Title: Sticks and Stones
Summary: see chapter one
Disclaimer: see chapter one
A/N: I must again put this because it seems someone missed it. I have made Faramir younger in this fic than he is in the book merely for the sole purpose of this fic. This fic is also"AU" All reviews are welcome all flames are currently being laughed at and then will be returned to you.
Now to my reviewers.
Kaorethien: Here is the more you asked for. And yes Denethor is an arse.
Catmint: Glad you found one you liked! YAY! thanks for reviewing here is an update for you!
Elven Kitten: Yes sad but alas it was Sauron who made me do it.
Lalaithofthebruinen: Thanks! Here is an update!
Ymmas Sirron: I live for your reviews! Pelt away!
Morfinwen: I can not help but LMAO. Only seen the movies *snort* I hope the e-mail I sent you straightened out all your missed things. I must go to the chapter now as I have laughed so hard I have tears in my eyes.
I was not planning on updating this soon but I had to do it after reading the reviews..
Chapter2
"NO! I promise to be good! Please stop it! I promise father! I did not mean to be bad" Faramir yelled out trapped in another of his horrifc dreams
Theoden rushed in to the room hearing the shouts. What he found both horrified him and angered him. Faramir was dreaming and had yanked all his covers off the bed. He was now still asleep but curled in a ball cowering, as if he were used to being punished. Theoden went to the bed and placed his hands on the child. Faramir cried out and Theoden thought perhaps he had harmed the child. He lifted the boys shirt and saw why the child had cried out; he was covered in welt marks across his back, some old,some fresh. He gently pulled the child into his lap and rustled him till he awoke.
Faramir blinked,and when he realized where he was and who had him,he shrank back. "I apologize for waking you. I am fine, you should return to your bed now.."
"I have no intention of returning just yet;and you are far from being fine young man. Would you like the explain the marks on your back to me?"
Faramir's eyes widened and he began to tremble. "It is nothing really, I should have not angered him. I need to be a better son and he would not have to punish me so."
"Do you believe you deserved this and why for the love of all that is good?"
"Father says I am weak. He says I killed my mother by being a frail and insolent child,and I should be happy he is trying to make me be less of a burden on others."
"Your father is insane!" Theoden shouted "You do not deserve this, not now or ever. Who is your father? You must tell me now,so that I may speak with him."
"No!" He will be angry that I left in the first place. I do not wish to burden him any further. I left so he would be rid of me."
"You will tell me now!"
Faramir shrank back from the voice he had so often heard. He was also used to obeying,so sadly he told Theoden.
"I am son of Denethor II of Gondor,he is my father, but I am not worthy to be his son."
"We will see about that. Now try to get some rest and I will sit here till you fall back to sleep."
Faramir did as he was asked, glad for no more questions. Theoden sat glaring at the child,his mind whirling,why Denthor would do such a thing to his own child. He had known him to be a spiteful and cruel person,but to his own kin. This enraged him and he had to contain the outrage that threatened to consume him.
Theoden had waited till the child had fallen back to sleep before he stepped from the room. His thoughts still lingered in the fear he saw in the boy's eyes. He strolled down the hall at a brisk pace until he reached Eomer's room. He peeked in the door and saw Eomer fast asleep. Eomer was not so small anymore but he was still thought of as his child. He could not even think of harming him as Denethor had done to his son. Right then and there he decided he was going to set out in the morning for Gondor.
Sorry so short but as I said was not planning on updating so quickly but was motivated to do so by the reviews.
Summary: see chapter one
Disclaimer: see chapter one
A/N: I must again put this because it seems someone missed it. I have made Faramir younger in this fic than he is in the book merely for the sole purpose of this fic. This fic is also"AU" All reviews are welcome all flames are currently being laughed at and then will be returned to you.
Now to my reviewers.
Kaorethien: Here is the more you asked for. And yes Denethor is an arse.
Catmint: Glad you found one you liked! YAY! thanks for reviewing here is an update for you!
Elven Kitten: Yes sad but alas it was Sauron who made me do it.
Lalaithofthebruinen: Thanks! Here is an update!
Ymmas Sirron: I live for your reviews! Pelt away!
Morfinwen: I can not help but LMAO. Only seen the movies *snort* I hope the e-mail I sent you straightened out all your missed things. I must go to the chapter now as I have laughed so hard I have tears in my eyes.
I was not planning on updating this soon but I had to do it after reading the reviews..
Chapter2
"NO! I promise to be good! Please stop it! I promise father! I did not mean to be bad" Faramir yelled out trapped in another of his horrifc dreams
Theoden rushed in to the room hearing the shouts. What he found both horrified him and angered him. Faramir was dreaming and had yanked all his covers off the bed. He was now still asleep but curled in a ball cowering, as if he were used to being punished. Theoden went to the bed and placed his hands on the child. Faramir cried out and Theoden thought perhaps he had harmed the child. He lifted the boys shirt and saw why the child had cried out; he was covered in welt marks across his back, some old,some fresh. He gently pulled the child into his lap and rustled him till he awoke.
Faramir blinked,and when he realized where he was and who had him,he shrank back. "I apologize for waking you. I am fine, you should return to your bed now.."
"I have no intention of returning just yet;and you are far from being fine young man. Would you like the explain the marks on your back to me?"
Faramir's eyes widened and he began to tremble. "It is nothing really, I should have not angered him. I need to be a better son and he would not have to punish me so."
"Do you believe you deserved this and why for the love of all that is good?"
"Father says I am weak. He says I killed my mother by being a frail and insolent child,and I should be happy he is trying to make me be less of a burden on others."
"Your father is insane!" Theoden shouted "You do not deserve this, not now or ever. Who is your father? You must tell me now,so that I may speak with him."
"No!" He will be angry that I left in the first place. I do not wish to burden him any further. I left so he would be rid of me."
"You will tell me now!"
Faramir shrank back from the voice he had so often heard. He was also used to obeying,so sadly he told Theoden.
"I am son of Denethor II of Gondor,he is my father, but I am not worthy to be his son."
"We will see about that. Now try to get some rest and I will sit here till you fall back to sleep."
Faramir did as he was asked, glad for no more questions. Theoden sat glaring at the child,his mind whirling,why Denthor would do such a thing to his own child. He had known him to be a spiteful and cruel person,but to his own kin. This enraged him and he had to contain the outrage that threatened to consume him.
Theoden had waited till the child had fallen back to sleep before he stepped from the room. His thoughts still lingered in the fear he saw in the boy's eyes. He strolled down the hall at a brisk pace until he reached Eomer's room. He peeked in the door and saw Eomer fast asleep. Eomer was not so small anymore but he was still thought of as his child. He could not even think of harming him as Denethor had done to his son. Right then and there he decided he was going to set out in the morning for Gondor.
Sorry so short but as I said was not planning on updating so quickly but was motivated to do so by the reviews.