Disclaimer: I do not own the settings, characters, events (excluding the events that explore certain relationships between characters that Tolkien didn't include in his book, but sooo should have *j/k* Tolkien is a genius. All hail him or be impaled on a sword....a metal one, you perverts XD Anyways...) Yes I hardly own anything so don't sue me. I earn nothing from this except a couple of comments and maybe a flame or two. I love both. Flames to warm the room where the characters from LOTR have man sex, and comments to make my day.
Title: I Will Return
Summary: Eomer is taken captive by a reluctant Faramir who wants to help him but his own life will be in danger if he does. A story of how these two warriors come to trust and help each other and how they eventually find friendship and, dare I say it (I do, I do XD), love.
Rating: NC17, M, R.....errrr, it has a fun little smut scene at the end (actually it's not very little at all and if you want to just read that, then skip to almost the end, but it's a lot better if you've read the whole story).
Warnings: Man sex.......WITH EACH OTHER! XD Ummm, I also suck at writing LOTR fanfiction because I can't get the style right. There is also stuff in this story that will probably have Tolkien's ghost trying to claw my eyes out while I sleep, and it is a loooong story.
Author's notes: This was only supposed to be a couple of thousand words but I got a little bit excited and went overboard. I wanted Eo and Fary (the nicknames are a violation, I know, I know, but they're not in the story so stop threatening to send unidentified species feces to me) to develop a real friendship, trust and relationship before they realise that they're into each other and have crazy man sex on a table. Actually, they don't do it on a table but I can make them if you want: they're surprisingly willing characters. I also used the looks of the characters in the movie. So Faramir has rust coloured hair and blue eyes, and etc.
Anyway, continue on for the little (sarcasm) fic.
The forest of Ithilien surrounded Eomer and his faithful horse, Firefoot, as the noble beast trotted along the thin, winding path. Eomer swayed in the saddle, struggling to stay upright as his senses were clouded by pain and weariness. He barely took in his surroundings, too focused was he on the stinging on his back, the sharp pain in his chest and worry about the immediate future.
Eomer of the House of Eorl, former Third Marshal of Rohan and King Theoden's sister-son, was banished from Rohan by Grima Wormtongue, the King's advisor. The Worm had tried to lay hand on his sister Eowyn, but Eomer had stopped him, slamming him into the wall and threatening him with death. For this, he had been dealt fifteen stripes of a whip, a beating by the guards and banished from Rohan with nothing but simple clothes and his horse. Eomer knew it was all Grima's doing and that the worm had long been in Saruman's service and had corrupted the King's mind, but King Theodred was too far gone to the spell and there was no reaching him.
Now, as an outcast, Eomer had traveled many leagues, trying to reach a party of Rohan's finest warriors who had traveled into Gondor on urgent business. He knew there were many men there who would remain faithful to him and Rohan, so he desired to ask for their help and bring the King back from darkness. He was weary though. The whip wounds on his back had stuck to his tunic and he suspected he had a broken rib. Every time he moved he winced in pain and his head was starting to spin, making him lose his balance.
Suddenly a voice, seemingly out of nowhere, called "Halt. State your name, loyalty and purpose".
Eomer reined Firefoot in, coming to a stop before he was aware of a man standing half concealed by a tree to his right. The man had an arrow on the string of his bow and was aiming it at Eomer, though he appeared not willing to shoot just yet.
"Eomer of the House of Eorl, sister-son of King Theodred. My loyalty remains with Rohan and my purpose is to meet with a group of her soldiers who passed by here not long ago".
The man came further out from behind the tree and dropped his arms to his side, but Eomer still could not see his face because it was hidden by the hood of a cloak. Through the dizziness, Eomer saw the man make a signal with his hand and out of the forest stepped roughly twenty men, all with arrows trained on Eomer.
"My apologies, Lord Eomer, but I am not permitted to let anyone pass our borders without speaking to Denethor, steward of Gondor first. These are dark days; anyone suspicious must be brought before him" the man said, almost apologetically. As he spoke, recognition dawned on Eomer's face. He knew that polite, gentle voice.
"What news from Rohan, Lord Eomer? What could send the King's kin across borders, unprotected and clad in simple cloth to search for his men? Is there more bad news that we have not yet heard?"
The man whoever he was, was obviously quick and his mind was sharp. And yet, Eomer could still not think where he knew that voice from. He had to give an answer though, and he thought that it would be best to give the truth.
"I am afraid that the King no longer thinks of me as his kin. I have been banished from Rohan" Eomer said bluntly.
The bowmen said nothing but the silence grew tense, as if they were troubled by his answer.
The man who was speaking to him, swept back his hood and spoke, "That is grave news indeed, Lord Eomer".
Startlingly bright, blue eyes gazed curiously at him, set in a gentle but commanding face. Untidy, rust coloured hair fell to his shoulders and Faramir, youngest son of Denethor the steward of Gondor, stepped towards Eomer.
Eomer vaguely remembered the steward's youngest son from the various meetings that Rohan leaders had had with Gondor's. Faramir had been fairly quiet and hadn't talked much, and had simply watched the arguments and discussions carefully with a sharp eye. It was obvious that he was quite intelligent, well spoken, loyal and polite. Eomer had hardly ever spoken to him, but he had always admired his self control; if Gondor's rulers had spoken to him the way some of the leader's of Rohan had spoken to Faramir, Eomer certainly would have lost his temper. But Faramir just sat there, eyebrows furrowed in thought as he watched Rohan's representors rant and rave.
"Lord Faramir?" Eomer wondered in surprise. He hadn't expected Faramir to be a ranger in the woods of Ithilien. It was a strange position for the son of Gondor's steward to be given.
Faramir nodded in acknowledgment and gave him a grim smile but did not reply. Instead, he made another signal to his men and four stepped forward, towards Eomer.
"I apologize for this, my Lord, but we must assume that the king of Rohan has banished you for a just reason. I have been ordered to slay anyone who does not have the leave of Denethor, steward of Gondor", Faramir explained, lowering his eyes slightly, "But once, Rohan and Gondor shared an alliance and there has already been too much needless killing and I will not kill without need". The men walked quickly towards Eomer and he realised that they were about to arrest him. Already infuriated by being banished from his own home by a spying worm for no good reason, and irritated by the pain on his back and in his chest, Eomer did not plan to 'come quietly'. Firefoot, sensing his master's sudden anger and tension, snorted and pawed the ground uncertainly, trying to decide whether to await further instruction or to charge the men who were making his human friend so angry. The hooded and cloaked men saw Eomer's glare and tensed posture and they slowed, wondering how to approach this tall, strong man and his loyal horse. Faramir saw the men falter and looked up to see Eomer's infuriated, wild expression.
He quickly tried to calm him lest his men be injured.
"Please do not resist, my Lord Eomer. We do not wish to harm you, we are simply respecting the laws of our country".
Rather than being calmed, Eomer's rage built.
He was in quite a lot of pain, suffering from lack of food and water and was slightly delirious from it. He was not thinking rationally or clearly, so when Faramir spoke, all Eomer heard were threats, and looking around wildly at the hooded men, what he saw were enemies and Wormtongue's spies.
"Who are you all? Spies of the traitorous Wormtongue? Have you come here to take me back to his lair for more torture? You won't take me alive!", Eomer snarled at the approaching men.
The rangers hesitated and looked back to Faramir for further instructions, but he was just as confused as they were. He watched Eomer stare around wildly at the rangers like a cornered animal, making one last stand before being killed, and he understood that Eomer was not well. He was seeing his enemies everywhere and had obviously gone through something horrible recently. Faramir stepped forward to try and reason with the blonde warrior but, sensing movement, Eomer turned his gaze on him. Gathering Firefoot's reins in one hand, Eomer pulled and Firefoot stepped back.
Wary of the horse's hooves, Faramir stopped and raised his hands, palms outward, to calm the horse and to show Eomer that he was no threat.
Eomer saw Faramir approach him and he went insane.
He felt trapped, as if he didn't get past these cloaked men they would kill him. Intending to fight to the death, Eomer felt his temperature rising as his rage reached its peak, but he couldn't see straight anymore. Three days without food or water and no treatment for his wounds had made Eomer weak. His anger had pushed his body past what it could handle in its current state and it was starting to fail him.
The green of the forest started to blend and blur and Eomer felt himself starting to sway. He fought to stay conscious, pausing to try and swim through the gathering darkness but it was taking over. He felt the saddle slipping from under him as the world slipped into darkness and he knew no more.
TBC.......