Sorry I haven't updated this story in so long. I was having problems
figuring out what was going to happen next, but I already have a killer
ending planed. So keep on reviewing and you'll get to read it soon! Elvish
speech is in ' '. Enjoy!
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Much later, Faramir and I returned to camp. I didn't want too but he insisted, saying that it was his watch. That was one of the many things I love about him, he has a sense of duty. I was forgetting I had once said the same thing about Aragorn, but I didn't care. Everything I needed was here with Faramir.
I was grateful to find that everyone was asleep. I deposited my quiver and bow near my pack. In doing so, I noticed that Aragorn's breath was suspiciously rapid for someone sleeping. "But why do I care?" I wondered, heading back to the fire, where Faramir had already spread out his blankets. He beckoned me to come and sit next to him, heat coursing through my veins when he began nipping at my ears.
"Stop that," I murmured, for elvish ears are very sensitive.
"Alright," he said, moving his mouth to the back of my neck. I sighed and tried to lean closer to him, as he continued nibbling at my flesh.
Once again, neither of us noticed the figure behind us, who wearing a broad smile.
"At it again?" he hissed and Faramir pulled away from me sharply, to stare at the dark eyed Ranger.
"You have already hurt Legolas enough. Or is it to painful for you to see him happy?" He put a protective arm around my shoulder, and I shot him a look that plainly said, "Let me fight my own battles."
"I don't want anything to do with that whore," spat Aragorn. "It is you Faramir, that I want to suffer."
"What?" I asked.
"You heard me right elf. I will make you lover suffer immensely." His smile widened. "You are wondering how I could possibly do this?" He stepped closer to Faramir, and I could smell his foul stench. "Ewoyn…" he whispered in his ear.
The sound of a slap echoed around the clearing. "You bastard!" Faramir screamed. "You wouldn't dare…you can't!"
"You are in no position to make demands! But I am willing to make a compromise…" He still grinned, as he held a hand to his red cheek.
Faramir's eyes narrowed, and I whispered to him, "Don't trust him!"
"I won't let you're wife know about your little affair with him," Aragorn said, not saying my name. "If you two can keep you're hands off each other until we reach Mordor. If you can't I'll kill the elf." Faramir stiffened but I said, "What would that bring you?"
"The pure satisfaction of knowing the torment you'll both experience. Desire coursing through you. I knew that feeling…once." He moved as if to stroke my cheek, but I pushed his hand away.
"And what about after we reach Mordor?" asked Faramir.
"You, Faramir will be set free. As for my elven whore…there are many things I could do to him…but we'll decide that later. You have a bigger decision to make now. Trust me, there are no other options."
"Go to hell!" shouted Faramir.
'Wait!' I pleaded in elvish, causing him to look at me. 'We'll agree.'
'What?'
'I don't want to hurt Ewoyn. If we don't agree, he'll kill me anyway and make your life a living hell. I'm sure of this. You have to say yes.' I didn't care that my life was on the line. He was everything to me.
'But I can't leave you…I love you.' The look in his gray eyes was heart wrenching, but I knew this was the only way.
'I know,' I replied, touching his face, before he turned back to Aragorn.
"Fine," he snapped, extending his hand.
"I knew you'd see things my way," said Aragorn, shaking it, sealing the bargain. "And remember, I'm watching you, so nothing…nothing at all, or else your beloved dies."
We both nodded resolutely as he returned to his blankets, a smug look on his face.
'It'll be alright,' I said, trying to reassure him.
'How can you say that? You are giving up you're life for me. Why?'
'Because I love you,' and at these words Aragorn looked at us pointedly. Sighing I whispered, 'Goodnight my love,' before returning to my blankets too.
"How can you just leave him there like that?" taunted Aragorn. "You know you want to kiss him…touch him…"
"Go to hell!" I said, repeating my lover's words.
"Sorry, that wasn't part of our bargain. But what you're feeling is. Goodnight…whore." He turned over onto his other side, and he fell asleep.
But I didn't go to sleep. My eyes rested on Faramir, who sat hunched over, near the fire. God how I wanted to go over there and kiss him, but I couldn't. I knew he would kill himself if I died, so I willed myself to be strong, for him. It took every ounce of my self-restraint to remain where I was. I briefly wondered if he was feeling this also. Sighing deeply I tried to focus on something else, anything else…
Unnoticed by me, on the other side of the camp, a small figure was tossing and turning, trying to forget what he had just overheard.
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Much later, Faramir and I returned to camp. I didn't want too but he insisted, saying that it was his watch. That was one of the many things I love about him, he has a sense of duty. I was forgetting I had once said the same thing about Aragorn, but I didn't care. Everything I needed was here with Faramir.
I was grateful to find that everyone was asleep. I deposited my quiver and bow near my pack. In doing so, I noticed that Aragorn's breath was suspiciously rapid for someone sleeping. "But why do I care?" I wondered, heading back to the fire, where Faramir had already spread out his blankets. He beckoned me to come and sit next to him, heat coursing through my veins when he began nipping at my ears.
"Stop that," I murmured, for elvish ears are very sensitive.
"Alright," he said, moving his mouth to the back of my neck. I sighed and tried to lean closer to him, as he continued nibbling at my flesh.
Once again, neither of us noticed the figure behind us, who wearing a broad smile.
"At it again?" he hissed and Faramir pulled away from me sharply, to stare at the dark eyed Ranger.
"You have already hurt Legolas enough. Or is it to painful for you to see him happy?" He put a protective arm around my shoulder, and I shot him a look that plainly said, "Let me fight my own battles."
"I don't want anything to do with that whore," spat Aragorn. "It is you Faramir, that I want to suffer."
"What?" I asked.
"You heard me right elf. I will make you lover suffer immensely." His smile widened. "You are wondering how I could possibly do this?" He stepped closer to Faramir, and I could smell his foul stench. "Ewoyn…" he whispered in his ear.
The sound of a slap echoed around the clearing. "You bastard!" Faramir screamed. "You wouldn't dare…you can't!"
"You are in no position to make demands! But I am willing to make a compromise…" He still grinned, as he held a hand to his red cheek.
Faramir's eyes narrowed, and I whispered to him, "Don't trust him!"
"I won't let you're wife know about your little affair with him," Aragorn said, not saying my name. "If you two can keep you're hands off each other until we reach Mordor. If you can't I'll kill the elf." Faramir stiffened but I said, "What would that bring you?"
"The pure satisfaction of knowing the torment you'll both experience. Desire coursing through you. I knew that feeling…once." He moved as if to stroke my cheek, but I pushed his hand away.
"And what about after we reach Mordor?" asked Faramir.
"You, Faramir will be set free. As for my elven whore…there are many things I could do to him…but we'll decide that later. You have a bigger decision to make now. Trust me, there are no other options."
"Go to hell!" shouted Faramir.
'Wait!' I pleaded in elvish, causing him to look at me. 'We'll agree.'
'What?'
'I don't want to hurt Ewoyn. If we don't agree, he'll kill me anyway and make your life a living hell. I'm sure of this. You have to say yes.' I didn't care that my life was on the line. He was everything to me.
'But I can't leave you…I love you.' The look in his gray eyes was heart wrenching, but I knew this was the only way.
'I know,' I replied, touching his face, before he turned back to Aragorn.
"Fine," he snapped, extending his hand.
"I knew you'd see things my way," said Aragorn, shaking it, sealing the bargain. "And remember, I'm watching you, so nothing…nothing at all, or else your beloved dies."
We both nodded resolutely as he returned to his blankets, a smug look on his face.
'It'll be alright,' I said, trying to reassure him.
'How can you say that? You are giving up you're life for me. Why?'
'Because I love you,' and at these words Aragorn looked at us pointedly. Sighing I whispered, 'Goodnight my love,' before returning to my blankets too.
"How can you just leave him there like that?" taunted Aragorn. "You know you want to kiss him…touch him…"
"Go to hell!" I said, repeating my lover's words.
"Sorry, that wasn't part of our bargain. But what you're feeling is. Goodnight…whore." He turned over onto his other side, and he fell asleep.
But I didn't go to sleep. My eyes rested on Faramir, who sat hunched over, near the fire. God how I wanted to go over there and kiss him, but I couldn't. I knew he would kill himself if I died, so I willed myself to be strong, for him. It took every ounce of my self-restraint to remain where I was. I briefly wondered if he was feeling this also. Sighing deeply I tried to focus on something else, anything else…
Unnoticed by me, on the other side of the camp, a small figure was tossing and turning, trying to forget what he had just overheard.