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

Kirma 26.

"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. "Shouldn't you report to your father?" she asked to change the subject. The face Faramir made told Dante that he had forgotten and he rushed out towards the grand hall, Dante pulled her wings in and trailed behind him amused.

"Why did you not come to me immediately, Boromir would have come to me first!" Lord Denethor shouted. Faramir merely lowered his head in submission.

Dante, leaning against a pillar out of the steward's view bit back a snarl. Her human was an alpha, he should not be submitting so easily. She straightened and walked up briskly behind Faramir and wound her arms around his shoulders, leaning her chin on his collar.

"And who are you to order this fine young man around?" she smirked as she saw that the steward was sporting a rather colorful face, bruised and a broken nose.

"Y-you!" He stumbled back and pointed to her and yelled for guards.

"Aw, you still don't get it." Dante sighed and released Faramir to begin to stalk towards Denethor. He made a girlish noise and backed away.

"Guards! Stop her!" He shrieked but the guards did not move, fearing for their own lives. She stalked up to the old man and reached out but the steward ran away and jerked a sword from one of his guards and pointed it at Dante.

"You can't possibly threaten me moron." She laughed as his arms were shaking in fear as well as the sword being too heavy for him. Approaching him Dante took the blade in her hands and jerked it out of his grip and he stumbled to the floor in the momentum.

She once again lashed out with her foot and it slammed into his stomach making him choke and curl up. She snarled in fury at his cowardice when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her and pulled away.

Knowing it was Faramir, Dante relaxed in his embrace and let go of her anger. She spat at the pathetic form on the floor before allowing Faramir to drag her.

"What do you think you're doing, attacking my father?" Faramir hissed. Dante rolled her eyes.

"Did you not see his previous wounds; he continues to disrespect me when I am at a much higher rank, not to mention he's an idiot." She realized she was insulting her human's father. "I'm sorry, I can't help who I am; I will not attack him physically again, if I can help it." She added with a pout. Faramir's shoulders drooped.

"It is fine; I know that he is not in his right mind." He whispered and Dante felt horrible.

"It isn't your fault," she offered and he merely smiled sadly.

"If I had been like Boromir…" he trailed off and Dante felt like crying. Faramir loved his brother and father; but his father didn't love him and he believed his brother was dead.

Dante was going to wait for Boromir to wake but she realized that Boromir might not wake up in time before Faramir fully accepted his "death." She opened her mouth when Denethor's voice echoed along with Gandalf's.

They walked over and Gandalf was arguing with the steward.

"Faramir, make your report to me!" He snapped. Faramir nodded and walked up and stood rigidly straight.

"The Orcs broke through our defenses. They have taken the bridge and the West Bank. Battalions of orcs are crossing the River." He reported.

"It is as Lord Denethor predicted—long has he foreseen this doom!" A soldier shouted and Dante's fist connected with his jaw in mere seconds.

"Sure, foreseen and done nothing! He's a coward and yet you continue to stand beside the rat!" Dante spat at the frightened soldier she had just injured.

"Dante, please," Faramir said and Dante pouted and leaned against a pillar with her arms crossed.

"Yea, yea alright."

The meeting was short after that and everyone retired to their rooms. Dante, feeling like scaring the shit out of the steward and sent a clone to his room.

Minutes later screams filled the castle and Dante just sat on her bed, her clone had watched it all happen and she now had the memory; she cackled in amusement.

The next morning found Pippin regretting his actions before, kneeling in front of a man that he did not like saying vows and giving his loyalty to him. Well, pretend loyalty.

Denethor sneered at his son and refused to look at Dante as he moved to a large table full of food and only one place.

"Fat-ass," Dante muttered loud enough for those around to hear, causing Faramir to slightly choke on his burst of laughter. Denethor glared at her and sat down and began to throw food onto his plate.

"I do not think we should so lightly abandon the outer defenses; defenses that your brother long held intact." He glared at his son.

"What would you have me do?" Faramir asked his face full of shame and determination that made Dante want to cry.

"I will not yield the River and Pelennor unfought - Osgiliath must be retaken." He said and shoved food into his mouth making Dante close her eyes in disgust.

"My Lord, Osgiliath is overrun,"

"Much must be risked in war. Is there a Captain here who still has the courage to do his Lord's will?" He asked.

Dante could almost see the wheels in Faramir's mind turning and she felt her throat tighten as she saw the look on his face.

"You wish now that our places had been exchanged, that I had died and Boromir had lived?" He asked his voice soft and slightly quivering with emotion. Dante felt raw fury engulf her being when the man agreed.

"Yes, I wish that." She nearly attacked the man when she realized Faramir had to do this on his own so she settled for a strangled sound and clenching fists.

"Since you are robbed of Boromir, I will do what I can in his stead." He bows low to his father and Dante clenched her teeth so hard her brain hurt. "If I should return…think better of me…father." He turned and left to get ready when the next words left his father's mouth that made him pause.

"That will depend on the manner of your return."

"THAT'S IT!" Dante let out a loud cry and once again her foot connected with the steward's jaw. She was satisfied by the loud crack as food littered the floor as well as blood from the human's mouth.

Faramir spun around and saw his father being held by his throat by the woman he had begun to grow fond of and he couldn't help but feel satisfied by the odd angle his father's jaw was set at.

"You will stop this attitude, I knew Boromir and yes he was a dear man but he was foolish and it cost him his life." She let the man go and he landed with a crack of his ankle. She squatted beside the whimpering fool. She touched his chin and made him look up, she would have continued to lecture him had she not seen the haze of pain in the man's eyes and saw that he would not be really paying attention to anything but the pain. "Keh, worthless." She stood and walked from the hall, pausing only to softly apologize to Faramir.

Dante looked around and decided to fly, let loose her anger. She quickly scaled the wall outside and landed on one of the higher roofs and spread out her wings. Taking a running start, Dante lifted into the air and closed her eyes in relief.

Faramir exited the hall to see some of the servants gathering in a huddle and some around there pointing up and when he looked he saw a large bird flying around in the high clouds. Another glance he realized it was Dante, not a bird. It was a beautiful sight to see and he couldn't help but stand there and watch.

A few minutes later Dante landed right near Faramir and approached him slowly, her ears slightly lowered. "May I have council with you?" she asked bowing slightly. The man's eyes widened as the woman who had nearly killed his father treated him of all people with such respect once again.

"Of course," he replied bowing back. Dante led him to a more secluded area and sat down on the stone bench. He slowly sat beside her, confused as to why she was so sullen.

She folded her fingers together and fidgeted for a moment. She opened her mouth to begin but obviously she was having trouble with her words. Finally she spoke, though Faramir almost wished she hadn't.

"As you know, Boromir has died." She started, her eyes watching carefully as Faramir flinched. "But…your father does not know of the…circumstances…" she trailed off and once again glanced at him.

Faramir drew his back straight and looked into the distance but made no move to leave.

Suddenly Dante had his hand in both of hers and his eyes met with hers. "He was shot with three arrows; my clones were able to give him enough power to live." Faramir stared at her, his heart beating loudly. "But the only way he would have survived was that he would forgive himself so that his body could heal. For a while, he seemed to refuse to live." Dante bit her lip, "Faramir, you mustn't tell your father what I am about to tell you."

Faramir nodded but she gripped his hand tighter. "I must have your oath that you will not tell your foolish father." She growled.

He gulped and did so. "Boromir is alive." Faramir felt his body lose all warmth and run cold. He slowly shook his head in denial and Dante had to stand and put her hands on his shoulders to keep him from getting up.

"Listen to me Faramir. Yes, Boromir is alive but only just." Faramir stopped struggling in confusion and stared up at her. "He has yet to wake up, his wounds are nearly healed. It's his mind that needs healing now." Dante kneeled down and looked up at him.

"Why…why can I not tell my father?" He asked finally. Dante grinned and patted his knee.

"Because Boromir told me not to," she sat next to Faramir and bumped shoulders with him. "Before he went to sleep, he told me that if I were to ever meet you, to tell you everything; but to not tell his father. Boromir believes his father does not deserve to know and wants you," she patted his hand. "To be finally recognized."

Faramir felt his eyes burn with tears as he realized that his brother was alive. "He's alive, I can't believe it!" He whispered. Dante grinned and stood.

"I know that your father wishes you to regain the borders. I promised Boromir that I would keep you alive and I'm not about to break that promise. I will accompany you." She bowed gracefully before walking off leaving the human quite shocked.

Dante watched from the top of the outer wall as Gandalf tried to convince Faramir to not go to the borders where orcs ran there. She, like the soldiers, was garbed in armor and flanked with weapons. They exited the walls and Dante dropped down in front of them making the horses stomp their feet in fright.

"You all are not alone." She grinned as she walked up to Faramir and his horse. She patted the mare's neck before swinging herself onto the horse behind Faramir and wiggled into the saddle, forcing the man to scoot forward. "Haha!" She laughed at the embarrassed look the man had as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "Let's go kill some orc shall we?" She asked. Faramir nodded and signaled to the other men and they began to move forward towards the outer border.

Dante could feel Faramir's heart beat through his back as she laid her head against it. She knew what she was doing was dangerous; she liked Faramir too much. She hadn't known the man for very long but he wore his heart on his sleeve and she couldn't help but want to get to know him.

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