Youko-chan=Ok so finally Faramir has entered the story. The pairings have changed somewhat

AKA Boromir/Eowyn and Dante/Faramir

Arda Rana, Thalion Maethor Lhûg yassen Anca en Lhach ar' Lith

Kirma 25.

She snarled and sank her claws into its neck and threw it to the ground, the momentum taking her with it.

They crashed into the ground and rolled, the creature bit Dante on the shoulder. She shrieked and tore out a good chunk of its chest in retaliation. They fought for a few moments before Gandalf came galloping up, Pippin in front.

The white wizard thrust his staff upwards and bright light shone. Dante snarled as the creature tightened its jaws around her arm and she swung her arm out and her nails split its head open. Shrieking, it struggled around before pulling away and struggling to fly away, the light burning its dark skin.

Dante, furious at the creature for injuring her and her new human, sent out a long stream of fire from her hand and it engulfed the creature and its rider. It fell to the ground in charred remains. Dante pulled herself up and grimaced at the condition of her right wing which was close to tatters and was angled in an awkward position.

"I had it sorted." Dante mumbled as Gandalf slowed down beside her. He raised an eyebrow as she gripped her wing and righted the bone. "I'm fine," she snapped and let her healing jutsu take care of most of the tears in her wing ignoring her other wounds in favor of facing the humans.

"What are you?" one of the soldiers asked. Dante looked over to see that the soldiers had taken off their helmets and she could now see her human's face clearer and she was pleased to see that he was indeed handsome and fit.

"Dante Sumi, trained assassin at your service." She made a dramatic bow and extended her now healed wings.

"Dante!" Pippin cried and held out his arms. Dante smiled and picked him up from the horse and allowed the hobbit to embrace her tightly despite the fact that he was aggravating her injuries. "When I saw that thing bite you-don't keep doing this to me!"

Dante patted him on the back and faced the soldiers again but noticed the face her human made was he stared at Pippin.

"This is not the first Halfling to have crossed your path…" Gandalf breathed. Dante started when the man shook his head, his eyes raising up to meet Dante's.

"You've seen Frodo and Sam?" Pippin asked in shock. The man, Faramir, shook his head.

Dante closed her eyes and allowed a tear to escape her eye in despair and relief.

"Where, when?" Gandalf said quickly.

"In Ithilien, not two days ago. Gandalf – they are taking the road to the Morgul Vale." Dante gulped, having a feeling that this was bad.

"And then the Pass of Cirith Ungol…"

"What does that mean? What's wrong?" Pippin asked, his grip around Dante's neck tightened. She shushed him as Gandalf proceeded to ask Faramir to tell him everything.

They quickly moved into the castle and into their living quarters. Faramir then told them of Frodo and Sam's trail, what happened and how Faramir promised not to tell his father about the Ring. She barely noticed her own wounds despite the fact that they were bleeding, staining her clothing.

"They are being led by a creature called Gollum."

Dante snarled and Faramir did not flinch merely glanced at her. "That creature is not to be trusted!" He nodded.

"Yes, but Frodo was stubborn and refused to let us destroy the creature." Dante heaved a sigh and sat back against the bed post, her clawed hands stroking Pippin's hair where he had laid his head on her lap fast asleep. She winced at her wound and pulled down her mask so that she could breathe more easily.

"I know that you have told me that your name is Dante, but what is your purpose here? I do not doubt your power as I've seen it first hand," he bit his lip and looked away. "But my father would not have allowed this."

Dante bit her own lip as she tried to keep from laughing but it was futile as a squeak made it known from her throat and she was soon giggling. "That pathetic piece of flesh, keep me from doing as I wish? HA!" She snapped her jaws making a loud click. "I don't think he'll have anything to do with me anymore." She snickered and looked out at the window.

"What have you done to my father?" Faramir asked, his voice harsh with so much concern that Dante hissed at him her tail flopping back and forth on the bed in anger.

"Nothing that he doesn't deserve." She bit out. "I merely…pushed him about." She jutted out her bottom lip in a pout and noticed with glee that his eyes seemed trained on her lips. She cackled in her mind.

"More like beat the living daylight out of 'em." Pippin mumbled and shifted on Dante's lap who glared at him in betrayal.

"What?" Faramir started.

"He insulted me, and he would have done worse had I not put him in his place. He is a steward and wanted to prevent the rightful king for taking his place as ruler of Gondor." She snapped. Faramir stiffened but relaxed with a sigh.

"I see…" He trailed off. Dante stood, making sure Pippin was comfortable, and crossed over to Faramir.

"Don't worry, Aragorn will not judge you with your father's actions." She said with a smile as she touched his shoulder. His light brown eyes moved to meet hers and he smiled faintly. Dante stood and clapped her hands together. "Now…I'm hungry." She stated and Gandalf choked on his pipe smoke in an attempt to chuckle.

"I will have some servants come and bring some food. I will return in a moment." Faramir said as he stood and left the room.

"Did you have to tell him that I beat his father up?" She snapped at Pippin who grinned and stretched on the bed.

"Might as well find out through us and not through his father," the hobbit then narrowed his eyes. "And what's with you being all touchy feely with him?"

"He's got the scent that attracts my demon, stronger than any of my previous human lovers." She stated so bluntly that Pippin flushed bright red.

"Attracts?" Gandalf asked. Dante nodded.

"Yes, I am not above having human lovers; only that they must be as strong as I am, or at least close to my strength. Of course that is impossible normally but where I came from humans had powers and the capability of having inhuman strength so there were two men in my lifetime who were close to my strength. My demon is attracted to a certain scent as well; it's not so much as a fume, more of an essence that gets my demons attention."

Gandalf nodded as Dante continued to explain the details about demons. Faramir and a thin servant boy returned with a large plate of food. "I know that hobbits eat a lot," Faramir said as he sat down. Dante noticed that he still had the scent of blood.

"You're injured," She stated from her seat. He shrugged and sat down and watched amused as Pippin began to scarf down his food.

Dante grabbed the plate of meats and brought it over to her before Pippin ate it all. "I'll heal you when I'm finished eating. " She said before she realized how much pain she was in now. "Ouch." She muttered and pulled her shirt down to reveal the messy gash in her arm and shoulder.

"My god, you've yet to be treated!" Faramir stood and ordered the servant to retrieve bandages. Dante opened her mouth to refuse when Gandalf poked her with his staff; when she turned to face him in question he merely wiggled his eyebrows.

"Pervert," she muttered and proceeded to stand and walk over to the small screen. She pulled off her shirt and hissed when the material that had stuck to the injuries peeled away some of the drying blood and shredded skin.

Making sure her tank top was still intact enough to hide most of her; she walked out and sat down. She couldn't help but smirk when Faramir spun around to not look at her scantily clad upper body. Dante then turned towards her wounds and inspected them. They were very warm to the touch and throbbed. She tried to use her chakra to heal it but they simply stopped bleeding. "Looks like I'll need to stitch them up…" She winced; she hated the feeling of stitching.

The servant arrived with the medicine and bandages and was dismissed. "How troublesome;" Dante muttered and winced as Faramir began to help clean her wound that was now oozing blood again. "Ouch, careful damnit!" Dante gnashed her teeth together to keep from lashing out with her claws.

She didn't understand, she was used to pain, she took pride in her endurance to pain; why did this wound cause her to react so violently. "Nazgul have venom, a bight from that thing is deadly for a human." Faramir said as he rinsed the bloody cloth.

"Hmph don't put me with your kind I'm a pureblood for goodness sake." She sniffed but her aloofness was foiled by a sharp cry erupting from her throat. "FUCK ME!" She shouted and jerked away from Faramir's reach. "Gimmie my bag Pippin!"

The hobbit hurried over with her pack and she began to rummage through it with her good arm. "Aha!" she pulled out her own kit and found her medical thread and needle. She threaded it and twisted inhumanly around to begin to sow up her wound.

"But it hasn't been cleared!" Pippin gasped.

"Hush up, I know what I'm doing I've had worse wounds than this you know." Dante said, her eyes trained on her wound. She then stopped at the end leaving it unfinished.

Setting the needle down Dante took in a deep breath before breathing it out and pulling out a thick piece of leather, "this is gonna hurt." She muttered and jammed the leather into her mouth and bit down before letting a flame start at her finger before spreading to her palm. Breathing through her nose, Dante then slammed the fire onto her wound and a strangled sound came from her throat.

"What are you doing?" The others shouted but she ignored them and allowed the flame to eat away the poison and clot the wound. She then let the fire go and it wisped out. Pulling her hand away, the others saw the wound now burnt but closed the thread untouched.

"This is what I love about ninjas, fireproof thread." She grinned and finished sowing up her wound. Dante then stood and began to stretch out her arm to make sure she had movement and hissed when the wound stretched a bit but didn't open. She allowed Faramir to wrap the wound in bandages and then pulled a vest on.

"Now, you've got blood on you as well, I can smell it." She stated. Faramir glanced at his arm and chest where blood stained his shirt. Neither of them noticed Gandalf dragging Pippin from the room quietly.

Dante snatched Faramir before he could leave and shoved him into the chair. "Take your shirt off, you was kind enough to help me with my wounds, allow me to return the favor." She tugged at his shirt and he reluctantly took off his shirt, wincing in pain.

His wounds weren't terrible; he'd be healed in no time. Dante began to clean the wounds carefully, secretly cheering at the chance to be able to touch her human. "I can heal these in a moment; I just want to make sure that you do not get an infection beneath the new skin." She explained.

Dante memorized the contours of his upper body; she stealthily touched his skin and bit her cheek to keep from grinning when he closed his eyes momentarily. "There, now just hold still,"

Faramir watched in surprise as her hand began to glow green and she touched his wounds and was shocked to see his skin knit together like time had been moving much faster. When Dante pulled away there were no wounds and Faramir felt more refreshed than he had for some time.

"How did you do this?" He asked and felt sheepish at the look Dante gave him. "Thank you." She smiled and sat beside him.

"I'm not human obviously, but I have what is called Chakra," and she was off explaining what she was, where she came from, and only the basics of what she could do.

"That's incredible," he breathed as Dante allowed him to inspect her wings.

"I'll say, don't stop." Dante sighed as his feather light touch paused. "I-My wings were damaged in my fight and they're a bit sore." She covered and Faramir nodded and continued to lightly massage the wings, his hands moving lower towards the base and Dante had to swallow quickly as he found one of her hot spots.

"Ah, that's one place you need to be careful with," she said shuffling her wings and turning around. She smiled and Faramir returned it.

"I'm sorry," he trailed off as Dante waved him off.

"It's no biggie; it's just one of my demon heat spots, very…sensitive." She stressed the word sensitive and Faramir obviously caught on as his face slightly flushed.

Youko-chan= hu hu hu hu! BAMF!