Thanks to Akin for pointing out to me that I didn't tell you how old Faramir is in this fic! He may be acting a bit…well…juvenile but he is really suppost to be about 18. Hope that clears everything up a bit! Takes place immediately after the last chapter! This is all in common speech so no elvish to look out for! Enjoy!

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"What is it?" Faramir tried to whisper, but Estel placed a hand over his mouth.

Silent as only an elf could be Estel walked to the crevice and peered out into the darkness. In a matter of seconds he was seated next to Faramir again.

"Well?" asked Faramir rather impatiently.

"There is a group of dark elves," replied Estel with a shrug, while Faramir's face lit up in fear. This caused Estel to laugh.

"Do not worry, for they can not hear us. Dark elves rely on their sense of smell, having no others. Did you brother ever tell you that Son of Gondor?"

"How do you know about Boromir?" snapped Faramir.

"I know a lot of things," said Estel with a smirk. "Like how much you hate your father, how much you miss your brother, and how lonely you are without him."

Faramir just stared at him, finding no words to express his reaction to this statement.

"I'm sorry if I upset you," said Estel softly.

"It's fine," replied Faramir, drawing his knees to his chest. "It's not loneliness, it's weakness."

"It that really what you think?"

"Does it matter?"

"Of course it does! I watched you today, and you fought with more determination then anyone I have met in awhile."

"Honestly?" Faramir asked.

"Why would I lie? Now look at me. Do you think I am weak?"

Faramir did as he was told and his breath caught in his throat. Estel sat there, moonlight illuminating his rugged features. His dark curly hair clung to his tan cheeks, which were covered in stubble. That didn't make it any less grand, at least in Faramir's mind. Slowly his eyes wandered lower and he took in every dip and curve of Estel's body.

"Well?" he asked and Faramir felt heat rise in his face as he gazed into the other's deep gray eyes.

"No…" he stammered, and Estel smiled.

"You see? You and I are much alike," sighing he stood up and began to pace the length of the cave. "I feel at peace here," he murmured. "It is a way for me to escape. No one understands the pain I hold inside…no one!"

Faramir stared at him curiously wondering why he was telling him this, but listened intently when Estel continued.

"I feel so alone here with the elves, they are so unearthly, and I can't compare. When I see two of them together my heart melts with pain, because they have something I will never have. Even my brothers make me feel this way." He sighed again. "I have had a few lovers but no one to really love. But you…you have your brother. Tell me!" he hissed suddenly, bringing his face a few inches from Faramir's. "Tell me what it is like to love!"

Faramir gulped and spoke the words he had kept to himself for awhile. "It is a double edged sword, wonderful and painful at the same time." At this a picture of the one who had said this to him surfaced to the top of his brain. Nothing could sot the tears from coming now.

"It hurts so much!" he sobbed and he was barely aware of the strong muscular arms wrapped around his shaking shoulders. "I miss him!"

"Be grateful you have him," murmured Estel in his ear, in she same fashion as before. "I am sure he misses you too." He said this over and over until Faramir's tears subsided. Estel could tell from the gentle rhythmic breathing of the one in his arms, he had cried himself to sleep. With a smile he gently moved himself into a more comfortable position, as Faramir allowed his head to rest on his chest. Soon the soft sounds of sleep filled the cave and moonlight illuminated the two lying wrapped in each other's arms.

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Miles away someone else was having trouble sleeping. Restlessly he paced back and forth until he came to a halt in front of a table that bore a large black glass ball. A sharp angry hiss was heard as he saw the two humans within the depths of the glass.

"It has begun," he whispered, venom dripping from every word.

To be continued….

So can we all guess who the person who is spying on Estel and Faramir is? Brownie points to the person who gets the right answer! And don't worry all will be reveled in time…even the guy at the end!