand and closes his mouth around it, taking it as far down as it will go. Sucking, bobbing his head up and down, swirling his tongue, luring gasps of pleasure from Boromir’s lips.

A soft noise fills the silence as Faramir starts humming, sending soft tremors to further heighten the sensations. Boromir is lost, it is just too much, he gives a little warning squeeze in Faramir’s ear and the pace slows down a little, stretching the show a little, till he feels the familiar tightness in his balls and comes down his brothers throat. Faramir swallows, licking clean his spent cock.

“Make him get you hard again.”

Boromir opens his eyes and looks over at the bed, the man is sitting with his trousers open, dick in hand. “I want to see you fuck him.” Boromir looks down at his brother, but Faramir’s eyes are cast to the ground. How he wants to tell the pervert to go to hell. Boromir’s hesitance draws a response from the man. “I have paid for a full hour this time, make him get you hard again!”

The decision is taken away from him as he feels fingers on his cock, massaging and stroking, he looks down at his brother but Faramir doesn’t look up, instead concentrating on the slowly hardening flesh in front of him. Boromir knows Faramir made the right decision, they do not have a say in these things, but on some days he just feels tired of it all. Tired of the horny men pawing at him and especially at his brother, tired of the constant guilt he feels because he knows his brother’s body better then any brother should.

Faramir knows how to get men hard, achingly hard. He knows how to tease, how to taste and when to get rough, he hears his brothers sharp intake of breath as he grazes his teeth over the thick length. Letting him know he is ready by a little tug on the coarse curls, Boromir bends down and gives Faramir a little nudge, watching him turn over and get up on his knees and hands, presenting him with a too familiar sight.

Boromir kneels behind his brother, letting his hands wander over his warm back, leaning over, covering the smaller body with his own, letting Faramir sit down on his knees. He lifts Faramir’s soft hair to let his finger stroke the exposed neck. He closes one arm around his beloved and holds him tightly to him as he kisses the slender neck in front of him, letting his hand slide over his chest before dipping down to feel the beginnings of his brothers arousal.

Softly pushing him back to his hands and knees, Boromir positions himself and slowly pushes into the body before him. Even after all this time, Faramir still feels impossibly tight and Boromir groans at the hot silkiness enveloping his dick. He moves with short thrusts, opening him up a little, letting his moans of pleasure drown out Faramir’s silence. He feels the body beneath him start to respond as he makes his strokes longer, aiming for his brothers pleasure spot, letting his hands wander soothingly over shaking thighs.

As he speeds up his thrusting, he moves his hands over soft skin, touching peaked nipples and tweaking them a little, more tremors, down to the tight belly, caressing curls, curling fingers around the hardened flesh of his brother, start at the base, move up, thumb over the slit, a soft sigh, again, down again and up, in time with the strokes inside.They move together, well practised, erotic, for one moment lost to everything but the feelings of their bodies. Shallow breaths, panting, sweating, the smell of sex heavy in the air, Faramir comes first, followed closely by Boromir.

A moan from the bed, and reality comes crashing back again. As the man babbles on about the hotness of it all, Boromir pulls out of his brother, checks if he is alright and stands on shaky legs to get their customer cleaned up. He knows the man really wants Faramir to do it, as he longs to touch him, but for some reason doesn’t dare and prefers to watch. Fine with Boromir, at least he can trust himself to not hurt his little brother. The words keep pouring out of the man’s mouth, his eyes fixed on Faramir, who is playing the submissive, shy slave and is kneeling and keeps his eyes on the floor, even covered in cum, he allures.

Boromir cleans the man up and takes his hand again, leading him to the door. He almost pushes him through, just to get him to stop throwing those longing glances at the piece of floor Faramir inhabits. But of course he remains polite and smiles his most breathtaking smile at the talkative man. Just before the door closes, a hand grips it and throws it open again, it is one of the guards, who has a little crush on Boromir. “Hello there gorgeous! Just thought you might like to know they have brought in a new slave.” As Boromir wonders why this is of interest to him, the guard continues, in a hushed tone. “They say he is an Angel…”

Chapter 2

Boromir makes small talk with the guard, when he finally leaves, he closes the door and looks at his little brother, as he feared, Faramir is still kneeling on the floor, his eyes are huge as he just stares in the distance. “It doesn’t mean anything, Faramir.”

Faramir looks up, his eyes are shining, his cheeks flustered. “Of course it means something, it means it is him!”

Haldir

“No! It doesn’t, Faramir! Please don’t do this again! We have been over this, I don’t even know how many times, he doesn’t exist, you made him up!”

“I didn’t!” Faramir screams at his brother, “He was there, he saved me!” He was magnificent. ”Why won’t you believe me?”

Boromir sighs, “Because fairy tales aren’t real, Faramir. I didn’t mind you believing it when you were younger, but you are 16 now, and hope, any hope in a place like this, could be used against you, against us.” Boromir sits on the floor, looking very tired, “You know this…”

Faramir slumps a little, yes he knows, they could start selling them apart, and he doesn’t want that. They have worked so hard on becoming so good at their trade, that they can fool anyone, seduce, play, make them fall for you, convince them that no one can give it to them, like you can. And you will be safe. He has seen what happens to other slaves, the ones who are being force fed, because they don’t want to live anymore. Those are given up to be raped and tortured till there is nothing left, still drawing breath, until even that stops.

“We should get cleaned up, we are far from done for this day.”

Faramir nods, and gets up to clean himself, apply new oil and get on with life as he knows it. But in the back of his mind, he promises himself to find a way to go see this Angel and find out if it is indeed his long ago saviour.

Haldir holds an hand above his eyes, protecting the sky blue from the sun, as he tries to asses if this plain is safe to cross. He sees no danger and all is quiet, yet he hesitates, something just doesn’t feel right. Counting on centuries of experience, he decides to go with his feelings and find another way to get where they need to go. He turns and walks back to the forest.

Suddenly something heavy lands on him, causing him to fall and he hears screams, he tries to get up, but all he sees around him are the meshes of a net and the men that are frantically trying to hold him down. He fights for all that he is worth. So many men, he knocks out a few, judging from the pained cries he hears, he fights on, till a big, coarse white cloth is placed on his face. A sedative! He struggles and struggles, the world turns at an odd angle, strange colours invade his vision and finally everything goes dark.

He hears them before he sees them, listening to their conversations about all the women they are going to buy, when they sell the Angel. Having been called that once before in his life, Haldir feels fear, as he realises that they mean to sell him to a brothel. Fear is helpful in some situations but can cripple in others, Haldir forces himself to very carefully investigate his situation, there appears to be a blindfold over his eyes, his hands and ankles are chained, and from the motions he feels, they are on a cart of some sort.

One of his main concerns is lifted as he makes out from the babbling that he is the only one captured and they don’t know of the others. As silent as he can he tries to test his chains, just as he decides the chains are probably breakable, he finds out he wasn’t quiet enough as the cloth is placed on his face again.

When the darkness lifts again, Haldir finds himself, strapped to a table, naked, being washed by a young girl, this is his chance. He breaks the leather straps with a single fluid movement and sits up. The girl drops the cloth and scrambles backwards. Haldir doesn’t give her much thought as he makes for the door, he throws it open and as he expected finds a guard in front of it, he hits the surprised man with all his strength.

Before the man hits the ground he is half way out of the corridor, behind the next door are two guards and after a little struggle Haldir runs on, followed by screams of warning. As he goes around the corner, he encounters around ten men, he quickly turns around, only to see more men behind him, he stops and mentally prepares for the fight to come.

He grabs the wrist of the first one that reaches him, kicks his leg back to throw off the one behind him, he swirls around, using the man who’s wrist he is holding as a weight to knock down more men, his blond hair flaring around him. He feels hands on him and beats them away, concentrating on finding the opening in the chaos, one well aimed jump, a push and he runs.

Three more men come running his way, three he can take, he speeds up and braces himself, the collision taking care of one man, more hands grab at him, but he manages to shake them off and run on. A door opens, crashing into Haldir, the pain momentary blinding him, he raises his hands to his head.

A pile of limbs comes up and over him, he struggles but he hears them calling for something, that he supposes will be the sedative they used earlier, he uses all his strength to get rid of the bodies on top of him, but they won’t budge. Approaching footsteps, more voices, and the hated white cloth again. Everything else happened in a haze, as he is put somewhere in restraints.

They kept him drugged, just once in a while he is coherent enough to register anything, being slapped because apparently he has made someone spill food as they tried to feed him. Being on the cart again, realising that he is standing on a stage, naked and he is being auctioned off, the cart again and finally what he can only guess will be the brothel they sold him to. And new chains, he realises as the fog finally wears off, Mithril…

“No! Please Daddy! It hurts. Please stop Daddy! It hurts so much, it is just so big…” Faramir stifles a laugh as he watches Boromir raise an eyebrow at his last remark, their “daddy” has a cock the size of a peanut. But Daddy seems to like it, he pushes into Faramir a little deeper, and stops stroking Boromir’s hard dick to say, “Your brother is very vocal during his punishment, maybe this, needs to muffle him.”

Boromir crawls on the bed, next to his brother who is lying on his back, being fucked by Daddy and lifts one leg over Faramir to straddle him, he lifts himself a little, placing his hands a little further on the bed, Daddy likes the view this presents, and feeds his brother his leaking dick. Very carefully he starts to fuck his mouth, making sure he squeezes his buttocks and leave a little room so Daddy can watch.

He hears Daddy cursing, did something go wrong? He looks over his shoulder, but is relieved to see that it is just Daddy cursing himself for coming already. “Stop, stop, stop! You!” Daddy points a finger at Boromir, “Get off him and get over here! And you’d better crawl boy, Daddy is not pleased!” Boromir pulls out of Faramir’s mouth and lifts his leg, just before he slides off the bed, he lets his hand caress soft red hair.

He reaches the floor and crawls over to Daddy, Daddy moves further away, making Boromir follow him on hands and knees, then he stops and lets Boromir reach him, “Sit up boy.” Boromir lifts himself but remains on his knees, Daddy slaps him, hard, “Making me come too early”, another slap, “your”, slap, “fault.”, slap.

“Please Daddy, it was my fault, punish me.” Faramir has rushed over and holds on to Daddy’s arm, “Make me get you hard again, hurt me with that massive cock, please Daddy.” They all know Daddy won’t get hard again, Daddy shrugs Faramir off and bellows, “I’m having a word with your master.” He goes to put on his clothes and rushes out of the door. Faramir checks Boromir over, “You should have just let him hit me, now we will get in trouble.” Faramir shrugs, “I can always show him the sperm, the master knows his kind.”

As this was their last customer, the brothers clean up, and wait for the arrival of their master, after about a half hour he shows up. He was not impressed with the man’s story, he remembered him from a similar encounter, he tells them he gave the man some time with one of the other slaves, but he refused, for some reason. Although he tried to get some time with the Angel, Faramir holds his breath, but the Angel isn’t trained yet and far to precious for someone like that, no, the master tells them, smiling, that one is going to cost a fortune.

“Can I see him?” The words were out before Faramir even thought them over. The master’s smile grows bigger, “You want to see him, little one? Well then see him you shall!” He orders the brothers to dress and then they move through the maze of corridors till they stop in front of a door with a little barred window, the master opens it and they step inside a little corridor, after a few empty cells they stop.

There, sitting in chains, behind bars, is a figure with long blond hair, Faramir’s heart rate quickens, their master shouts “Hey Angel, look up!” Haldir has been gauged at all day and looks up with murder in his eyes. Faramir stops breathing as he looks into the eyes of one pissed off Elf, his Elf.

Chapter 3

It is him, it is really him. He is even more beautiful than I remembered.

“… took about twenty men to control him and have you seen those ears…”

He looks so angry.

“…damn Mithril chains cost a fortune, he better be worth it, is all I…”

He probably doesn’t remember me at all…

“…don’t you think, little one?”

How could he, it was so long ago and what would a human slave mean to someone as incredible as him.

“I asked you a question, boy!” Faramir is startled out of his reveries and looks at his master with apologies in his eyes, “I’m sorry master, what did you ask?” The master shakes his head, “I swear little one, if you and your brother didn’t make me so much money, I would seriously doubt your training and have you do it over!”

“Now, I said, the Angel here needs to be trained but so far he hasn’t been very… cooperative, they checked him when he was sedated and he is probably a virgin, but he still needs to be trained on how to pleasure with mouth and hands and of course on how to act around customers.”

Probably a virgin… Oh Gods… His first time will be auctioned of for a fortune and it will be hell on him. Faramir pushes flashes of pain, blood and utter confusion and humiliation back to the corners of his mind. Long ago, don’t dwell.

“… no one wants their dick bitten off, so I thought you, as you are still young and not so big, he wouldn’t consider you a threat, and you could talk to him for a bit, make him see that there is only one way to survive here, my way.”

Yes!

“Just to talk? I won’t have to train him?”

Please say no, I could not bare to have to touch him against his will.

“Hmm, I don’t know yet, let’s just see, how this goes.”

Faramir tried to hide his happiness, but he could see that Boromir, who had stayed very quiet through all this, looked at him with an unreadable expression on his face. The master babbled on about little things for a bit and then he made known that Faramir was to stay here, in the corridor for an hour.

“Now of course the Angel will not see the light”, the master snickered at his own little joke, “in such a short time, but we will at least know if our little one has a chance”.

And with that the master took Boromir with him and locked Faramir in the corridor. After the sound of footsteps died down, Faramir for the first time thought about just how much hatred emanated from the chained silent form. He had absolutely no idea how to go about this.

He went to the wall opposite from the cell Haldir was in and let himself slide down till he was sitting on the ground. Leaning back against the wall he looked at the Elf who was ignoring him completely, keeping his eyes on some spot on the wall. Faramir sighed.

The silence just goes on and on as Faramir turns every single thing he can think of around and around in his head, before deciding it is all useless and stupid. How could he talk this elegant creature into becoming a whore, like him…

And as for the things he really wants to say…. All the fantasies that he has had for so long, first of being saved again, then, as he had grown older, fantasies of strolling along in the sunshine, talking and laughing, just holding hands, maybe…, Faramir blushes, maybe even kissing.

He knows it is ridiculous for a whore to blush over something like that, but it would be so different, it would be his own choice and he just knows it would be beautiful and pure.

But he can’t say those things. To his handsome Angel he is nothing but filth and worse, the enemy. So the time ticks by, Faramir knows there is not much left of the hour he is granted and then a peaceful feeling comes over him.

“Haldir.”

“You probably don’t remember but that really doesn’t matter, because I remember, I will always remember, but twelve years ago, you saved a child from a beast. You just appeared out of nowhere, looking like something so magical”, Faramir smiles to himself, “I believe I called you an Angel, I was mesmerized by you.”

“You ran when the people that were after me came, they took me back and I lived my life as a slave till I was twelve and was sold to this brothel with my brother. I have never forgotten you. My brother tried to convince me you weren’t real, but I never doubted myself. In fact I have had dreams of that day, till this very day.”

“I love you.”

“Yes, I know that sounds ridiculous, because I don’t even know you and how can you fall for someone you don’t know, but I have. And I know you don’t return these feelings, because how could you, but none of it matters, look at where we are, why would I be afraid of telling the truth of my daydreaming, if daydreams of love are all I will ever have.”

Faramir stopped talking and the silence flowed back into the corridor, till it was broken by approaching footsteps, Faramir stood up and went to stand by the door. As he hears the key move in the lock, a soft whisper makes him turn around.

“I remember you.”

Chapter 4

Haldir watches Faramir been taken away, he watches the door close and then he watches the closed door for a long time. He feels like he should weep or maybe laugh at the absurdity of it all. He has wondered so many times what had happened to the child he had saved and now he knows and he wishes he didn’t.

This place, his Elven ears pick up sounds of paid pleasure and pain, this place is what has happened to the innocent child he remembers so well. For a moment he closes his eyes and pictures the little red headed boy with sparkling eyes, the complete honesty only children possess with which he had asked; “Are you an Angel?”

A tear slides down, as Haldir tries to stop the pictures of innocence from mixing with the sounds of this cursed place. He wants to reach back in time and pull the child into a tight embrace and keep him safe. Too late, you failed him, saving him from the beast only to leave him to the monsters, his accusing mind whispers.

And still, when the boy was here, all he had spoken of, was love. Love for him no less. Well not really for him, for some romanticized daydream of him, but still, love. Sitting right there, only a small distance away, still smelling faintly of sex, speaking words that some never dare say.

The sound of chains as he wipes at his cheek, reminds him of his own situation. He knows he will not survive here for long if he is taken against his will, his kind is blessed with escape in death if faced with rape. A fact he is certain his current master is unaware of. He will be spared spending his life here, but the boy… Haldir straightens himself, the boy will not be left behind.

As the last of the candles in the corridor dies out, a soft glow surrounds the silent warrior as he sits up and opens his mouth to speak his heart. Soft Elvish words vibrate in the air, as Haldir makes a promise to the child in his memories.

Faramir tries to shush the thousand butterflies currently invading his stomach, as he is being brought to his master. He feels like shouting, “He remembers me!”, to everyone and everything. Fortunately he knows better, hiding his feelings has become a second nature to him.

As the guard opens the door to his master’s office, Faramir overhears words, that freeze his heart; “… care, I want him now, you have promised me that Angel and he won’t need training for what I have planned! I am paying you a fortune, you’d better deliver!” His master, turns towards the door and says; “Ah, little one, come in, tell me how it went.”

Faramir walks in the room and casts a hidden glance at the figure standing at his master’s desk. It is enough for him to recognize danger, kneel, his instincts tell him, kneel and be the perfect little slave.

He tells his master that he feels the talk with the Angel went well, as the man standing at the desk, starts to circle around Faramir, stopping occasionally. Faramir continues to speak but he feels the man’s eyes on him, feeling fear raise inside. The man stops again and Faramir feels something hard and cold under his chin, pushing his face up, stopping his words and reducing him to shocked silence.

For a second his eyes meet blue eyes that speak of power and shadow, it is enough for Faramir to see the barely hidden threat, being trained to read desires, he knows this man likes to inflict pain. He casts his eyes to the ground again, although the silver knob of the man’s cane still holds his head up.

He feels the cane move on his skin, letting it turn his head in all directions as the man takes him in. Then it is removed and he lets his head fall forward, trying to hide himself a little behind his hair. “So this one is training the Angel?” As he hears his master explain his little plan, Faramir tries to remain calm, this man will have Haldir, he feels panic wash over him. Even as experienced as he is, he would keep this man from him at all costs, if he could, but to have your first time, with someone like this, he shudders.

“This one intrigues me, how much?” Faramir is stunned and waits with dread on his master’s answer, it appears his master is a little stunned himself, he hears him stammering before saying; “Well an hour with him and his brother, cos…”

“I said nothing about his brother, I want this one.”

Faramir can almost hear his master thinking, usually he keeps the cheap slaves for the rough customers, the more expensive ones as Faramir and Boromir, are too valuable to be bruised and torn, not to mention the risk of permanent scarring. But whoever this man is, he is very rich and judging by his conduct, very powerful, used to getting what he wants immediately, no questions asked.

The silence is broken with the musical sound of coins connecting with wood, from his master’s gasp Faramir takes it, it is more than enough to seal his fate. He feels the cane under his chin again, urging him to get up. He does and catches a glimpse of something shimmering on the desk, before his master shoves it in his money chest. He has never felt less human in his life.

The cane pushes him in his back, directing him out of the room, Faramir makes the turn towards his room, when he is stopped by low spoken words dripping with warning; “Where do you think you are going?”

Still keeping his eyes on the ground, Faramir turns around and says; “I am sorry, master, I thought we were heading towards my room.”

“Your room?”

Before Faramir can respond, he continues; “Just follow me, boy.” The man walks on and Faramir lifts his eyes to study the impressive form in front of him, black cloak flaring with every step, blonde almost white hair spilling over his shoulders, reminding him of his Angel.

Deep inside Faramir begins to prepare himself. Whatever will happen, it will end, just get through it. Follow his lead, dance this inescapable dance on his terms and get out with as much of yourself intact as you can muster. Forget love, forget pride and survive. It will end.

They stop in front of one of the guest rooms, the man opening the door, letting Faramir enter first, before entering himself. Faramir feels himself shiver at the sound of the door being closed. He stands, gazing at an luxurious bed, all red velvet and silks.

He jumps slightly when the man is suddenly standing next to him, whispering in his ear; “I love the look of scarlet against pale skin…, kneel.”

As Faramir kneels, the man walks over to the bed and sits down on it, holding his cane in front of him. “Look at me boy.” Faramir raises his eyes, taking in the cold aristocratic face before him, the corners of the mouth turning up in amusement.

“You know, don’t you, you know what I do to boys, you know what I will do to you. Tell me boy, tell me what I am going to do to you.”

Faramir stares at the man with his eyes wide in absolute fear, the seasoned whore in him is screaming at him to not show his true feelings, make something up! Tell him about how he will ride you till it hurts, seduce, say something! But he knows as he takes in the calculating eyes, that if he tries to play this man, he will lose.

“You’ll hurt me, master.”

“What is your name, boy?” Faramir is confused, but answers; “Faramir, master.” The man leans forward a little; “Do I scare you, Faramir?” By now Faramir is more and more feeling like the mouse in the cat’s claws, even though the cat seems to be purring; “Yes, master.”

“Lexius, my name is Lexius, master Lexius to you.”

“Yes, master Lexius.” Faramir watches master Lexius sit back again, his inner voice yelling at him for totally losing control of the situation. “Tell me Faramir, have you ever desired something, you thought was impossible to desire for, something that is forbidden to be desirable?”

A warrior, standing proud, flashes through Faramir’s heart, he whispers; “Yes.” Master Lexius’s smile grows; “Good.” He reaches forward to gently touch Faramir’s face, stroking the soft skin, to end with Faramir’s chin in his hand, tilting his head slightly, before striking hard, knocking Faramir on the floor.

“That is good to know.”

Chapter 5

Just get through this.

Tasting blood, Faramir feels himself being lifted off the ground, only to be thrown down again. He feels hands clawing at his clothes, shredding them, leaving him bared, vulnerable. He feels Master Lexius step away, knowing of the lust filled gaze upon him and for the first time in a long time, he has no idea what is expected of him. Finally he decides to get up, only to have himself thrown down again.

So, he stays still but then he hears a noise that, even though he knows he shouldn’t, makes him look up with frightened eyes. Master Lexius has pulled out a very thin dagger from his cane and turns it around to let the light reflect off it.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

He can’t kill me, can he?

Faramir’s deceitful mind is only to happy to tell him that killing isn’t the only thing that daggers can do.

Master Lexius lowers his smiling face to Faramir’s; “What will I be doing, with something as beautiful as this..?”

I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t want to know, please, let this be over.

There is danger in Master Lexius’s voice as he says; “Well, boy?” Faramir opens his mouth but he is too unsure of this game, so he decides to go with honesty; “I don’t know, master Lexius. “I don’t know what you’ll do with it.” He feels the words, please don’t hurt me with it, die on his tongue, too scared it will only make matters worse.

For a long time, master Lexius just looks Faramir directly in the eyes, then he says in a soft voice; “What would you have me do?”

Staring at the unreadable eyes before him, Faramir decides there is probably no right answer, so he will just stick with honesty; “Just lay it aside master Lexius, you do not need it.” A soft twinkle comes into master Lexius’s eyes; “No I don’t, do I?” He lays the dagger aside; “You’ll have to do whatever I want anyway, right? Being a whore and all..”

“You’ll just lay there if I take you, you’ll let me have you, you’ll let me do whatever I want.”

“Yes master Lexius, whatever you want.”

“And what about what you want, Faramir?”

“Master?”

“What you want Faramir, you told me you have desires, what are they?”

The look of confusion is apparent on Faramir’s face as he searches his head for an answer but, before he can give one, master Lexius pulls him to his feet, holding him to his still clothed form in a tight hug. Some part of Faramir registers that master Lexius smells really good, while the rest is questioning his sanity.

Whispered words next to Faramir’s ear; “I will find out what it is you desire, my sweet boy.” And with that Faramir feels his head being turned and his lips caught in a passionate kiss. When the first unwilling moan falls off Faramir’s lips, master Lexius draws back, his hands still on Faramir’s head, tasting his lips and smiling. Then, he looks down to see Faramir’s body responding.

Faramir feels his head been turned again, as master Lexius whispers into his ear once more; “Now we can begin.”

Lexius watches with undeniable pleasure, as Faramir’s blushing cheeks begin to pale in understanding. Faramir simply nods. Feeling his blood heat up at this little gesture of acceptance, Lexius thinks to himself that this is a very special boy indeed.

He walks away from Faramir, to very gracefully first remove his cloak and then his clothing, to stand before Faramir naked. Smiling to himself, at the mixed look of fear and appreciation of his toned form, Lexius moves towards Faramir, not stopping when he reaches him but gathering him closely to him and walking him backwards towards the bed, pushing him back on it gently.

For a moment, he just takes in the boy’s naked form surrounded by the decadent fabric, the perfect little whore. Then he walks over to a small cupboard, to come back to the bed with dangling silky rope in his hands, with which he ties Faramir’s hands to the bed posts and then his feet, leaving him spread eagled and with nowhere left to run.

Crawling over the bed and in between Faramir’s legs, Lexius decides he wants the boy to remain hard through this and bends his head for a taste. Very responsive, Lexius thinks at a stifled little moan. Then he moves off the bed to get two things, the whip he had long wanted to use and his dagger. Placing his dagger beside the bed where Faramir can just see it, he lifts the whip and listens to the cry of pain as it falls, feeling his cock stir.

His eyes remain on some unseen point, as Lexius lets the whip fall down again and again, his cock becoming alive on just the sounds of pain from the bed. Finally he stops and looks down, oh this won’t do, where is that lovely erection?

The panting body shivers as he starts to lick at Faramir’s left shin, moving up and tasting the tang of blood, where the whip landed on the graceful legs, till he comes to the now flaccid sex. Giving it a small nuzzle, he moves on to lick at various cuts on Faramir’s chest.

Pulling a nipple in between his teeth and giving it a sharp bite, just to hear the gorgeous boy, he moves up till he can stare into pain hazed eyes. He leans in to capture his lips in a kiss. Laying his all in it, he feels the boy’s cock that is trapped between their bodies come alive again. He smiles into the kiss, too easy, he reaches for the dagger.

Still smiling, he puts it to the boy’s throat, delighting in the terror in the blue eyes; “Do you like pain, my pet?” Faramir stammers that he doesn’t, at which his smile broadens, grinding his hard cock at the boy’s erection; “Really? What is this then?”

When Faramir opens his mouth to answer, Lexius places his dagger on those so kissable lips; “Shhh, it doesn’t matter… What does matter is that I have a dagger here and your oh so vulnerable throat so close by,” Lexius puts the dagger on the boy’s throat again, “it could easily slip, and…,” Lexius lets the dagger make a small cut along the boy’s collar bone, “we don’t want that.”

Lexius eyes turn from seductive to ice cold; “So tell me boy, what is your desire? Or you will never see your brother again.” He sees the boy thinking and puts a little more pressure on the dagger, Faramir swallows and then whispers; “Haldir”

A who, not a what, quite surprising, Lexius thinks to himself, before he says; “And who is this Haldir? And I’ll know if you lie boy!” The next thing that comes out of Faramir’s mouth shocks Lexius but his demeanour remains unchanged; “The Angel”

Smiling down at his unwilling lover, Lexius stores this information and goes back to the pleasant task at hand, while he slides down Faramir’s body, positions himself and slams himself home in one thrust. He hears Faramir’s scream of pain and uses his empty hand to grab the boy’s cock, while sliding almost completely out of him, before shoving back in.

He loves it when they tear, blood easing his way as he strokes the flesh in his hand, while listening to the boy trying to keep from crying. Moving inside of that tight, hot, young body, Lexius will try to make this last as long as possible, it feels so good.

The pained pleasure sounds coming from Faramir are just perfect, so is the feeling of the body clenching around him, all warm and yielding. Lexius moves his head till his lips hover over the fragrant, sweaty skin of a perfect curved neck, licking and tasting and finally letting his teeth sink in, he doesn’t even hear Faramir’s pain anymore.

This is a world of pushing in and withdrawing, writhing bodies, sweat, tears and blood. This is Lexius’s world and he must admit to himself, this intelligent, gorgeous, tight boy was made for it. He will simply have to do this again.

Concentrating on Faramir for a while, he notices that the boy is as lost in this as he is, pulling at his restraints, pushing back on him, matching every stroke, but with a look of utter confusion on his face. He feels the boy move faster, his completion is near. The boy simply explodes in his hand, probably coming harder than he has ever done in his life and judging by his expression, not entirely sure if he likes that.

Yes, it is scary, the first time you find release in torment. Lexius smiles and feels himself come undone, filling the boy with his seed. Making slow, deep strokes to ride it out, Lexius kisses those lips one last time, He then pulls out, amused at the little sound from Faramir and with four swift movements, uses his dagger to cut Faramir loose. He gets up, gets his clothes and without as much as a word leaves Faramir alone with his troubled thoughts.

Chapter 6

Boromir paces back and forth in their room, Faramir should have been back a long time ago, it is almost morning already. Something has happened, he just knows it.

Finally the door opens and one of the guards carries in Faramir, his clothes are shredded and Boromir rushes to them to take his trembling brother into his arms. He ignores the guard completely as he places his little brother down on the bed and starts to frantically look for injuries, he feels his heart ache as he finds them immediately, scattered over his beloved’s chest and legs.

He jumps as the guard lays a hand on his shoulder, telling him in a business like fashion that Faramir has two days to recover and during this time Boromir will have to work alone. Boromir looks the guard in his eyes, his own glistening with despair, before acceptance sinks in and he just bows his head and nods. He holds his position of head down, hands resting gently on his distraught brother, till he hears the door fall shut.

The salty wetness on his cheek is angrily wiped away, Boromir refuses to let his little brother see him cry. He takes Faramir’s face in his hands, letting his hands caress his hair back and says to him; “Faramir, please, look at me…”

Acknowledge me, please do not go where I can’t find you, please don’t be gone…

A sigh of relief passes Boromir’s lips as hazy blue eyes try to focus on his. He moves onto the bed to gently hug his brother, stroking his back, just holding the trembling body to his own. Trying so desperately to not ask questions, to not inflict more pain, to just be here and pass on strength and love.

After a while he hears a hoarse whisper next to his ear; “Need to wash…” Boromir closes his eyes for a second and then straightens himself and slowly releases his brother to get water, soap and a soft cloth. As he places the items by the bed, he casts a look on the angry welts and thinks on hidden pain as he goes to get healing salve as well.

Slowly he removes the shredded clothes and begins to wash, dipping in the washcloth again and again in the now pinkish water, till there is only one area left.

Very carefully Boromir parts Faramir’s legs and sees the blood he feared would be there, he looks at his brother’s face and sees him give a small nod, as gently as he can he washes the hurt area, trying to focus on relieving Faramir’s pain and ignoring his own, but he feels the shiver passing through his brother’s body none the less.

After all is cleaned he applies salve to the angry welts, but when he comes to the torn opening he hesitates, before he reaches a decision, shaking fingers take the jar from him and he turns his back to let Faramir do what needs to be done. After listening to the small sounds of pain fade away he turns round again to see his brother laying on his side facing away from him. He grabs their blankets and pulls them over them both as he spoons Faramir, leaving a kiss on his temple before blowing out the candle.

Trying to somehow get these damned chains off, Haldir looks up as the door to the corridor opens, stopping his actions as he sees the guard let in the very subdued figure of Faramir, watching the boy walk with his eyes to the ground and then stopping before his cell. Haldir’s eyes narrow as Faramir slides down to the ground and winces when he hits the ground.

Something has happened in the two days since he has seen the boy last. He stares at the slumped figure, taking in a fading bruise on his face, waiting for Faramir to make the first move. After a few minutes Faramir looks up, only to look down again, a blush on his cheeks, as Haldir’s intense blue stare seems to look right through him. Haldir feels his resolve crumble at the hurt he saw in that second the boy looked up and asks; “What happened?”

“Nothing”, said so softly Haldir could hardly hear, but the next words burn inside him, “Just a customer…”

“A customer got a little rough, that is all”, Faramir looks up, his eyes are begging Haldir to please, let it go, “It happens sometimes, it is nothing.”

“Nothing…” Haldir repeats.

“Nothing.” There is a certain warning in Faramir’s voice, that Haldir recognizes and chooses to provoke further as he says; “If you say so…”

“I do say so!” Haldir watches Faramir get angry and shout at him; “What do you want? Do you want to hear that I hurt? Fine! I hurt! I have never hurt this bad, not even my first time! Do you want to hear that I am ashamed to even be in the same room as you? Fine, I am ashamed! Do you want to hear how he took what I didn’t want to give and made me want it? Made me crave, made me come and…”

Faramir’s voice trails away as tears appear in his eyes, a choked sob falls from his lips as he continues; “I did not want to, I didn’t and it hurt so bad, but still…still I..I, I must be sick, so sick, but.. I…”

“Shhh, it doesn’t matter, come here.” Haldir says holding out his arms through the bars and Faramir almost crawls over to him. Holding the boy and hearing him sob his heart out, Haldir rubs soothing circles along his back. “It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t, you were forced, the body does what the body does, it doesn’t matter, it is alright, just cry, it is alright…”

Haldir is surprised at the warmth he feels holding the sobbing body through cold iron, there is no awkwardness at consoling someone he really doesn’t know at all, just an all consuming desire to make this lost soul feel better, even if it is just for a little while. Taking the boy’s face between his hands he looks in to the reddened eyes and does what comes natural as he bends to lay the softest of kisses on lips tasting of tears.

Faramir feels himself captured between soft, sweet tasting lips and the hard steel of the bars as for a single moment he forgets all and is enwrapped in kindness, pure joy overtakes him as his dazzled mind tells him that yes, this is actually happening. An Angel’s kiss…

Chapter 7

Today I will have to work again.

Faramir opens his eyes and the first thing he sees is an arm, it almost glows in the morning light, the blonde hairs lighting up against warm flesh, Boromir, safe. Faramir sighs, not safe for long. Experimentally he stretches his body a little, the burn inside now only uncomfortable, but he fears that what is healed will tear again. Another sigh, he decides to not think on it for as long as he can.

He rolls on his other side to snuggle up to his brother, but stops as he sees a familiar shape sitting in a chair, taking him in with an amused expression. Faramir doesn’t move a muscle as he stares in surprise at what must be a dream.

“Good morning.”

As Faramir continues to stare, he sees his lips curl up into a smile; “Well, aren’t you going to wish me a good morning back?”

“Good morning, master Lexius.”

Master Lexius gets up out of his chair; “Good boy.” He walks over to the door; “Now follow me.”

Gently Faramir untangles himself from Boromir and walks over to the door, master Lexius smiles at him; “Maybe some clothes?” Faramir stares down at his naked body and goes to put on some clothes, as he comes back master Lexius opens the door and walks into the corridor, Faramir quickly follows, closing the door softly to not wake his brother and walking fast to keep up with the impressive man clad in black.

Inside the safety of his head Faramir is asking himself what is going on and if there will be anything left of him by the end of it. Finally, after a long journey through the maze like corridors they seem to have reached their destination as master Lexius stops in front of a bolted door, he lays his hand on the bolt and looks at Faramir before sliding it aside and opening the door.

Sunlight, the smell of summer and the green of trees greet a stunned Faramir, after a small gesture of master Lexius he steps outside for the first time in months, the grass tickling the bare soles of his feet. He looks around a bit before he spots a chequered blanket with food and drinks on it under a big tree.

He jumps a little as he feels arms come around him from behind, pulling him to master Lexius’s form, he feels a soft kiss on his hair; “I thought you might like some breakfast.”

His fingers seem to have a mind of their own today, Haldir smiles as the wilful digits caress his lips for what must be the hundredth time today. It was never meant to be anything like this, his only intention was to console, not to feel something himself. He shakes his head, laughing at himself.

When will I learn, hundreds of years old and I still seem to forget that we hold no control over how our lives will unfold…

His mind plays back how the boy, well, young man really, he clearly remembers the soft tickle from stubble as Faramir laid his cheek against his own, had tasted and more importantly how right it had felt, how perfect they fitted together. For just a few precious seconds they had been free.

Of course being the adult in the situation Haldir had ended the kiss and had just held the boy. They had moved to a position where they were both relatively comfortable, but could still hold on to each other. Haldir’s smile widens as he remembers the whispered conversation that had followed, neither of them wanted to be reminded of their current situation and they had told each other little nothing stories and Haldir had finally learned the boy’s name; Faramir.

It suits him, Haldir thought. He was very sad to learn that the boy couldn’t read well, because he had only learned it a little as a child and had never had access to books when he was older and his father was sold off.

Haldir had told Faramir of the magic to be found in books, it is for everyone, you just open up a book and there is a whole world waiting for you. Faramir’s eyes had lit up, when Haldir had promised him that he would teach him and that if he had they chance he would get them both out of here and he would get Faramir all the books he could ever desire.

He regretted those words because the light in Faramir’s eyes had dimmed as he said in a small voice that that may never happen. As he looked up again, Haldir knew there was something the boy wasn’t telling him, but he decided to not push him and just keep the conversation light, for now.

So he started telling Faramir stories of the Golden Wood from where he came, before he started to roam around looking for Elves that had gone into hiding from the cruelty this world had become, to bring them back to those mystical woods once again.

Sadness fills Haldir. He hadn’t completed his task of getting his kin home, he knew there would be others to help them, but he felt as though he had let them down. Haldir sighs in frustration, he has to get out of here, but how? There must be some way, some careless moment he could exploit to his advantage. They never let him out. But they would when his ‘training’ was complete and he would be sold to his first customer.

He would have to convince them that he was willing to play along, he really doesn’t want to but his mind tells him that he has to use the boy to convince them.

A plan starts to form in Haldir’s head.

This is not happening. Oh Gods! Please don’t stop it feels so good, please…

He never knew, he never knew that his body could be this on fire, every touch leaves a burning sensation not only on his skin but in his groin as well. The nails that scratch him, he wants to kiss them, the teeth that mark, he wants to lick them, the flesh that moves inside him… Faramir opens his eyes as the strokes speed up and make it burn uncomfortably, reminding him of who it is that is giving him this red hot pleasure.

I can not want this!

Master Lexius smiles, as he feels the body beneath him resist giving itself over to bliss, he licks at trembling lips before whispering; “It is alright, you are safe, I have you, just let go, let go and give yourself to me, it is alright.”

Somewhere in Faramir’s hazed mind it registers that someone else said it would be alright and he wants to, tears are forming in his eyes, he wants it to be alright, is he dreaming the next words?

“Just let go, it is alright, just give yourself to me, be mine and I will take you away from all of this…”

Chapter 8

“A week”; master Lexius had told him; “I have hired your services for a week, I only have time to spend with you in the mornings, in the afternoons and evenings I must attend to my businesses, but I will not have anyone touching you while I am away.”

Faramir was confused, if he really didn’t want to share him he could buy him away in an instant, he apparently had the funds and it must be cheaper eventually, than keep paying for him in this way.

It was by the second morning spend in Master Lexius company that he understood, Master Lexius wanted him to want it, he wanted his approval and consent, maybe even his love.

Faramir pulls his knees in a little further, trying to still the thoughts inside, by hugging himself. He finally is alone, in the little garden that just a while ago was the witness of the most confusing sex he has ever had. Thank the Gods that master Lexius hadn’t really wanted an answer to his proposal, yet. Faramir had felt that something was happening between them and he really didn’t want to be a part of it, or did he?

Looking down at the grass at his feet, he has to admit to himself that he found pleasure in their rough love making and then there was that offer, it was the ultimate temptation, let me take you away from all of this, yes, away from this, anything to be away from this, but what then, wouldn’t there just be a different master? More sex against his will? But was it against his will?

Words spoken to him by Haldir drift into his awareness, the body does what the body does and it was as if the fog lifted, he had not wanted to have sex, he had had no choice in the matter, he was a slave, expected to do whatever others desired of him, that the sex itself had been good, confusing but good, didn’t mean he had wanted it. In fact, he had never in his life had that feeling of wanting someone in that way, except for his daydreams of a certain Elf. His Angel.

Faramir stares into the distance, but in reality, searches through his heart, he thinks about Haldir and the kiss they had shared. There had been more than just a physical response then. It was as if his entire being was on fire and most importantly, he wanted it, wanted it to last forever and even wanted it to progress into something more, if he was very honest with himself.

He has to go see Haldir.

From the moment Faramir locks his eyes with the startling blue of his Angel, he knows and he smiles, leaving Haldir no choice, the corners of his mouth have a will of their own and he can not help but smile back at the look of joy and contentment on the boy’s face.

Faramir sits himself down, their hands find each other’s and Faramir says; “Today I was sitting in soft green grass, the sun was shining just for me, birds sang their enchanting songs and it wasn’t until I saw your face, that I saw true beauty.”

“That’s very… poetic.”

“It is also true. And… are you blushing?”

“Of course not, I’m a warrior, I do not blush!”

Faramir leans in, till his lips are almost touching Haldir’s through the bars; “Maybe I should try harder then.”

The sensual whisper and the air that flows over Haldir’s lips, leaving behind Faramir’s scent and a promise for what could possibly be the best kiss of his long years, give him goose bumps.

Just a little taste, no harm in that… Haldir thinks to himself, he leans in, first there is soft warm flesh, just moving over his mouth, then there is a little adding of pressure and then a soft tongue licks softly at his lips, before drawing away and he feels warm breath being blown over his lips, warming and then cooling the wetness left there, leaving a tingly sensation and an overwhelming desire for more.

He is just about to open the eyes he never knew he had closed, when the tongue is back, licking at his bottom lip, asking for admittance into his mouth, he opens his mouth and the sensation of the tongue taking its time just sucking gently on his tongue, pulling it over in Faramir’s mouth and then back again, their lips moving together in a slow, sensuous rhythm made to enjoy, explore and taste, leaves him breathless.

After what can only be described as not nearly long enough, they let each other go, with the tiniest of kisses. Haldir puts his hand behind Faramir’s head and pulls him back again till their foreheads touch, massaging Faramir’s neck with his fingers, he whispers; “That was nice.”

“But did it make you hard?”

Startled Haldir and Faramir let each other go and stare at the imposing figure of Master Lexius, Haldir curses himself for being so lost in the kiss that he never heard the man get in; “Because that is what he does isn’t it, what he gets paid for, getting men hard, the little whore!”

In one smooth movement master Lexius walks over, grabs Faramir and slams him against the bars, when he sees Haldir try and grab him, he throws Faramir down on the ground, out of Haldir’s reach.

Placing himself between Faramir and Haldir, he stares at Haldir as he says; “Say bye-bye to the Elf now Faramir, because we are going to have some play time now and if you are quick enough I may leave your brother out of our little games.”

Haldir knows there is no other way but he wants to scream at Faramir to do something, run away, hide, anything but get up behind master Lexius’s turned back and make his way towards the door, as he is doing right now. His eyes drift from the crushed figure to the mask of power that is Master Lexius’s face, he is amazed at the stone cold calm he finds there, blue eyes never leaving his face, taking him in, Haldir knows he is being sized up and straightens his back, to stand tall and proud.

Something indefinable flashes through Master Lexius’s eyes and then he follows Faramir out the door without uttering a single word.

Chapter 9

Lexius stands in silence, his eyes on the sleeping form of Haldir, his face reveals nothing as he takes in the noble features of his rival. He shifts his weight from one leg to the other and tilts his head slightly, letting his eyes wander over blond hair and strong arms. Tilting his head again he lifts the cane he holds up a little and makes it come down on the floor.

Startled by the sudden noise Haldir awakens and stares in shock at master Lexius, that man has managed to slip in without him noticing, again! The cold silent blue eyes that stare down at him make him feel very vulnerable and he stands, making himself as intimidating as he can.

For a while the two just stare at each other, hoping that one will show weakness and look away, then master Lexius raises an eyebrow and for some reason Haldir feels like he has lost, breaking their locked gaze, confusing apparent on his face.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what I have done with him, Elf ?”

“Will you answer me?”

Master Lexius’s mouth curls up in a smile; “Perhaps…”

“Maybe I should tell you something first. I know about your little condition, Elf. The one where if someone takes you against your will, you will die. And he doesn’t know about it, does he? He has no clue whatsoever and you weren’t going to tell him. You were just going to keep silent till the person who bought your first time, rapes you and you would die, without a single word of warning to him.”

Haldir tries to keep back the words of protest at the little glimpse of triumph that flashes through Master Lexius’s eyes. Only a little sound escapes his lips, but master Lexius’s smile widens from it; “Or maybe you had some sort of plan all thought up to get you both out of here?”

The smiling face before Haldir changes to a mask of cold contempt; “_I_ had a plan to get him out of here… Before he ruined it by running to you. I was going to buy him away, if he was willing to come with me, but I guess he is not.”

Ignoring the little smile on Haldir’s face, master Lexius starts to pace up and down, his black robes flowing around him, his blond hair moving in time with his steps. “You know… I am the one who has paid for your deflowering and as soon as that rat that manages this whore house realises that he will never get a better offer…”

Master Lexius turns around and faces Haldir, a smirk on his face; “Your ass will be mine.”

His emotions are clear on his face as Haldir realises that this man has bought him to have sex with, knowing it will kill him.

“Yes… Scary isn’t it? The destruction of an Angel… Knowing you will be the first and the _last_…”

The small contented sigh that escapes master Lexius lips, makes Haldir sick to his stomach and it begins to dawn on him that this man has been with Faramir, that he may have him somewhere, in pain, bleeding, all alone.

“Ah yes, I see it has sunk in. We both understand now. I have him..” ; master Lexius smirks; “In whatever sort of state the Gods only know, ah, and me of course…”His smile widens before dying away; “But.”

Haldir feels himself grasping at straws as he asks; “But?”

“You have him in another way. A way in which, I now know, I will never have him, you, my gallant warrior, have his heart.”

The tenderness in master Lexius’s voice is even more disturbing, Haldir feels the hairs on the back of his neck rise, watching the blue turn cold again.

Suddenly there is a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him closer till his face is just an inch from master Lexius’s; “Tell me Elf, if you give your consent, will it still be rape?”

Before Haldir has a chance to answer, he is pulled in for a bruising kiss but is let go just as fast, as a hand trails down his body towards his crotch, but it’s pulled away before it gets there. He feels his head being tilted and looks up in master Lexius’s eyes; “I think we may come to some sort of agreement here don’t you think?”

Lips brush over Haldir’s in a gentle manner; “Your consent”; a soft nibble on his bottom lip; “for…”; a breath taking kiss, sealed with a small lick at trembling lips; “..his freedom.”

Master Lexius slowly lets Haldir go, stepping back, his hand the last to let go, sliding along his jaw line stopping at his chin, one final soft caress, before moving back completely. Haldir just stares at him, wide eyed.

“Why?”

“You can have him, buy him away just like that, you can even have me, you do not need my consent, so why?”

An enchanting smile; “I have my reasons.”

Chapter 10

“Naturally I don’t expect you to make a decision just yet… First…”; Master Lexius holds up a key ring with several keys on it.

“I’ll show him to you, then you decide.”

Master Lexius goes to open the barred door to Haldir’s cell, telling him in a calm voice that if he even breaths in a wrong way, his Faramir will be dead, he has made sure of that, he lifts his head while he opens the door completely; “You may kill me, but he, his brother, a dozen other slaves and yourself are swift to follow.”

A simple nod from Haldir and Master Lexius takes his chained hands in his and gently opens and removes the lock, when he hears the chains hitting the stone floor, Haldir has to suppress the urge to just wrap his hands around the neck of this evil man and squeeze…

Instead he feels elegant fingers caress the marks left by the chains, his hands are turned over so the gentle digits have access to the bruised and very sensitive skin of the inside of his wrists. When thumbs start to rub soothing circles against the aching flesh, he looks Master Lexius in the eyes.

“Let go.”

With a smile Master Lexius releases him; “Of course.”

Turning his back to Haldir in an arrogant gesture, master Lexius leads him out of the cell and into the corridor. They make their way through the complicated pattern of small corridors until Master Lexius stops in front of a door, he puts his head inside and Haldir’s Elven hearing pick up the words; “Get them ready.”

He closes the door again and they move on till they reach a cramped flight of stairs, Master Lexius goes first, but looks down on Haldir who follows with something in his eyes that makes Haldir very nervous.

When they reach the top, master Lexius opens a wooden door and lets them both in, revealing a small dark room, just as they enter somewhere below them candles are lit and Haldir sees that that there are big windows over looking a room below. At a gesture from Master Lexius he walks over and stares down.

The room is empty except for a chair and on that chair sits a naked man, after a moment Haldir recognizes him as someone who was with Faramir the first time he came to his cell. The pieces come together as Master Lexius leans against him from behind and whispers; “His brother.”

Boromir

Boromir shifts in his seat and Haldir notices from the way his body moves that his hands are bound behind his back, then another candle is lit and he can see him more clearly and gasps at the angry welts and bruises all over Boromir’s skin.

“He tried to protect him.”

From the part of the room he can not see as it is directly beneath the room they are standing in, a naked figure holding a candle emerges. Haldir’s breath stops for a moment as he recognizes the battered shape of Faramir. He wants to spin around to confront Master Lexius but is pushed forward against the glass by strong arms. “Just watch.”

Faramir moves towards the bound figure of his brother, lighting himself with the candle, he stops in front of Boromir and kneels, gently nudging at his brothers legs till they open and allow him to slip in between. Still holding the candle he sits up on his knees and lays his hand on the back of his brothers head and slowly pulls him in for a kiss.

A small sound of shock escapes Haldir. But they are brothers… They shouldn’t… When he sees Faramir’s hand trail from the blond hair, over the neck, chest and finally making its way to his brother’s groin, he tries to turn around, he doesn’t want to see this. Master Lexius grabs his hair with one hand, holding him in place while his other hand pulls on a chord.

Somewhere below them a bell can be heard and both brothers turn towards the sound, fear in their eyes. A man runs over to them and lashes out with a horse whip, not caring who he hits, although Faramir in his current position takes most of it, his sharp outcry of pain tearing at Haldir’s heart. He sees Faramir struggle to hold the candle up and then he feels his hair being swept away to reveal his neck.

Silken lips move against the skin at the base of his neck; “You stay still and watch, I have arranged this little performance just for you and every time you move or look away, I will pull that chord and he will lash them, do you understand?”

Haldir feels Master Lexius’s body move against the back of his and whispers hoarsely; “Yes.”

Immediately he hears the bell again and the man stops and moves back out of sight. Haldir sees a small shudder go through Faramir’s body but then he returns to his task, kissing his brother, still holding that candle and his free hand is now moving in Boromir’s lap in controlled motions.

Anger is beginning to build in Haldir; “Why am I watching this? What do you hope to gain from this?”

“Ah well, that is easy, I thought it would be only fair if you would know a little bit more about the man you love. You do love him don’t you?”

Gritting his teeth Haldir answers; “Yes.”

“Well this is how he spends his days, fucking, fucking his own brother more precisely. Of course he doesn’t just fuck his brother he fucks others as well, but he does.. fuck.. his.. own .. brother.”

The lips are back at the base of his neck, moving, forming words, making his skin crawl; “Doesn’t that disgust you?”

“He doesn’t have a choice.”

“No.”

“But you do, don’t you? You could free him from this, with just one simple word, you could make it all stop, with just one word…”

Tears blur his vision as Haldir stares down at the little form of Faramir, letting his brothers cock slip from between his lips and turning around to impale himself on it, they look so small, so far away, but then he sees Faramir’s face scrunch up in pain and he has never felt such pain himself.

“I may have torn him a little… Oh watch here it goes, all the way in…”

“No, please stop, anything you want, please, make it stop, I can’t bare this anymore, just.. please.. stop…”

“All I want Elf, is your consent. So tell me, will you let me fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“That’s all I needed to hear.” Immediately Haldir feels Master Lexius reach before him and start to unlace Haldir’s leggings; “Wait! Let him go!”

“Oh I will, I will, but after.” There is the feel of cold air on his ass as Master Lexius pulls his leggings down just enough and then he feels himself being pushed, face first, against the glass. The small thud sound it makes, makes Faramir look up and lock shocked eyes with him. First Faramir looks away in shame, but then he understands what is going on and he raises his frightened eyes at him again, keeping them there.

A blinding pain sears through Haldir, causing him to cry out before he stops himself by keeping his lips tightly shut, he breathes heavily through his nose, trying to somehow deal with the feeling of being split in half. And then Master Lexius starts to move, rocking him against the glass and into new levels of pain he never knew existed.

He knows he’s bleeding bad, feeling it run down his thighs and pool at his feet, Through pain blurred vision he sees Faramir bob up and down on his brothers crotch, his eyes never left Haldir, his face a mask of pain and tears, but somehow, somehow he tries to give him strength, letting him know he is not alone.

Haldir feels the darkness closing in on him, but this boy, this man, that is so desperately trying to be there for him, he can not leave him, not like this. So he holds on and after several endlessly stretched minutes he feels hot seed filling him and Master Lexius pulls out. As he finally lets his broken body slip to the floor and into unconsciousness, the last thing he sees is Faramir getting off his brother and running towards him.

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.”

Chapter 12

He found it when one of the servants forgot to lock his door, the library. He breaths in the air of hundreds of books, his fingers travel over covers, caressing the leather, he smiles.

There is magic to be found in books, you just open one up and there it is.

He looks around him, there is no one in sight. As silently as he can he takes one of the books from the shelves and opens it, his forehead wrinkles as he takes in the unfamiliar forms of words, on occasion he thinks he can make out a word, but that is about it. He is about to put it back, when it falls. Cursing himself he bends to pick it up, when he stops and slowly lets himself fall to his knees.

Elves. There are pictures of Elves in this book, his fingers hover over the ink drawings. A sudden noise from downstairs makes him look up, he hears footsteps on the stairs, without thinking it through he grabs the book and runs back to his room, gently closing the door and then hiding the book underneath the mattress.

He sits himself down on the bed, as the door opens, Master Lexius comes in with a surprised look on his face at the door being unlocked, but it changes to a smile as he sees Faramir on the bed.

“It looks like my little birdie had a chance to fly and didn’t, what a good little birdie. Of course the one who let the birdcage unlocked will have to be punished, I don’t suppose you know who it was, little birdie?”

Faramir shakes his head. Master Lexius takes him in and Faramir knows he knows he is lying, but Master Lexius’s amused eyes just twinkle; “No, I didn’t think you would.”

With a few steps Master Lexius closes the distance to stand before Faramir, he lifts his hand and caresses Faramir’s hair, before lifting his other hand to do the same. Slowly he uses his hands to tilt Faramir’s head, threading his fingers through reddish hair. He bows down. His lips drift over Faramir’s, then he dips lower and lets his tongue play along his throat, up to the jaw line and back to waiting lips.

When the gentle kisses become more passionate he kneels, nudging at Faramir’s legs with his knee and when they open up, he moves in between them, his hands find their way to Faramir’s tunic, sliding it off his shoulders. Releasing reddened lips he latches onto a nipple, eliciting a groan from Faramir, his hands slide over his chest and then make their way to Faramir’s back, wandering and caressing, the tunic is completely removed now and Master Lexius looks Faramir in the eyes for a moment.

He knows now, he knows this man’s greatest need, permission. He wants him to want it, whatever pain or intense pleasure he inflicts, he wants you to need it, crave for his touch. You will never know if he will be gentle or cruel, but you must be willing to take it all.

Faramir lifts his hands and never taking his eyes of Master Lexius’s, he unfastens his leggings and lifting himself a little slides them off completely, when he kicks them away, Master Lexius smiles.

“Are you going to do it yourself or do you want me to do it?”

After a single look from Haldir, Boromir knows enough; “Alright, I’ll just turn around then.”

He listens to the sounds of Haldir not letting on how much it hurts and when he doesn’t hear it anymore he turns around. He thinks that this is the second time he had to patch someone up after an attack by that foul Master Lexius. He sighs, he wishes there was something he could do, but first this Angel or whatever it is, has to be able to walk, he can’t just leave it here like this.

Haldir puts the piece of wet cloth he ripped of his cloak down and tries not to notice that it is soaked with his blood.

“So were you really a virgin?”

The complete shock of being asked something like that at a time like this, makes Haldir first look up and then he starts to laugh. “I see where Faramir gets it from now.”

At that Boromir has to laugh as well, thinking of his very direct little brother and the many times he had wished Faramir thought before he spoke.

“And to answer your question; no, I wasn’t, but I was in the way of being on the receiving end.”

“He loves you, you know.”

“I know.”

“Do you love him?”

“Yes.”

For a moment the Elf and the man look at each other, then Boromir silently nods and gets up; “I will try to get us some food, you rest and when you can walk, we will find him.”

When he thinks that Faramir is soundly asleep, Master Lexius slips out of the bed, grabs his clothes and very quietly leaves the room. He walks over to his room, goes inside, puts on a robe and then makes his way downstairs.

When he reaches the darkened kitchen, he opens the backdoor and as he suspected the men are already there waiting for him, he holds out his hand and one of the men takes the offered money and the small map with written directions on it.

Speaking directly to their leader he says; “Make sure they are both dead and their bodies will never be found.”

Chapter 13

In and out. Faramir bites down on his lower lip, hard. Forever, this has been going on forever and it will never stop, he lifts his head, his hair flipping back and caught and twisted between strong fingers. He is being pressed down again, his cheek on the mattress, being rubbed against it with every movement. Too much, his wrists hurt from the ropes, the hard flesh inside him makes him see stars on every in and outwards stroke, more, oh please dear Gods more, but never enough and make it stop, please, go on, stop, don’t, more, till all he can think is please.

Please

And it goes on, hands drag over his sweaty skin, all his senses are on fire, he feels the pace quicken for the third time that night, his master is going to come again, but this time he feels a merciful hand between his legs. He hopes. His breathing stops as with all his being he hopes. He feels tears start to surface as gentle fingers work at the complicated pattern of knots that has prevented him from coming, the second it loosens, he lets go. He feels everything stop as his whole body tightens and tears are running down his cheeks and then all goes black.

From the safety of the trees Haldir and Boromir look down on the group of men that are looking through their little camp. They are desperately looking for footprints, but walking backwards and at the same time ‘wiping’ their footprints away with a leafy tree branch, has erased all traces.

As the men come closer, Haldir and Boromir turn towards each other. When they are directly beneath the tree they are hiding in, the man and the Elf leap off their branches at the exact same time, taking a few men out immediately. They grab for the swords the men were carrying and make to stand back to back, watching the remaining men come to their senses and come for them.

Not waiting for them to come close Boromir raises his sword above his head and with a great roar, runs and plunges the metal in one of the men. Haldir looks surprised for a moment, but quickly recovers to take on two men at the same time, matching their strikes and administering a rain of well aimed blows, till one of them lays bleeding on the ground and more have made it towards him. His measured quick paced movements make up a deadly dance, his eyes are calculating, the blue shining bright with determination, failing is not an option.

Boromir on the other hand is all brute force and fire, roaring and screaming he hacks in on his enemies, what he misses in training and experience, he makes up for by sheer passion. He takes out one after another, until he swirls around only to hit air and it is only then that he takes a moment to look around him. There are about 12 bodies laying around and Haldir is kneeling besides the last man to still be alive, binding his wrists together and propping him up against a tree.

In just a few big strides he is next to them. Haldir looks up; “It was that Master Lexius.” He turns back to the man, he stares into the frightened eyes, blood from a head wound slowly obscuring one of the man’s eyes. “Boromir, would you mind getting some water?”

When Boromir comes back, Haldir has bandaged the man’s wounds and made him as comfortable as he can. For a moment Boromir takes in the tired form of the Elf, even with barely healed injuries he has managed to not only fight off half or maybe more of the men, but managed to not got hurt himself. And within moments of being a fierce and focused warrior he was now himself again, quiet, practical and caring.

They give the man the water and then move themselves out of his hearing. Boromir stares in determined blue eyes; “He says that they have been sent here about a week and a half ago, he knows nothing of Faramir and he is very afraid of master Lexius. I think we can use him.”

“Use him?”

“Yes. He knows more of the city and more importantly he knows of men that are not so happy with Master Lexius being as powerful as he is. He could get us into contact with them and we could persuade them to work together with us and take Master Lexius down.”

“And free Faramir.”

“Yes.”

“Well let’s get to it then!”

Faramir opens his very tired eyes to find himself alone. He stifles a pained moan when he shifts his body, better to lay still, but no matter how great the pain, he reaches out his arm and feels under the mattress. When his fingers brush over the leather he relaxes, it is still here. He lets himself drift off to sleep again.

When he awakens again he is still alone but feeling a little better, he sits and takes some of the water and food left for him, then he listens very intently for a few moments and when he is sure that no one is near, he reaches beneath the mattress and pulls out the book. Using all the tiny bits and words he recognized, he has started to teach himself how to read. It is coming along very slowly but surely and he is fascinated by the bits he now understands. The book is almost like a guide into Elves, explaining all sort of things about their habits and ways.

His fingers move over the page, reading sentences over and over till he can make out what it means. Suddenly he stops. He rereads the paragraph he has just finished, it is like his heart stops and then he screams.

Master Lexius comes home to find his household in an uproar, frightened servants tell him that the ‘young man’ has gone violent, trashing his room and fighting anyone who dares enter. With angry strides he makes his way up the stairs and he can hear the noise of a room being torn apart from about halfway, it just makes him angrier. He opens the door and immediately Faramir is upon him, hitting him where he can before he recognizes him. For a mere second a shudder goes through the young man’s body, then he starts fighting with renewed strength, screaming: “You! You killed him! Murderer! Don’t touch me, don’t ever touch me again! You killed him!”

As Master Lexius uses every last bit of his superior strength to hold Faramir against him, squeezing his arms and legs tight so he can’t hit or kick at him anymore, he still hears him; “You… He is dead, because you… Don’t touch me! NO! no… dead… you…”

A quick but very effective blow to the head and Faramir slumps against him. Master Lexius takes the still body in his arms and walks him out of the room and into another, ordering his servants to take care of him. He returns to the trashed room and just stands there, until his eye lands on a book sticking half out from under the bed where it was dropped. He picks it up, reads the page and understands.

Chapter 14

Master Lexius stares in anger at the young man huddled in a corner, Faramir has been like this for a week now, cowering away from him and when he does try to touch him, fighting him with all of his strength. He even had to have two servants hold him down as he made him drink some water and eat some porridge, as he refused all nourishment. He has told him over and over again that he hasn’t killed Haldir, that he had his consent, of course the fact that he has since ordered him and Faramir’s brother to be killed, he will keep to himself.

Looking over the scared youth, master Lexius has had it, he has tried, but enough is enough;

“Boy.”

“I will say this one time and one time only, either you stop this and come to me right now, or I will come and get you and believe me you don’t want that…”

Faramir swallows and with frightened eyes stares into the hard blue eyes of his master, he looks at the boiling rage in there for a moment and then slowly closes his eyes and speaks; “No.”

After a week of travel at a murderous pace Haldir and Boromir arrive back at the city. Boromir stops his horse only yards from the gate, Haldir turns around to ask if anything is wrong, but doesn’t as he sees Boromir’s eyes glide over the white wall.

“In all these years I have never seen this city from the outside.”; Boromir says, his voice very soft as he reaches over to let his hand hover over plastered stone. He then seems to remember himself and looks up in Haldir’s gently understanding eyes. A small nod and they are on their way again, the man they spared leading them through busy streets.

After the man has made some inquiries, Haldir and Boromir find themselves standing before a rather fat, bald man named Dremair. The beady eyes of the man take them both carefully in as Boromir explains their plans to him, but linger longer on Haldir’s lean form. His gaze moves up and down his body and he licks his lips.

“Is this the famous Angel that Lexius had purchased before any of us even had a chance to put in a bid?”

“My name is Haldir.”

“Oh!”; Dremair claps his hands and his face lights up with joy; “It speaks!”

Before any in the room have the time to even lift a finger Haldir is holding a knife to Dremair’s throat; “_It_ will do a lot more than speak if you do not help us.”

“Now, I suggest you listen to what we have to say and you may even find it beneficial…”

Haldir releases the man and steps back; “Boromir.”

Suddenly noticing that he has been staring, his mouth hanging open in surprise, Boromir quickly closes it and clears his throat; “Right, as I was saying…”

Haldir takes in the house adorned in rich carvings across the street, they are so close now, he sighs and turns back to the handful of men that Dremair has granted them.

“Spare whoever is in there, we don’t want to hurt anyone besides Lexius, is everyone clear on their task?”

The men nod and Boromir grips Haldir’s shoulder; “Lets go and get our boy.”

Haldir grips Boromir’s shoulder in return and then turns around and leads half of them to the front door, while the rest of them will go round back. Haldir knocks on the door, his muscles tensing, ready to throw himself in as soon as someone opens the door. The servant that answers the door doesn’t even have time to open her mouth, the men with Haldir in lead are already pushing her aside, one of the men grabbing her and silencing her with a hand over her mouth.

Going from room to room, Haldir encounters Boromir, sword in hand, he shakes his head at Haldir, he is not downstairs. Very silently Haldir runs up the stairs, again going from room to room, he starts to worry, something isn’t right here, it is too quiet. He feels his heart rate go up as he makes his way to the last room he hasn’t searched. He doesn’t know why, but he dreads opening this door. Very carefully he opens it just enough for the smell of fresh blood to overwhelm him. His blood freezes in his veins and he forces himself to open the door further, his blue eyes shining with fear for what he will find.

The first thing he sees is a bed drenched in blood, he opens the door fully and tries to stop his hand from shaking as he sees even more blood on the floor and a foot, sticking out from behind the bed. He has to stop himself from throwing up from the unmistakeable stench of death, but then he hears Boromir call out to him, he screams back to him to not come in and closes the door.

He almost jumps out of his skin with shock as his Elven hearing picks up softly murmured words, coming from behind the bed. A flash of hope surges through him as he all but runs to the bed. And there huddled in the corner, naked and covered in bruises, welts, cuts and blood is Faramir. Haldir wants to scoop him up and hold him close, but then he notices that Faramir hasn’t even reacted to his presence, he just sits there mumbling, his eyes fixed on something. Following Faramir’s stare he finds himself confronted with the hardly recognizable and mutilated body of Lexius.

He quickly looks back at Faramir to find that he is clutching a knife in his trembling, blood covered fingers, knuckles white with the power of his grip. Haldir feels his heart sink as he thinks on what must have happened here, what Faramir must have gone through. He closes his eyes for a moment as the mumbled words finally get through to him.

“…don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me…”

Haldir sinks to his knees, not caring about the blood staining his clothes, he wants so badly to reach out and touch Faramir, but he doesn’t know whether his touch is wanted or not, or even if the Faramir he knew is even there anymore. He speaks to Faramir in a hushed tone, he says his name, he tells him it is him, that he has come for him, Faramir won’t you talk to me, please?

But Faramir keeps his eyes on the bloodied corpse and keeps saying the same thing over and over again. Haldir has no idea what to do and finally finds himself give in to the emotions that have haunted him for so long now, as he bends his head and cries.

After a few moments, he suddenly realises that the murmured words have stopped and looks up. Faramir is staring at him, his face expressionless, blue eyes big and hazy; “Don’t cry. Angels don’t cry.”

And then his eyes roll up in his head and his body slumps against the wall and starts to fall to the floor, but Haldir catches him, lifting him up, the knife falls to the floor and Haldir cradles Faramir to him, making his way out of that disgusting room.

Chapter 15

“Go get a sheet or something else to wrap him in.”; at Haldir’s barked order one of the men hurries out the room, clutching one of Lexius’s servants by her arm to lead the way. Boromir hovers around Haldir trying to better see his little brother, who Haldir is still cradling close to his body, hiding him from sight.

“What happened, is he alright? Let me see him!”

“Not now Boromir.” The man returns with a sheet and Haldir wraps Faramir in it as fast as he can; “We have to go.”

Boromir grabs Haldir’s upper arm, “We are not going anywhere before you tell me what is going on and if he is hurt, then we are certainly not going before he is taken care of!”

“Boromir! We have to go, let go of me, NOW!”

“No! What in the Gods names is going on?!”

Haldir glares at Boromir, but then his features soften, he looks around him and then leans in closer to Boromir to whisper; “He has killed Lexius, we have to go because when he is missed and they find him like this, we will have the whole city after us.”

Boromir pales as realisation sets in, it was the one thing they had to agree on to get Dremair to lent them his men. Lexius could not be killed, harmed yes, but he had too many powerful men as friends, who would want revenge if he were murdered. He swallows and nods. Haldir nods as well in answer and then clutches Faramir a little tighter to him; “Tie the servants up together and gag them. You can notify someone to go and ‘find’ them in about an hour from now.”

As the men busy themselves with the servants, Haldir makes a movement with his head to Boromir and they make their way to the backdoor, they are out of the building and three streets away before the men even notice they are missing.

Running all the way to where their horses wait, all packed up and ready, an extra one for Faramir, they hear the first screams behind them when they reach the stable doors. Within moments they are on the horses and making their way through white streets at lightning speed. The sound of hooves bouncing off the walls is quickly being followed by alarm bells. They reach the gate just when the alarms reach the guards, who are starting to close the doors.

Haldir leans forward over Faramir’s still form. “Like the wind”; he whispers in Elvish; “be like the wind.”

The horse raises his head and then stretches it out forward, his muscles ripple beneath his skin, his mane moves in the wind and he practically flies through the closing gate, followed closely by Boromir and the extra horse. The heavy doors shut and set them free.

First he is scared, but as master Lexius comes at him, he feels himself get very quiet inside. It is not like it matters anymore, nothing matters anymore, all hope is gone. He feels ridiculous for holding on to dreams of a better life as he is dragged through the room by his hair. Blows falling wherever master Lexius can reach him. As his clothes are torn off him, he tells himself; this is your life, there never will be anything better than this, this is it. While he is made to kneel on the floor, his wrists bound to a chair before him, he almost smiles at the irony of it all, this is it, the cane hits his bare back, pain.

This is your life, this is what you are. For a moment he feels sad for the boy who used to dream, used to believe in something better. But that boy is no more.

Only pain now as the cane comes down on his back in an agonizing rhythm, master Lexius standing over him, screaming at him, but he doesn’t hear.

He is surprised to notice tears rolling off his cheeks and then out of nowhere there is a white hot pain running threw him, he smells burning flesh and he screams out his pain. He jerks up as much as he can within his restrains and then doubles over, his forehead nearly touching the ground. He struggles for breath and hears master Lexius tell him that next time it won’t be just a poker, he is to be branded as his property.

His property.

The quiet inside Faramir begins to turn to fire, as master Lexius begins to untie his wrists believing him to be broken. Faramir knows what will follow now, master Lexius will fuck him till he will bleed. The second he is loose, Faramir pushes at master Lexius and runs for the door, only to be stopped and hurled back. Before he can regain his footing master Lexius is upon him, throwing them both over, they roll over the floor, hitting each other where they can. Master Lexius is stronger and has more experience, but Faramir fights with pure desperation, grabbing whatever he can to hit him with. Kicking at him, spitting, clawing, grabbing handfuls of white blonde hair and ripping it from Master Lexius’s head. Finally he can gather his legs under him and kicks master Lexius away.

He jumps up and then sees the knife that has cut him so many times, leaving burning pain in scarlet on his body, laying on a table by the bed. Master Lexius scrambles up and follows Faramir’s stare and at the exact same time they both jump for the knife. Landing on the bed, Faramir reaches it first, but master Lexius lands on top of him. A struggle follows, in which the knife goes from hand to hand, master Lexius laughs and rubs his crotch on Faramir, making promises of what he will do to Faramir and then suddenly the knife is in Faramir’s side. It is a shallow cut, but Faramir’s eyes widen and all reason leaves him as the fire inside him turns to an inferno. He screams and grabs master Lexius’s hand with the knife in it and with all that he is pushes.

The world before his eyes turns crimson and he will never remember what happened after that.

Chapter 16

It is night by the time Haldir and Boromir are convinced that they have lost their pursuers. They find a place to make camp by a little stream. Carefully Haldir lays Faramir down, his eyes filled with worry at the blood that has soaked through the sheet, but he is even more concerned that Faramir hasn’t woken up yet.

He carefully arranges the sheet around Faramir, his hand unable to resist stroking soft hair from his forehead, drifting off and lingering on a bloodied cheek. He sighs and gets up, makes his way over to the stream leaving Faramir to his very concerned brother. As he goes to get some water to start washing away the blood, he finds himself in doubt. Wondering what to do. There are a million what ifs going through his worried mind, as he looks back over his shoulder at the two men.

He turns his head back and stares at the moonlight reflecting off the water, trying hard to ignore the pain he feels inside. Pain for a young man who has went through things, that he would not wish on anyone, especially not on the one who is so close to his heart. Pain for the internal argument that Faramir is far too young for him, but somehow he just knows that they are good for each other. And finally pain for himself. For what was forced upon him, what almost killed him and what haunts him every time he closes his eyes.

Not now.

Haldir uses the same words that have gotten him through the last weeks. Not now, I will deal with all of it another time, right now Faramir needs me.

He straightens himself and then bends down to fill the bowl with water and returns to the brothers to find Boromir starting a fire. He smiles at the blond man, a small smile of gratitude, that doesn’t quite touch the sadness in his eyes and then kneels down. Setting the bowl aside he gently starts to rip pieces of the sheet, he takes one of the pieces, submerges it in the water, wrings it and then starts to wash Faramir’s face. For some reason he has to start there, he swallows as he thinks of what lays hidden under the sheet and he can’t bring himself to remove it just yet.

The wet cloth travels over Faramir’s face and Haldir finds himself smiling as his fingers follow in its path. The way the light of the flames play over Faramir’s face, plays with Haldir’s heart as well. Beautiful, he thinks, his smile widening, just beautiful.

A sudden urge to see the blue eyes that go with the face under his hands, makes Haldir remember again and he puts the now pinkish piece of cloth aside and starts to remove the sheet from Faramir’s upper body. He goes slow, stopping at times to gently work free parts that are stuck to Faramir’s body in dried blood. Finally he is done and for the first time allows himself to really look. Mainly scratches, he thinks, as he begins to clean Faramir’s chest, and some bruises.

As he cleans his arm, he stops as he reaches a badly bruised wrist, the hand with the cloth hovering as he stares at a spot where the rope has cut deep into Faramir’s flesh. Unwanted flashes of Faramir’s face screwed up in pain, as his body moves and the rope tightens, go through Haldir’s mind. He digs his nails into the palm of his hand, the pain there helping him to shut out the pain within. He shakes his head and biting his lip, he continues.

Haldir finds himself trembling as he lays beside Faramir. He is not sure whether he is furious or heartbroken, all he knows is that what he found on Faramir’s body he wishes to never see on him or anyone else ever again. He hears Boromir move in his sleep and remembers the way he had to hold the screaming and cursing man, till he broke down, rested his head on his hand and cried.

It was the terrible sight of Faramir’s burned flesh that was the final straw for both of them. Boromir cursing himself for not taking better care of his little brother, cursing Master Lexius to burn for all eternity, cursing the whole world for allowing something like this to happen. And Haldir just held him, held him till after the tears dried up and then laid Boromir down to sleep and laid himself down next to Faramir. Carefully wrapping himself around him, trying to protect what he had already failed to protect once.

“Never again.”, the soft Elvish words an eternal promise.

Faramir opens his eyes and the first thing he sees is an arm. The soft morning light paints the grey tunic it is covered in a dark shade of pink. He stares at the long, elegant fingers that are laying on the grassy ground.

They could be his. But he is dead. Faramir frowns. They could be the other one’s. But he is dead too. Faramir frowns deeper. Why do I think he is dead too?

Very carefully Faramir turns his head to face whoever is behind him and is confronted with glowing beauty. Maybe I am the one who has died?

Chapter 17

“Haldir?”

Haldir’s eyes instantly clear and he stares into confused blue eyes, for a moment they just stare at each other. Then Faramir repeats his question even softer than the first time; “Haldir?”

Faramir moves himself around in Haldir’s arms, facing him, his hand moves to touch Haldir’s face. His voice comes out in a faint broken whisper; “I thought you were dead.”

Unable to say anything back Haldir just gawks at Faramir and then pulls him in closer to his body, mindful of his injuries, but needing him to be as close as possible.

For just one heartbeat Faramir’s body goes rigid, but then he relaxes into the hug. He closes his eyes, breathing in the clean scent of this beautiful Elf. He finds himself wishing for all things to come to a stop, so he can stay like this forever. But then Haldir speaks; “We should wake Boromir, he has been worried sick for you.”

Faramir unconsciously pulls Haldir even closer to him, burying his head in his chest as he whispers; “Just a little longer, just let me have you for just a little bit longer.”

I’ll have to let you go soon enough, please let me just have this…

Unaware of the last words only spoken in Faramir’s mind, Haldir bends his head to kiss Faramir on the top of his head and continues to hold him. Slowly the silence takes over, only interrupted by the morning song of unseen birds. Their heart rates slow until they beat in the same steady rhythm.

Haldir opens his eyes and smiles when he realises it, knowing it to be the beginning of a bond that will never be broken. Inside his soul he gives praise to the ever wise Valar for helping him find this great Man and giving their blessing on their union. He loosens Faramir just enough to hold his head between his hands. Faramir feels saddened inside and reluctantly opens his eyes to face the inevitable end of his one perfect moment.

The inner light in Haldir’s blue eyes stuns him, he hardly has time to think about the meaning of it as Haldir’s lips are coming closer to his. Breath caresses him as Haldir just stays there, his lips slightly opened, leaving the final decision to Faramir.

All Faramir can do is give in, closing his eyes and leaning in. He leaves gentle pressure on silken lips and they open to him. Softness moves against each other, unrushed and intense. Unbeknownst to either of them, this is where the healing begins, where souls begin to mend as the love for each other fills the wounds left by others.

Overwhelmed, Faramir backs away a little bit, when he opens his eyes he lets out a small surprised sound; “Haldir, you are glowing!”

Haldir smiles and lets his hand caress Faramir’s cheek; “So are you, my love.”

Faramir stares at the shining beauty for just a bit longer, but then lets his head drop; “You shouldn’t call me that…”

“Why not? It is how I feel about you.”

“Because you shouldn’t feel that way at all, I am not worthy of your love.”

“Faramir…” Haldir lifts Faramir’s chin up, but Faramir immediately tilts his head away, his eyes staying firmly on the ground. Haldir is about to say something, when Faramir speaks; “I just can’t Haldir, not now,” he looks up into Haldir’s eyes, “I just can’t let you love me, not now, not after what I…”

Faramir stops himself and Haldir starts to rub his back in soothing circles, hoping it will help him speak his heart. Faramir chews on his bottom lip and then looks up at the sky. Haldir sees unshed tears shimmer in sad, blue eyes and then Faramir gets up in a hurried movement and walks off.

Haldir sighs and shifts himself to an upright position, a little sound to his right makes him look in that direction and he sees Boromir all but ready to storm after his little brother. He gives a small shake of his head at the Man; “Just leave him be Boromir.”

“But he is upset.”

“Yes.” Haldir stares at the little sitting figure of Faramir in the distance, “He is.”

Without Haldir seeing it Boromir’s face scrunches up in irritation; “So we are just going to leave him crying his eyes out all alone?!”

“Yes.” Haldir turns his head towards the angry Boromir and the tears in the Elf’s eyes startle him a little; “We are.”

Haldir turns his head back and stares at the ground, his voice sounds shaky and soft as he says; “We are going to leave him alone and wait for him to come to us.”

His voice breaks down to just a whisper; “No matter how much it hurts.”

And with that Haldir gets up and starts to gather together their few belongings. Boromir just stares at the Elf and then shakes his head and mumbles under his breath; “Just when I thought I had him all figured out…”

After deciding that the safest place for them to go, was Haldir’s home in the Golden Woods, they rode all day.

Boromir kept glancing over to his very silent little brother with sadness in his heart, Faramir never was silent, he used to talk his ears off his head. It was on one of those glances that Boromir saw it. Faramir’s eyes were glued to the back of a certain blond Elf, but when said Elf turned around, Faramir would be carefully studying the reins in his hands. Boromir felt himself smiling, apparently not all of his brother’s personality had been lost.

That night when Haldir laid himself down to sleep he smiled as well, all day he had felt Faramir’s eyes on him and even though his beloved hadn’t so much as spoken a word to him, he felt hopeful.

Haldir awakens because someone is leaning over him, in a flash he pulls out his knife and holds it to his attackers throat. He is shocked to find it is Faramir’s throat that he is threatening to slice, but before he can take it away, Faramir leans in gently, forcing Haldir to move with him. When Haldir is completely laying on his back, Faramir’s face only inches away from his, Faramir takes the knife with trembling fingers and puts it aside. Haldir feels slightly uncomfortable, his face full of questions, but then Faramir leans in further and kisses him. He feels his eyes slide shut and his body start to tingle as he gives himself over to the moment.

It is not until Faramir pulls away that Haldir opens his mouth to ask what is going on, that immediately a finger is placed on his lips and a small shake of Faramir’s head silences him. Faramir shifts a little on top of him and Haldir only now notices that they are both rock hard. From the way Faramir shifts again he gathers that he has noticed as well. Faramir’s hand moves to the top button of Haldir’s tunic and stops there, Haldir looks up and sees Faramir’s quiet eyes take him in. Knowing he is been asked for permission he nods and then feels his tunic being unbuttoned, one button at the time.

When his tunic is completely opened, he feels hands slide under his undershirt, starting at his belly and then moving the fabric up. He sighs with the lovely feeling of hands sliding over his flesh, but he is still unsure of what is going on and if all of this is not too much too soon.

Next he feels a hand still over his trapped erection, rubbing it a little through the fabric, he lets out a surprised moan, but when Faramir’s hand starts to unlace his leggings, he can’t help but grab Faramir’s wrist, questions and warnings in his eyes.

All Faramir does is lean in again and kiss him, slow and sensual and then he breaks the kiss and stares at him again. Haldir looks deep into Faramir’s eyes and then very carefully lets go off his wrist. Faramir undoes his leggings as well as his own and he feels Faramir spread the pre come over his erection and take both their lengths in his hand and just start to rock. Faramir bends down again and Haldir opens up to him, deepening their kiss.

For a moment memories of another time when his leggings where unlaced just enough to provide someone access flash through his head, but there is something about this Man, this gentle moving, this all over body sensation that speaks of giving, rather than taking and he feels himself relax, just riding these gentle waves of love.

They move in silence for some time, tasting each other and just moving enough to get some friction, but keeping their pace slow. When Haldir feels himself get close, he puts his arms around Faramir, pulling him closer to him and the soft sigh that caresses his ear, pulls him over the edge and into comfortable bliss.

They kiss for a few more moments and then Faramir cleans them up a little and lays himself down, draping Haldir’s arm around him until he is spooning him. When Haldir kisses the top of Faramir’s head he hears a little sigh and then he feels that Faramir has fallen asleep. Smiling to himself, he lets himself drift off to sleep as well.

Haldir wakes when Faramir tries to get up without waking him, he snuggles in closer for a moment, but lets go as he feels Faramir tense. His back still turned towards Haldir, Faramir whispers;

“I’m sorry.”

And then he all but runs away.

Chapter 18

Boromir sighs as once more he shifts his gaze from the back of his little brother, to the golden haired Elf. Something has happened last night, he just knows it and whatever it was, it wasn’t good. The Elf sometimes moves his head to cast a sideways glance towards Faramir. But his brother has gone very quiet and shy and keeps his eyes on the ground or ahead of him at all times. Boromir shifts in his saddle, he has almost been able to taste the tension since the moment he woke up. He wants to go and talk to Faramir, but, his eyes go back to the slightly slumped figure of Haldir, he had said to let Faramir come to them. Boromir sighs again.

Faramir lets himself slide off the horse when they stop to make camp for the night. He takes care of the horse, he gathers wood for the fire, he sits down with them to eat, he listens to their predictions of maybe only having to ride for just one more day, two at most and then he rolls himself up under his blanket, his back turned to them and lays with eyes wide open, waiting for them to fall asleep. When all is quiet for at least a half an hour, Faramir gets up. As quiet as he can, he makes his way to where Haldir sleeps.

He kneels besides the sleeping figure and takes some time to just absorb the beauty of his beloved Elf. He almost reaches out to stroke some hair behind a pointed ear, but holds himself back at the last moment. After a swift look at his softly snoring brother he bends down and just hovering over Haldir, he whispers in his ear; “Follow me.”

Without waiting for an answer he gets up and makes his way to the small gathering of trees near their resting place. He comes to a halt under the trees, he lifts his head, listening to the rustling of the leaves above his head. The wind moves his hair as he turns around and faces the softly glowing being. They stand and stare at each other, blue melting into blue and then Faramir practically runs over to Haldir, grabs his face with both hands and kisses him.

Haldir’s arms enclose his beloved and pull him in tight, as he feels Faramir’s desperate passion course through his body as well. It takes a while before it registers to Haldir’s mind, but then he notices Faramir fumbling with the laces of his leggings and lowering himself to the ground. He grabs Faramir’s upper arms and lifts him up. First Faramir struggles against the Elf’s iron grip to try and get back down on his knees, but then he stops and while keeping his eyes on Haldir’s body instead of his eyes, he whispers in a small broken voice; “Don’t you want me?”

Understanding begins to grow in Haldir’s mind as he grabs Faramir even tighter, trying to force him to look him in the eyes; “Yes, I want you Faramir. All of you, but not like this.”

Faramir looks up for a mere moment, before looking away again, but in that moment Haldir saw the unshed tears he tries to hide. Faramir swallows and answers; “This is all there is. This is all I am.”

“No, my love.”

Haldir pulls Faramir against him, holding him in his arms; “There is so much more to you.”

Without warning Faramir pushes himself free; “You don’t know that! You don’t know me! Look at me! This is all I am! A whore! Only good for one thing! A whore, a whore and a…”

Faramir’s voice breaks, as his hands come up in frustration; “Murderer…”

The fight dies out in Faramir as sudden as it flared up, his arms fall to his side; “How could you ever love that?”

Haldir walks over to Faramir and puts his hand on his cheek; “I just do. I know that you can’t believe it right now, but I do. I will spend my lifetime loving you, Faramir.”

Tears are now flowing freely, as Faramir stands in silence of Haldir’s words. He makes no protest as Haldir pulls him back in his arms and lays his head upon his shoulder, gently caressing his hair.

“I’m just so tired.”

“I know, my love. Come, rest, I’ll keep you safe.”

Obediently Faramir lets himself be lead down to the ground until he lays within Haldir’s warm embrace, he sighs as finally the always present thoughts come to a halt and he gives himself over to sleep.

Boromir wakes up and finds himself alone. In barely contained panic he goes in search of the others, only to find them asleep in each other’s arms beneath the trees. A smile spreads over his face as he turns around and goes to make breakfast.

Chapter 19

A child ran, ran for his life, his lungs were burning, his legs were tired, but on he went in a world of greys and greens. Flashing by trees, jumping over rocks, must go faster, the beast comes. The enormous hairy thing that was in pursuit was drawing near, baring its teeth and growling its upcoming victory as it was gaining on the child. It was only yards away, feet, inches. The child could feel its warm breath on his neck.

A brutal shove and the beast landed on the child, smothering him with its weight, the child cried out, and took hold of anything to grab on to, trying to get away. And to his surprise, he did. He stood, panting, with eyes wide, as he stared at the motionless beast, several arrows sticking out of its back and gruesome head.

A soft noise made him turn, to see a figure standing in silence. The child stood, in awe of the ancient aura that emanated from this regal presence. Something sent by the gods themselves. He asked: “Are you an Angel?”

The being smiled and said, in the most beautiful voice the child had ever heard: “No, little one, I am an Elf, but you may call me Haldir.” An Elf, the child didn’t know what that was, but he thought he had never seen anything so magical in his life. He took a few steps closer to this magnificent being, but then the vision turned around, to look over his shoulder before suddenly running off.

The child shouted after him; “Please don’t go!” But the Elf was long gone, if not for the arrows, it would have been as if he had never been there.

“I don’t understand.”

The boy was struck so hard he tasted blood.

“There is nothing to understand, you take it in your mouth and suck it.”

“But I don’t want to, it tastes funny!”

Cruel laughter filled the air; “You have nothing to want, boy… You are mine…”

A child ran, ran for his life.

“You know, don’t you? You know what I do to boys, you know what I will do to you. Tell me boy, tell me what I am going to do to you.”

“You’ll hurt me, master.”

Must go faster, the beast comes.

The collar moves down and he feels it being fastened around his neck.

Forever, this has been going on forever and it will never stop, he lifted his head, his hair flipped back and was caught and twisted between strong fingers. He was being pressed down again, his cheek on the mattress, being rubbed against it with every movement. Too much, his wrists hurt from the ropes, the hard flesh inside him made him see stars on every in and outwards stroke, more, oh please dear Gods more, but never enough and make it stop, please, go on, stop, don’t, more, till all he can think was please.

Please

The child could feel its warm breath on his neck.

“You! You killed him! Murderer! Don’t touch me, don’t ever touch me again! You killed him!”

He screamed and grabbed master Lexius’s hand with the knife in it and with all that he is pushed.

The world before his eyes turned crimson and he will never remember what happened after that.

A brutal shove and the beast landed on the child, smothering him with its weight

“…don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me…”

A figure standing in silence.

I will spend my lifetime loving you, Faramir.

“Are you an Angel?”

“I will be your Angel, if you let me. Forever…”

“Forever?”

“Forever.”

Faramir smiles in his sleep, as his fingers unconsciously slide over Haldir’s palm and then entangle with elegant fingers. Haldir presses a gentle kiss to the back of Faramir’s head. He wonders if Faramir knows he shared in his dream. He holds the Man in his arms just a little tighter and sighs as he lets himself slip off to sleep again.

Chapter 20

5 years later.

Faramir awakens and smiles as he tries to squirm out from underneath the weight of his newly acquired husband without waking him. He freezes when Haldir mumbles something, but then he rolls away and Faramir slips out of bed quickly. On bare feet and naked, he makes his way to their small kitchen, lays bread, meats and fruits on a platter and lets his thoughts drift back to the ceremony of the day before.

With these words I bind you to me, my love. Spoken in honesty and true affection, I lay before you, my heart.

His eyes sparkle as he recalls the feeling of silent awe, that yes, those words were about him and spoken by the proud warrior gently holding his hand. He remembers the silent, but smiling Elves that stood around them, he remembers how the light fell onto Haldir’s beautiful blue eyes just before he bent down to catch his lips in the very first kiss of their married life. He remembers how Boromir tried to conceal his misty eyes and then gave up all feeling of dignity to hug his little brother tight, lift him off the ground and spin him around.

Smiling, he takes the platter back with him to the bedroom. He sets it down and makes to wake Haldir, but then he stops himself. Instead he merely takes him in, his friend, his lover, his Angel. Slowly, he reaches out and very gently he brushes some blond strands from his face.

He whispers; “You are beautiful like this. At rest. You are almost never at rest, always guarding those dear to you, always the protector. I’ll let you rest a little longer, guard you for once.”

He grabs one of the sheets that has fallen to the ground, wraps it around him and moves out the door. The fresh morning air greets him, when he opens the door and steps onto their balcony. He just stands there, enjoying the early, almost hesitant sun on his face and the soft breeze that caresses his hair.

The Golden Woods.

Faramir still thinks that it looks like something out of fairy tales, something too beautiful to be able to exist in this world, yet here it is and he is living in it. Surrounded by love and light and far away from the world of Men.

When he first came here, after having woken up in Haldir’s arms that one morning, he felt it weigh so heavily upon him. He was a Man. He was why these glorious creatures were in hiding. It didn’t matter what Haldir told him, he was tainted, unclean, he had murdered, he was truly and completely Man. It made him want to hide himself from them all, he didn’t look anyone in the eyes for many days, despite much reassuring from both his brother and Haldir.

Then, it had felt as if the woods had gotten very still, as if everything held it’s breath and a majestic Elven lady had appeared. All he could do was stare at her open mouthed, while she bent down and whispered in his ear. By the time she stopped talking, he had tears in his eyes and just nodded to her in response. She had simply smiled and gone away again, but her words remained with him till this day.

Welcome Faramir, child of Men.

I have heard your soul cry out to me for many days now, so I came. I came to tell you what you have forgotten. I came to tell you that you are loved and that you love back. Completely and with all your heart.

That there has been so much darkness in your short life, but you conquered it and now you wish to hide the darkness inside you, from all our eyes. I came to tell you that this darkness can not be conquered, it needs to be forgiven. By you and only you. So you will know yourself as we already do.

As he already does.

You will have a wonderful long life together, you were truly meant for each other. The Valar have smiled upon this union.

Forgive yourself, Faramir. Child of Men.

So very slowly, he had. He started to listen to what those around him were saying to him, instead of what his head was telling him they must think of him. Day by day he grew more confident, day by day he allowed himself more to be. He learned to read and astonished himself by devouring book after book in no time at all. It was on one sun filled day, when he sat quietly at the edge of the practising field and watched Boromir train amongst the Elves, in awe over what a powerful warrior his brother had become, that a strange need came over him. He got up and left, a certain pair of blue eyes following his departure.

He went into the hut he shared with his brother, sat down at his desk, took paper and pen and wrote. He wrote about pain and great love, about brothers forced into lovers, about a lost Angel that stood tall and proud and it felt right. He wasn’t sure how, but it fitted. He wrote on with a smile on his face and outside Haldir left the window he had peered through, a matching smile tugging at his lips. Since that day he has written many tales, bringing smiles and tears to many.

So now, many years later, here he stands, at peace, at home. The slave boy that could not read, is now a man, a writer and, Faramir can’t help but smile, a husband.

The door opens and two arms wrap around him. He leans into the familiar warmth and scent of his lover, kissing him on the cheek before turning around to kiss him properly.

“Haldir!” Faramir gasps at the sight of Haldir standing there before him naked and hastily tries to cover them both with his sheet. Haldir lets himself be covered, but then takes Faramir into his arms and says;

“Don’t worry, no one saw, you were guarding me.”

Faramir takes in the twinkle in Haldir’s eyes.

“You heard me?”

Haldir face becomes serious again, as he softly whispers;

“I’ll always hear you.”

The platter of food forgotten, Faramir and Haldir find themselves in their bed. Hands roam over muscled backs, tangle in hair and move back down to caress buttocks. They kiss like all there is, is today, this moment. Legs entwine, hard flesh is rubbed against hard flesh. Faramir gasps, eyes still closed and he licks his lips as Haldir moves down his body. A trail of kisses is followed by fingernails as Faramir’s cock disappears between his lover’s lips. He moves his hips up and moans as Haldir takes all of him in. Their fingers entwine and he holds on tight as Haldir hums around him. He shudders and all thoughts disappear as the need builds and builds and then…

Haldir gently licks him clean, waiting for his lover to catch his breath. When he feels fingers caress his cheek, he moves up for a kiss. He feels Faramir’s tongue lick at his lips, cleaning him in return and he opens up, letting him fully explore, tasting the unique taste of them. It is not until he feels Faramir’s cock stir beneath him, that he sits up.

Faramir smiles that little smile that makes Haldir impossibly harder and then rolls onto his stomach. Letting his left hand caress Faramir’s back and ass, Haldir dips the other into the bowl of oil by the bed and slowly lets one finger tease Faramir’s entrance. Moving it back and forth until Faramir starts to push his ass up. It is only then that he lets one finger slip inside, listening to the sounds of pleasure coming from his lover, he decides that it is time and oils himself up.

Even though Faramir is still loose from the night before, he can feel him tense around him when he slowly slips just the head of his dick inside. Gently rubbing Faramir’s back, he stills and waits. When he feels his muscles relax somewhat, he starts to move in short stabs, rocking himself inside Faramir’s ass, getting him to open up more, trying to hit his pleasure spot on every calculated move.

He moves a little faster now, burying himself deeper and deeper inside his lover’s tight, hot body. Faramir throws his head back, arches his back and lets out a long, throaty moan. Haldir hands grip his hips and pulls him back on him, Faramir moves up on his knees and he pushes back on him, meeting Haldir’s every deep, hard thrust.

Fingers grab the sheet as Haldir lets go of one hip to reach beneath his lover’s body, his fingers look for and find Faramir’s cock and curl around it. The temperature rises, the sounds intensify when Haldir moves faster and faster, his hand moving at the same rhythm as the hard flesh sliding in and out of Faramir.

He is so lost by now, just holding on, wanting more and more, wanting this to go on forever, hanging on by a thread, that he is taken by surprise when Faramir moans loudly, clenches down on him and he can feel his cock pulsate in his hand. It is too much. With a few more thrusts, Haldir empties himself inside Faramir’s trembling body and collapses on top of him.

Tiredly, they roll to their sides and kiss. Their eyes almost closed, they exchange words of love and then finally, finally, they sleep. Bodies entwined, hearts joined, they sleep and from somewhere, far away, Angels watch over them, as they always have and always will.

The End

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