Sorry I haven't updated in awhile, like all the rest of you I too
have exams. They are mostly over now, all I have left is Math and German!
*sarcastically* Yay! This chapter flips around a bit and it moves rather
quickly too. But I am proud of myself as I was stuck on it for awhile. This
is a song-fic to Linkin Parks 'With You'. Thoughts are in , elvish is in
' ', common speech is in " " and Faramir's mental thoughts are in * *.
Enjoy!
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"Come in," said Gandalf's deep voice and Faramir entered the room trembling.
The old wizard sat in a deep red velvet chair, his feel propped up on a stool.
"You wished to speak with me?" asked Faramir, without any trace of emotion in his voice.
"Yes I did dear boy," said Gandalf, his eyes twinkling. 'How have things been since you left home?'
"Alright I guess," said Faramir feeling awkward.
"You're lying."
"Does it matter? And where were you when we needed you the most?"
"I had business to attend to," replied Gandalf quickly. "But more about that later. Tell me everything that happened please, for it is of great importance."
Faramir stared at him. Was his story that important? Taking a deep breath he stared to tell Gandalf about his dreams, for he had wished to tell someone about them ever since they started.
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I woke up in a dream today,
To the cold of the static,
Put my cold feet on the floor,
Forgot all about yesterday,
Remembering I'm pretending to be where I'm not anymore….
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"So these dreams are about your brother?"
At this Faramir flinched. How could he have forgotten Boromir? It made him sick to think that he was so easily replaced in his mind. Gandalf coughed and Faramir returned to the conversation.
"Yes…and Aragorn."
"Aragorn?"
"Yes! We were stranded for a few days, and I find him an admirable man."
"As do I," Gandalf interjected.
"But lately he had been acting rather odd, as if something about me repulses him."
"Interesting," said Gandalf puffing on his pipe. "Now what exactly happens to Aragorn in these dreams?"
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A little taste of hypocrisy,
And I'm left in the wake of the mistake,
Slow to react,
Even though you're so close to me,
Your still so distant and I can't bring you back…
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Faramir gulped as he saw his lover walking away beneath his eyelids.
'Come back!' he shouted mentally.
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It's true the way I feel,
Was promised by your face,
The sound of your voice,
Painted on my memories,
Even if you're not with me,
I'm with you,
You now I see keeping everything inside,
With you,
You now I see,
Even when I close my eyes…
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*Don't you love me?* came Aragorn's anguished voice inside his head and a soft sob escaped his lips.
"I need you to listen to me Faramir,' said Gandalf sternly making Faramir open his eyes.
"I have come to escort you home."
"What? Why?" shouted Faramir.
'You brother is ill, and your father is away. Boromir kept on asking for you, I had no other choice."
Faramir stared at him in shock. He had just met the only person he felt he would ever love and now they wanted to take him away? Yet he knew that Boromir wouldn't ask for him unless it was really that bad. He had a sense of pride that wouldn't allow him to ask for help. But still…
"I can 't go Gandalf," he said loudly.
"But you must go! Things are happening, I can't explain but we must leave now!"
Faramir sensed the urgency in his voice and released that Gandalf wasn't joking.
It was just then an idea hit him. He would ask Aragorn to return with him!
"Were are you going?" yelled Gandalf as Faramir sprinted out the door, his mind set on finding Aragorn.
He didn't have to look far for as he rounded a corner he bumped into him, falling on his back.
'I'm sorry Faramir are you alright?' he asked.
'Sure I'm fine,' said Faramir. 'But we have to talk right away.'
Saying nothing else he dragged Aragorn back to his room.
'So what do you want to talk about?' asked Aragorn. He figured that Faramir had finally decided to tell him about his dream, but he was sorely mistaken.
'Return with me,' said Faramir bluntly.
'Excuse me?'
'I have to return home. Come to Minas Tirith with me.'
Aragorn paled drastically. He couldn't believe that this was happening. This couldn't be happening.
'I…Faramir…' he took his lover's hand in his own. 'Please do not ask this of me…I can't.'
'Why not? Don't you want to be with me?' asked Faramir coldly, pulling away.
'Of course I do! It's just….'
'Just what Aragorn? If you can't then at least I deserve to know why.'
He stood there his hands on his hips, and just as Aragorn was about to tell him the reason why a thought popped into his head.
'I don't have to tell you,' he smirked.
'So I don't deserve to know?' asked Faramir.
'No, not until you tell me about your dreams!'
'Don't bring that up, it has nothing to do with this!'
'Yes it does.'
Silence was the answer.
'Don't be such a hypocrite Faramir!'
Again there was silence until something hard hit his nose and he felt blood trickle down his face.
'What the hell was that for?'
Faramir choose not to answer.
'Answer me damnit!' Aragorn yelled and his rage got the best of him as he knocked Faramir to the ground punching him over and over.
A loud slamming sound interrupted the flying punches and curses and the two stared up at Gandalf who looked very grave.
"Pack your things Faramir," he said softly and Faramir threw one last glance at Aragorn before picking his bruised form off the ground and exiting after the wizard.
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I hit you and you hit me back,
We fall to the floor,
The rest of the day stands still,
Fine line between this and that,
When things go wrong,
I pretend that the past isn't real…
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Silently Faramir mounted his horse, trying so hard not to look at Aragorn. He regretted hitting him, but the damage was done.
Oh no, he thought miserably as Aragorn approached him.
'You have one last chance to make this work Faramir,' he stated simply.
'I…can't.' he whispered.
'A relationship is nothing without trust, and I just can't trust you.'
Without another word he walked away.
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Now I'm trapped in this memory,
And I'm left in the wake of the mistake,
Slow to react,
Even though you're close to me,
You're still so distant,
And I can't bring you back….
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A feeling of nausea washed over him for now he knew that the dreams were real. It indeed felt as if his heart was being ripped out.
"Come Faramir," said Gandalf, not voicing his opinion on the situation. "You brother awaits us."
Faramir nodded and cantered after him, still unable to get the picture of Aragorn out of his head.
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It's true the way I feel,
Was promised by you're face,
The sound of your voice,
Painted on my memories,
Even if you're not with me,
I'm with you,
You now I see,
Keeping everything inside,
You now I see,
Even when I close my eyes….
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(Faramir's POV)
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As I rode to my home I couldn't help but think of him. It was ironic because when I was leaving I couldn't stop thinking of Boromir but now my lover haunted my thoughts.
Former lover I painfully corrected myself, but I kept on hearing his voice, *I just can't trust you*.
But still I held my head high and rode proudly into the city just as Boromir had taught me to do when I was little.
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No,
No matter how far we've come,
I can't wait to see tomorrow,
With you….
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As soon as we dismounted I ran to Boromir's room, although I knew he would be fine. It wasn't his time…yet.
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"Come in," said Gandalf's deep voice and Faramir entered the room trembling.
The old wizard sat in a deep red velvet chair, his feel propped up on a stool.
"You wished to speak with me?" asked Faramir, without any trace of emotion in his voice.
"Yes I did dear boy," said Gandalf, his eyes twinkling. 'How have things been since you left home?'
"Alright I guess," said Faramir feeling awkward.
"You're lying."
"Does it matter? And where were you when we needed you the most?"
"I had business to attend to," replied Gandalf quickly. "But more about that later. Tell me everything that happened please, for it is of great importance."
Faramir stared at him. Was his story that important? Taking a deep breath he stared to tell Gandalf about his dreams, for he had wished to tell someone about them ever since they started.
************************************************************
I woke up in a dream today,
To the cold of the static,
Put my cold feet on the floor,
Forgot all about yesterday,
Remembering I'm pretending to be where I'm not anymore….
*************************************************************
"So these dreams are about your brother?"
At this Faramir flinched. How could he have forgotten Boromir? It made him sick to think that he was so easily replaced in his mind. Gandalf coughed and Faramir returned to the conversation.
"Yes…and Aragorn."
"Aragorn?"
"Yes! We were stranded for a few days, and I find him an admirable man."
"As do I," Gandalf interjected.
"But lately he had been acting rather odd, as if something about me repulses him."
"Interesting," said Gandalf puffing on his pipe. "Now what exactly happens to Aragorn in these dreams?"
*************************************************************
A little taste of hypocrisy,
And I'm left in the wake of the mistake,
Slow to react,
Even though you're so close to me,
Your still so distant and I can't bring you back…
*************************************************************
Faramir gulped as he saw his lover walking away beneath his eyelids.
'Come back!' he shouted mentally.
*************************************************************
It's true the way I feel,
Was promised by your face,
The sound of your voice,
Painted on my memories,
Even if you're not with me,
I'm with you,
You now I see keeping everything inside,
With you,
You now I see,
Even when I close my eyes…
*************************************************************
*Don't you love me?* came Aragorn's anguished voice inside his head and a soft sob escaped his lips.
"I need you to listen to me Faramir,' said Gandalf sternly making Faramir open his eyes.
"I have come to escort you home."
"What? Why?" shouted Faramir.
'You brother is ill, and your father is away. Boromir kept on asking for you, I had no other choice."
Faramir stared at him in shock. He had just met the only person he felt he would ever love and now they wanted to take him away? Yet he knew that Boromir wouldn't ask for him unless it was really that bad. He had a sense of pride that wouldn't allow him to ask for help. But still…
"I can 't go Gandalf," he said loudly.
"But you must go! Things are happening, I can't explain but we must leave now!"
Faramir sensed the urgency in his voice and released that Gandalf wasn't joking.
It was just then an idea hit him. He would ask Aragorn to return with him!
"Were are you going?" yelled Gandalf as Faramir sprinted out the door, his mind set on finding Aragorn.
He didn't have to look far for as he rounded a corner he bumped into him, falling on his back.
'I'm sorry Faramir are you alright?' he asked.
'Sure I'm fine,' said Faramir. 'But we have to talk right away.'
Saying nothing else he dragged Aragorn back to his room.
'So what do you want to talk about?' asked Aragorn. He figured that Faramir had finally decided to tell him about his dream, but he was sorely mistaken.
'Return with me,' said Faramir bluntly.
'Excuse me?'
'I have to return home. Come to Minas Tirith with me.'
Aragorn paled drastically. He couldn't believe that this was happening. This couldn't be happening.
'I…Faramir…' he took his lover's hand in his own. 'Please do not ask this of me…I can't.'
'Why not? Don't you want to be with me?' asked Faramir coldly, pulling away.
'Of course I do! It's just….'
'Just what Aragorn? If you can't then at least I deserve to know why.'
He stood there his hands on his hips, and just as Aragorn was about to tell him the reason why a thought popped into his head.
'I don't have to tell you,' he smirked.
'So I don't deserve to know?' asked Faramir.
'No, not until you tell me about your dreams!'
'Don't bring that up, it has nothing to do with this!'
'Yes it does.'
Silence was the answer.
'Don't be such a hypocrite Faramir!'
Again there was silence until something hard hit his nose and he felt blood trickle down his face.
'What the hell was that for?'
Faramir choose not to answer.
'Answer me damnit!' Aragorn yelled and his rage got the best of him as he knocked Faramir to the ground punching him over and over.
A loud slamming sound interrupted the flying punches and curses and the two stared up at Gandalf who looked very grave.
"Pack your things Faramir," he said softly and Faramir threw one last glance at Aragorn before picking his bruised form off the ground and exiting after the wizard.
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I hit you and you hit me back,
We fall to the floor,
The rest of the day stands still,
Fine line between this and that,
When things go wrong,
I pretend that the past isn't real…
*************************************************************
Silently Faramir mounted his horse, trying so hard not to look at Aragorn. He regretted hitting him, but the damage was done.
Oh no, he thought miserably as Aragorn approached him.
'You have one last chance to make this work Faramir,' he stated simply.
'I…can't.' he whispered.
'A relationship is nothing without trust, and I just can't trust you.'
Without another word he walked away.
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Now I'm trapped in this memory,
And I'm left in the wake of the mistake,
Slow to react,
Even though you're close to me,
You're still so distant,
And I can't bring you back….
*************************************************************
A feeling of nausea washed over him for now he knew that the dreams were real. It indeed felt as if his heart was being ripped out.
"Come Faramir," said Gandalf, not voicing his opinion on the situation. "You brother awaits us."
Faramir nodded and cantered after him, still unable to get the picture of Aragorn out of his head.
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It's true the way I feel,
Was promised by you're face,
The sound of your voice,
Painted on my memories,
Even if you're not with me,
I'm with you,
You now I see,
Keeping everything inside,
You now I see,
Even when I close my eyes….
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(Faramir's POV)
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As I rode to my home I couldn't help but think of him. It was ironic because when I was leaving I couldn't stop thinking of Boromir but now my lover haunted my thoughts.
Former lover I painfully corrected myself, but I kept on hearing his voice, *I just can't trust you*.
But still I held my head high and rode proudly into the city just as Boromir had taught me to do when I was little.
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No,
No matter how far we've come,
I can't wait to see tomorrow,
With you….
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As soon as we dismounted I ran to Boromir's room, although I knew he would be fine. It wasn't his time…yet.
