It took forever for me to translate everything into Elvish so I sort of gave it up. So Elvish is in ' ', and thoughts are in . Thanks to Marylou for giving me the idea of Faramir being afraid of a dominant Aragorn. Enjoy!

*************************************************************

'They're coming!' Elrohir announced and Elrond stood up, sighing in relief.

'Thank the Valar,' he said and left the room, his sons staring after him.

'When we go missing he doesn't act like this,' muttered Elladan. 'Why is that?'

'Probably because it's Estel,' replied Elrohir with a shrug. 'Come brother let us go.'

*************************************************************

Faramir stood back, feeling awkward as Elrond hugged Aragorn, and then proceeded to yell at him.

'Why didn't you call Elladan and Elrohir back? Where you trying to prove something by acting so irresponsibly? Taking on that many dark elves by yourself….'

'There was no time father,' said Aragorn calmly. 'And I had Faramir….'

'Faramir?' asked Elrond.

Feeling heat rise in his face Faramir stepped forward, and the elf lord smiled, making him seem less intimidating.

"Welcome to Rivendell," said Elrond gallantly. "Allow me to apologize for the trouble my son's have caused you."

'No need to apologize,' said Faramir, winking at Aragorn who grinned. 'And I am sure that Gandalf will explain why he left when danger was near when he returns.'

'Yes,' said Elrond, leading them down a hallway. 'By the way, did Gandalf say where he went?'

'No,' said Faramir. 'He didn't say much, just that he had to leave.'

Sighing and shaking his head Elrond said, "Here is your room, and anything you need will be given to you. Lunch will be served in an hour, but if you are to weary to attend that is fine."

"I thank you for your hospitality my Lord," said Faramir, and Elrond left, but neither humans noticed the broad smile on his face.

"You neglected to mention that you were Lord Elrond's son," said Faramir, running his hands over Aragorn's chest.

"Foster son," amended Aragorn.

"Yes well foster son or not, I am a guest," smirked Faramir. He didn't like the way that Aragorn had been so dominant with him the other night, and he was not going to waste this opportunity to get back at him.

"And praytell exactly what would the guest like," said Aragorn, smiling. Perhaps this situation could work out to his advantage. He licked his lips in anticipation.

"I would like a bath drawn," stated Faramir neutrally, laughing inside at the look of astonishment on Aragorn's face.

"Don't be so disappointed," he whispered, and Aragorn's face instantly brightened.

"What the guest wants will be provided for him," said Aragorn, and Faramir followed him into a large spacious bathroom, with white marble floors, and mirrors adorning the walls. In the corner there was a large bathtub sunken into the floor. Smiling at his lover Aragorn poured hot water into the tub, never taking his eyes off of Faramir.

When he was finished he turned to Faramir who just stood there a look of pure delight upon his face.

"Well?" asked Aragorn impatiently.

"Thank you very much," said Faramir, giggles threatening to spill out of his lips.

"That's all you have to say?" asked Aragorn, desire taking over his body and mind.

"What do you want me to say?" said Faramir, and this is when he realized that he would not be in control for much longer.

"That you want me," said Aragorn before seizing Faramir's lips in a bruising kiss.

"This was not suppost to happen," breathed Faramir, as Aragorn managed to strip him of his shirt.

"Admit it you like it," said Aragorn.

"Well I can't lie to you," laughed Faramir, but the next thing he knew he was soaking wet, and staring up at a laughing Aragorn.

"What was that for?" he asked indignantly.

"We couldn't let that bath go to waste now could we," but then he was lying in the tub next to Faramir, both laughing their heads off.

*************************************************************

Wrapped in a warm bathrobe Faramir snuggled closer to Aragorn's chest, and he wrapped his arms around him protectively.

"Sleep now love," he said and Faramir did so, thought it was not restful.

*************************************************************

"Aragorn!" Faramir yelled trying to catch up with his lover, who was running ahead of him. "Aragorn wait for me!"

He smiled when Aragorn stopped and waited for him. When he reached him he threw his arms around his neck and said, "I missed you," before kissing him.

Aragorn didn't say anything, he only kissed him harder, not letting go when Faramir was in need of air.

"What was that for?" panted Faramir, as he found himself pinned beneath the heavier man. Again Aragorn didn't respond, as he removed Faramir's shirt.

Fear began to overtake him as Aragorn caressed his bare chest, leaving scratches in the wake of his hand.

"What are you trying to do?" asked Faramir, his voice shaking a bit. "If you want me to submit to you, I don't care. I love you Aragorn." He was hoping that these words would change his lovers strange behavior, but instead an angry look appeared on his face, and he brought his hand down to Faramirs left breast and scratched downward quickly. Blood flowed out of the long parallel wound and Aragorn lapped it up with relish.

Desperately Faramir clawed at Aragorn's face trying to dislodge him.

Smiling cruelly Aragon ripped apart his chest cavity and pulled out his dripping still beating heart. Faramir stared into his eyes finding nothing, absolutely nothing.

Laughing evilly he kissed him hard before throwing his vital organ in the dirt.

"No!" cried Faramir in agony, trying desperately to cling to something that wasn't there. "Aragorn,"

*************************************************************

"Faramir," yelled Aragorn, grabbing hold of his lover's hands to keep him from clinging to his neck, depriving him of air.

"No….Aragorn," muttered Faramir in his sleep, thrashing about on the bed wildly. Aragorn cried out when his nails dug into his cheeks, as if he was the only thing left for him to hold onto.

At this Faramir's eyes flew open and he stared at Aragorn relief flowing through him.

"Thank the Valar," he whispered before kissing Aragorn over and over. Aragorn winced when kisses fell upon his cheeks, but sighed in pleasure when Faramir began to clean the scratches with his tongue.

"I'm so sorry," murmured Faramir, before continuing to lick Aragorn's wounds.

"Are you ever going to tell you what you are dreaming about?"

"Not now," muttered Faramir as he buried his head it the hollow of Argorn's throat.

"Do you love me?" Faramir looked up at him in surprise.

"Of course I do!"

"Then tell me what you were dreaming about."

"It…it's hard to explain…"

"You can tell me anything love, always know that,"

"Yes, but this different…"

"Is everything ok?" came a voice from outside.

"Yes, Elladan," said Aragorn. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just Gandalf wishes to speak with Faramir right away."

"Alright," said Aragorn and then softly he said to Faramir, "We will talk about this later."

Faramir didn't say anything, but pulled on his shirt. He was about to leave but then he noticed how dejected Aragorn looked. Smiling he kissed him and said, "I love you, don't doubt that."

I may love him, he thought, as the left the room. But there is no mistaking what that dream means.