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

Kirma 35.

"Then don't expect to be at the party long."

Dante blinked and had to think for a moment about what he meant before her jaw dropped. She looked up at Faramir whose face continued to look straight as she imitated a fish.

"How vulgar!" she cheered and leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek and then nipped at his earlobe. "We make an appearance and then we leave deal?" she whispered. Faramir continued to walk but his arm untangled from hers and wrapped around her waist as he pulled her flush to him.

"Deal." he whispered as he hovered his lips over hers and Dante closed her eyes as her heart began to pound but was disappointed when Faramir pulled away without kissing her. His hand gave her bum a squeeze before taking her arm again and leading her into the Great Hall were the festivities had already started.

Dante saw Pippin and Merry already on tables dancing with their mugs of beer, Frodo and Sam were clapping happily with the crowd, and the rest of the fellowship was engaged in a rather intense drinking game. Boromir and Eowyn were giving out the mugs; even Éomer was included in the game, though it looked like he was already going to lose. Gandalf was nowhere to be seen but Dante wasn't worried.

"Ah Faramir, come join us!" Gimli roared over the crowd and Faramir smiled. He led Dante over to them and took the beer mug.

"To the Fellowship!" Aragorn toasted and they all raised their mugs in salute and drank deeply from them. Faramir swallowed and was surprised by a heated kiss from Dante who took some of the beer still in his mouth before pulling away.

"Hey I'm part of the original Fellowship; I just can't drink more than a sip of beer without going out cold." Faramir rolled his eyes before drinking the rest of his beer. He put the mug down and touched Dante's shoulder.

"Aw come on brother, you're not going to stay?" Boromir asked. Faramir smirked, a rather sexy expression on him Dante observed.

"No, I have some other party to enjoy." he stated loudly and the crowd began to wolf howl as Faramir pulled Dante away from the group to say hello to the hobbits.

Dante pulled Pippin and Merry into a quick hug before letting them continue their dancing. She moved onto Frodo and Sam and gave them each a kiss on the cheek and a tight hug. Faramir then took Dante's hand and she gladly allowed him to pull her away from the Great Hall.

They didn't wait to enter Faramir's chambers as Faramir took Dante's wrists and pinned her against the wall. He moved up close to her and kissed her very slowly. Faramir was indeed improving as Dante once again went weak in the knees as she tried to kiss him back.

They did not even notice Lord Denathor walking down the hall and spotting them.

"What is this?" He thundered. The two lovers pulled apart to see Faramir's father staring at them, shaking with anger. "You little whore, sullying my son's reputation!"

"Oh so now he's your son, sod off you prick, I'm extremely horny and I wish for Faramir to fix it. I don't particularly enjoy an audience so leave." Faramir gazed at her heatedly as Denathor spluttered in fury.

"You have no right-!" he was silenced as Faramir gripped Dante's backside and lifted her so that she would wrap her legs around his hips and straddle his waist. He kissed her deeply and Dante forgot about the annoying Steward's presence as Faramir walked with her in his arms past his father and towards his chambers.

Dante's body was on fire as she kissed Faramir, both ignoring the shouts of Denathor echoing down the hall. Finally, they got to Faramir's chambers and Faramir was quick to deposit Dante onto his bed.

Faramir crawled up and over her before slowly kissing Dante again making her moan desperately. He began to use his tongue to map out her body, every marking, every scar, every tattoo; he paid special attention to the metal plate in her shoulder.

He did not see the ugliness of the many scars, only the beauty and character they gave her. Faramir took the piercing at her navel between his teeth and pulled at it ever so slightly drawing out a delighted shriek from Dante.

Dante's body was beautiful, long limbs and dark skin that glistened with sweat

She needed him and Faramir needed her.

They made love several times into the night. It was dawn and the first light from the sun hit Faramir's window. Slowly as the sun rose for the day, the light traveled up and hit Dante's sweaty body, which was arched in pleasure as she rode Faramir. Her tail was wrapped around his leg, keeping her balance.

They both screamed each other's names as they climaxed and finally Dante fell limp at Faramir's side.

"I'm going to be sore for the next few days." Dante whispered as she draped her arm over Faramir's sweaty chest. The man could only nod, apparently Dante could transfer chakra into others for more energy and she had done so with him, he had never been so exhausted and satisfied in his life.

Dante carefully laid her head on his shoulder, mindful of her horns. Her mind drifted to the reason for her next journey. If she had to return…would Faramir come with her, could he come with her? What would she have to sacrifice to stay here?

"The sun is rising; you should start on your journey." Faramir murmured, his eyes were closed but there was no bitterness in his tone, Dante was grateful for that. She nodded and sat up to stretch her sore muscles.

Faramir was beginning to dose off so she kissed him softly before getting out of the bed. Her legs crumbled as she tried to put weight on them. Dante fell to the ground with a light cry and landed on her hands and knees. Her body shook with silent laughter as she struggled to get back up. Her little fall didn't stir Faramir and she was thankful for that.

Dante hurried through washing her body and setting up for the week's long journey. Finally she was dressed and packed; Dante took one more glance at her slumbering lover before leaving the room.

Aragorn and Legolas were in the great hall already. Dante bid them goodbye and set off outside. Once she was there, Dante transformed and began her journey to Lothlórien.

Dante used the time as she flew to clear her thoughts and raked her memory for any clue as to what her destiny in Middle Earth contained.

Two days into the trip, Dante felt something in her heart seize near nighttime and she rushed to get to the ground. No sooner than when she touched the ground, Dante's body shifted into her human form and she screamed. Her horns painfully retracted into her skull, her tail slowly shrank and her hair darkened to what looked like muddy brown. Dante watched in horror as her claws dulled. She rushed to find something to see her reflection but could not find one.

Dante closed her eyes in disgust and sat down on a tree trunk that had fallen. She was hideous; she could never let Faramir see her like this. She was weak hanyou and he had fallen for a strong demoness. Dante looked up into the sky and saw that it was three days after the new moon, it was nothing but a thin sliver of light and Dante knew she would hate these nights forever.

Dante waited out the night, constantly on her guard, her guns were heavy in her hands as she kept them out. Finally the sun broke through the darkness and Dante once again returned to her more demon form. She quickly transformed and took flight.

It took her a good three days to arrive at the giant forest.

When she arrived, Dante returned to her more human form and headed towards the inner parts of the forest where she remembered Lothlórien to be.

You have returned. Galadriel spoke to Dante through their minds.

Yes, my duty here is done, I wish to once again try and look for my missing memory.

Very well. Galadriel pulled from her mind and allowed Dante further into the forest. The beautiful elf was waiting for her at the edge of the city, as usual dressed in white silk that draped over her elegant body perfectly.

"Come." The elf ordered and turned away to walk towards the glade the Fellowship had been given to stay in all those months ago.

Galadriel motioned Dante to sit on a moss covered root and joined her. "You've done so much in this world, and yet it is not even your world to save." Galadriel spoke, taking Dante's hand into hers. The elf closed her eyes and Dante could feel the probe and allowed Galadriel into her thoughts and memories.

Dante watched as the elf's face remained void of emotion as she searched through her mind. They stayed like this for two hours and neither of them moved. Finally Galadriel blinked and lifted her head.

"There is a sacrifice that must be paid if you wish to remain here." Dante's eyes widened.

"What kind of sacrifice?"

"Your demon heritage." Dante felt like she had been punched in the chest. She would have to become human. She let out an outraged scream.

"Haven't I already sacrificed enough? I've helped save Middle Earth isn't that fucking enough to stay?" She buried her hands in her hair and pulled at it. Her tail lashed out and around with her anger.

"Demons do not belong in Middle Earth." Galadriel stated. Dante clenched her eyes shut and collapsed to her knees. She stayed here on the ground even after Galadriel left her to her thoughts, Dante did not move.

Hours passed by and Dante fell to the ground with a sob, her clawed hands fisting the earth beneath her. She let out a long keening cry and curled up in a tight ball. Finally she straightened her body and turned onto her back. Even with all of the trees, Dante could see a few stars peeping through the leaves.

Could she really give up her demon heritage just to stay in Middle Earth? Dante closed her eyes as her throat began to burn. Faramir would not like it. She would forever be a weak human, ugly and weak.

She remembered what she looked like as a human besides her face. She was disgusting as a human, she could not stay with Faramir like that. Dante suddenly bit her tongue. She needed to stop assuming that Faramir would deny her as a human. He was better than that.

Dante knew she would make the ultimate decision after Faramir would tell her his opinion. The hanyou let out a few tears. She didn't know what she would do if he said no. She was willing to give away the last part of herself to him; she only hoped that he would accept that.

The demon sighed and set up to sleep. She prayed that Faramir would accept her; she could not bear his rejection.

The next day came too soon for Dante and she knew she would soon be traveling back to Gondor, back to Faramir, and she would become human. That left a bitter taste in Dante's mouth. Galadriel met her an hour later looking perfect while Dante looked a bit ruffled.

"You have made your decision?" Dante shook her head.

"I'm leaving the final decision to Faramir. He's a part of me, and has every right to make half the decision." The elf nodded and held out her hand. Dante placed hers in it and the Elvin woman pulled her close as their noses touched.

"You will survive, whatever you chose, and you will live." Dante shook her head. She wished she could believe Galadriel's words but she still felt fear.

Galadriel watched her transform and lift into the air. She gracefully lifted a hand and continued to watch as Dante left the trees and headed back to Gondor.

She had already taken too long to reach Lothlórien, five days in fact. She raced through the air, anxious to get the decision over and done. Dante also was restless from spending so much time away from Faramir.

Three days later Dante landed on Gondor's tallest tower and made her way to the Great Hall. She transformed back into her more human form and rushed in. Faramir, Boromir, and the rest of the fellowship were there in different groups.

Faramir looked up and when he saw Dante, his face lit up. He walked quickly and took her into his arms. Dante smiled half-heartedly as he let her down and kissed her softly.

"Dante, what is wrong?" Frodo asked. Faramir's eyebrows furrowed as Dante refused to meet his eyes.

"Dante?" He whispered. The only thing that truly occupied Faramir's thoughts since she had left was whether she would stay or leave. He prayed that she would stay. He did not think he would want to remain if she were not there to make his life enjoyable. Her facial expression told him otherwise and he felt cold dread engulf his chest.

"Can-can I talk to you?" Dante's resolve was slowly being pried away in fear. Faramir nodded and pulled her out of the Great Hall and they headed to his room.

He sat Dante down on their bed and touched her cheek. She looked rather disheveled and frightened. "Dante, please tell me what happened?" She closed her eyes and silver tears fell down her cheeks. Faramir was alarmed and he took her into his arms.

"Are you leaving?" he whispered. Dante shook her head into his shoulder.

She said something but it was muffled so Faramir pulled back to look Dante in the eyes. "I-I have to sacrifice…" she trailed off and Faramir knew what she was going to have to forfeit.