III
Faramir couldn't sleep, too deep in thought. Eowyn was asleep beside him, cuddled close. They had made love that night; Faramir had been hoping to fulfil some of his dissatisfaction, although he wasn't sure that was the word. It hadn't helped at all; it had made everything worse, despite both him and Eowyn gaining physical pleasure. She hadn't seemed to notice his discomfort; she never seemed to notice anything like that. She had had her eyes shut, almost in another world.
Faramir knew she had been thinking about Aragorn, but he didn't mind. His heart hadn't really been in it either. He wished he did mind; at least that would be something easy to make sense of. All he knew was that this strange, restless feeling was something to do with Legolas, but he couldn't work out quite what. He decided he needed to go for a walk, clear his mind.
Legolas had a need to be alone. He was drunk by now, and had lost Gimli somewhere in one of the taverns. He'd stumbled through the streets into a small park, and he was now lying on the grass, pondering his varied emotions. He couldn't remember but he knew there was something he'd been thinking about earlier, something that had upset him. No, did it upset him or had it excited him? He couldn't remember. Are you sure you're not in love? Gimli's voice came back to him and he frowned. Was he lovesick about some girl? What girl was that?
He caught sight of a familiar figure walking past, upside down, and Legolas frowned some more and then stood up, the world slowly falling back into its rightful way up. Faramir was walking down the street, lost in thought, and with a sad expression on his face that Legolas' heart ache. Despite being dizzy, he managed to follow Faramir down the street and remain unseen, still trying to work out why exactly he was doing so.
Faramir stopped, gazing up at the sky, and in the moonlight Legolas could see a tear shining in the man's eye. Legolas felt unbearably sad, and walked over, ready to comfort him. Faramir looked up, even more confused and reached out a hand to steady the elf.
Legolas found himself stumbling into Faramir's arms, and opened his mouth to say something, but then he couldn't remember what he'd been planning to say. All his words disappeared out of his mouth as soon as he said them, and so he just looked back at Faramir instead, who was gazing at him in confusion.
And then Legolas gave in. He pressed his lips firmly against Faramir's mouth, clumsily, awkwardly.
*****
Faramir's mind reeled in confusion, but he allowed Legolas to kiss him as he suddenly found that he was kissing the elf in return, without even realising. All his reasoning was against the idea, but all his senses are confirming his actions and he instinctively pulled Legolas closer, allowed Legolas' tongue to enter his mouth, moaning softly.
In a brief moment when their lips were apart, Faramir mumbled weakly that he didn't understand.
"No-one truly understands love," Legolas whispered, and kissed Faramir deeply again.
But with the mention of the word "love", Faramir's common sense kicked in. He was in love with his wife. And how could he love a man? He panicked, and pushed Legolas away roughly. Turning on his heels, he ran as fast as he could, leaving Legolas frowning in the street.
Faramir couldn't sleep, too deep in thought. Eowyn was asleep beside him, cuddled close. They had made love that night; Faramir had been hoping to fulfil some of his dissatisfaction, although he wasn't sure that was the word. It hadn't helped at all; it had made everything worse, despite both him and Eowyn gaining physical pleasure. She hadn't seemed to notice his discomfort; she never seemed to notice anything like that. She had had her eyes shut, almost in another world.
Faramir knew she had been thinking about Aragorn, but he didn't mind. His heart hadn't really been in it either. He wished he did mind; at least that would be something easy to make sense of. All he knew was that this strange, restless feeling was something to do with Legolas, but he couldn't work out quite what. He decided he needed to go for a walk, clear his mind.
Legolas had a need to be alone. He was drunk by now, and had lost Gimli somewhere in one of the taverns. He'd stumbled through the streets into a small park, and he was now lying on the grass, pondering his varied emotions. He couldn't remember but he knew there was something he'd been thinking about earlier, something that had upset him. No, did it upset him or had it excited him? He couldn't remember. Are you sure you're not in love? Gimli's voice came back to him and he frowned. Was he lovesick about some girl? What girl was that?
He caught sight of a familiar figure walking past, upside down, and Legolas frowned some more and then stood up, the world slowly falling back into its rightful way up. Faramir was walking down the street, lost in thought, and with a sad expression on his face that Legolas' heart ache. Despite being dizzy, he managed to follow Faramir down the street and remain unseen, still trying to work out why exactly he was doing so.
Faramir stopped, gazing up at the sky, and in the moonlight Legolas could see a tear shining in the man's eye. Legolas felt unbearably sad, and walked over, ready to comfort him. Faramir looked up, even more confused and reached out a hand to steady the elf.
Legolas found himself stumbling into Faramir's arms, and opened his mouth to say something, but then he couldn't remember what he'd been planning to say. All his words disappeared out of his mouth as soon as he said them, and so he just looked back at Faramir instead, who was gazing at him in confusion.
And then Legolas gave in. He pressed his lips firmly against Faramir's mouth, clumsily, awkwardly.
*****
Faramir's mind reeled in confusion, but he allowed Legolas to kiss him as he suddenly found that he was kissing the elf in return, without even realising. All his reasoning was against the idea, but all his senses are confirming his actions and he instinctively pulled Legolas closer, allowed Legolas' tongue to enter his mouth, moaning softly.
In a brief moment when their lips were apart, Faramir mumbled weakly that he didn't understand.
"No-one truly understands love," Legolas whispered, and kissed Faramir deeply again.
But with the mention of the word "love", Faramir's common sense kicked in. He was in love with his wife. And how could he love a man? He panicked, and pushed Legolas away roughly. Turning on his heels, he ran as fast as he could, leaving Legolas frowning in the street.
