Title: Hope chapter 3
Author: Balalaika
Author's Email: mybalalaikahotmail.com
Pairings: Pippin/Faramir, later: Pippin/Merry
Rating: pg13
Summary: Pippin is feeling very lonely in Minas Tirith, and he hasn't got any hope left for tomorrow. But then he meets Faramir, will he find hope? Disclaimer: as always, the gorgeous men aren't mine and there is no money in this for me. Feedback: my one and only reward Archive: FF.net and LoM, anywhere else, just ask. AN. Sorry it took such a long time, but with exams and stuff coming up, my muse fled. And there are probably some spellingserrors, my spellingchecker was running overtime, but it might have missed something.
AN 2: Warning nightmare, including two deaths.
Chapter 3: Nightmare
Faramir was running, he didn't know where he was, or where he was going, but he knew he had to go somewhere, so he ran. Suddenly he noticed the fire, the city was burning. Orcs were everywhere and where did all the blood come from? Then he realized where he was, it was Osgiliath. What was he doing in Osgiliath? Screaming reached his ears and he ran towards it. Three huge orcs were busy fighting one man. As Faramir came nearer he could see who it was: Boromir! Faramir stood rooted to the spot, what was Boromir doing here? He shouted: 'Boromir!' and Boromir turned around. Faramir could see the surprised look on his face. Boromir looked as though he was going to say something, but stopped, for a large black-feathered arrow had just pierced his heart.
'NOOOO' Faramir shouted and made to run towards Boromir, who was lying on the ground. Suddenly Boromir turned over and said: 'don't worry about me, find our father'. Faramir found himself running again, but he couldn't help thinking 'what are Boromir and my father doing here?' He turned a corner and found himself running through the seventh gate and into the Court of the Fountain. The white tree was burning. Faramir hurried up the steps and into the great Hall. Where was his father?
At the far end of the hall, where the trone stood was a fight was going on. Faramir ran, it was his father fighting an Uruk-Hai and the foul beast was winning! 'Father!' Faramir yelled 'Father, hold on! I'm coming!' Denethor didn't even turn around, he just said 'You can not help me, my weak son, you are not strong enough and you never will be. Find Boromir for me, he can help me, he is a true man of Gondor.' 'Boromir is dead' Faramir cried, tears spilling down his cheeks. 'You lie!' Denethor hissed turning around. 'I saw it myself, he was pierced by and arrow' Faramir said between sobs.
'Then all is lost' Denethor said 'for Gondor can not be ruled by you, you are weak, you can not fight, you read too much books, you are a weakling' Denethor turned his attention back to the Uruk-Hai. 'I'm not weak' Faramir cried 'and I can fight, please father let me help you!'
'Yes you are, look at you, you are crying like a little girl and little girls can not fight' Denethor said turning his head to look at his pitiful son. At that moment the Uruk-Hai lifted his sword and brought it down on top of Denethor. Denethor fell to the ground with a dull thud, blood spilling out of his stomach. 'NO, FATHER' Faramir yelled, he fell to the ground cradled the dead steward in his arms, sobbing: 'father, wake up father, father, Faramir, wake up Faramir, FARAMIR!
With a scream Faramir woke up, sat up straight and looked down on the little figure that had woken him. I looked like a little boy. What is that boy doing here? Had he been spending the night with a child? Then he remembered; it wasn't a boy, it was a halfling and not really a child either. 'Faramir are you alright?' the small figure beside him asked, 'you seemed to be having a nightmare' Faramir shook his head, and then all the memories of last night came back to him, the little boy wasn't a child, it was a Hobbit called Pippin.
'I'm fine now Pippin, thank you for waking me up' Faramir said, trying to smile, but failing miserably. Faramir felt terrible, the dream had been so real, and the things his father had said were real too, he knew it. 'You're not fine' Pippin said, looking worried 'You're still very pale and you're crying. A warrior like you should not be upset by a mere nightmare.' Now Faramir really felt like crying, and he didn't try to hide it, as tears were spilling down his face. Pippin looked shocked: 'Faramir, please don't cry, I'm sorry, I should have kept still.' He sighed ' Oh you TomFool of a Took' he scolded himself.
Faramir produced a weak smile: 'what did you just call yourself?' 'A Tom Fool of a Took, Gandalf always calls me that whenever I do something stupid, which is quite often.' Pippin smiled, thinking of happier times. Faramir bent down and kissed the top of Pippins head 'I do not think you have done anything stupid' Faramir sighed: 'its just that...'
At that moment there was a knock on the door. 'Faramir, are you awake?' a voice called. 'It's Gandalf" Pippin said, sounding a little frightened: 'I guess it's better if he doesn't find me here.' 'He's probably looking for you, you share the same room remember? I think he noticed you were missing' Faramir said. 'But he couldn't know I was here, could he?' Pippin asked, sounding worried.
'Faramir?' Gandalf voice came again. 'I'd better open the door' Faramir wispered 'you just stay out of sight'. Pippin crawled under the bed, just as Faramir called: 'Yes Gandald I am awake' 'Good' Gandalf said as he opened the door and stepped inside. Gandalf looked upon the young man still lying on the bed, looking a bit pale. 'Are you allright, Faramir?' Gandald asked. 'I'm fine' Faramir lied 'I have just had a nightmare.' Gandalf looked at him, but said nothing. 'Anyway, I've come here with a message from your father, he want to see you, so you had better go down straightaway' Pippin released the breath he had been holding, Gandalf had not been looking for him.
Gandalf turned around and walked toward the door, just before he closed it he softly said: 'Oh yes, Pippin, the steward also wants to see you, you have to wait on him during breakfast, so if you'll please come out from under the bed and get dressed.'
Gandalf chuckeled as he closed the door, leaving a rather stunned Pippin behind.
Pairings: Pippin/Faramir, later: Pippin/Merry
Rating: pg13
Summary: Pippin is feeling very lonely in Minas Tirith, and he hasn't got any hope left for tomorrow. But then he meets Faramir, will he find hope? Disclaimer: as always, the gorgeous men aren't mine and there is no money in this for me. Feedback: my one and only reward Archive: FF.net and LoM, anywhere else, just ask. AN. Sorry it took such a long time, but with exams and stuff coming up, my muse fled. And there are probably some spellingserrors, my spellingchecker was running overtime, but it might have missed something.
AN 2: Warning nightmare, including two deaths.
Chapter 3: Nightmare
Faramir was running, he didn't know where he was, or where he was going, but he knew he had to go somewhere, so he ran. Suddenly he noticed the fire, the city was burning. Orcs were everywhere and where did all the blood come from? Then he realized where he was, it was Osgiliath. What was he doing in Osgiliath? Screaming reached his ears and he ran towards it. Three huge orcs were busy fighting one man. As Faramir came nearer he could see who it was: Boromir! Faramir stood rooted to the spot, what was Boromir doing here? He shouted: 'Boromir!' and Boromir turned around. Faramir could see the surprised look on his face. Boromir looked as though he was going to say something, but stopped, for a large black-feathered arrow had just pierced his heart.
'NOOOO' Faramir shouted and made to run towards Boromir, who was lying on the ground. Suddenly Boromir turned over and said: 'don't worry about me, find our father'. Faramir found himself running again, but he couldn't help thinking 'what are Boromir and my father doing here?' He turned a corner and found himself running through the seventh gate and into the Court of the Fountain. The white tree was burning. Faramir hurried up the steps and into the great Hall. Where was his father?
At the far end of the hall, where the trone stood was a fight was going on. Faramir ran, it was his father fighting an Uruk-Hai and the foul beast was winning! 'Father!' Faramir yelled 'Father, hold on! I'm coming!' Denethor didn't even turn around, he just said 'You can not help me, my weak son, you are not strong enough and you never will be. Find Boromir for me, he can help me, he is a true man of Gondor.' 'Boromir is dead' Faramir cried, tears spilling down his cheeks. 'You lie!' Denethor hissed turning around. 'I saw it myself, he was pierced by and arrow' Faramir said between sobs.
'Then all is lost' Denethor said 'for Gondor can not be ruled by you, you are weak, you can not fight, you read too much books, you are a weakling' Denethor turned his attention back to the Uruk-Hai. 'I'm not weak' Faramir cried 'and I can fight, please father let me help you!'
'Yes you are, look at you, you are crying like a little girl and little girls can not fight' Denethor said turning his head to look at his pitiful son. At that moment the Uruk-Hai lifted his sword and brought it down on top of Denethor. Denethor fell to the ground with a dull thud, blood spilling out of his stomach. 'NO, FATHER' Faramir yelled, he fell to the ground cradled the dead steward in his arms, sobbing: 'father, wake up father, father, Faramir, wake up Faramir, FARAMIR!
With a scream Faramir woke up, sat up straight and looked down on the little figure that had woken him. I looked like a little boy. What is that boy doing here? Had he been spending the night with a child? Then he remembered; it wasn't a boy, it was a halfling and not really a child either. 'Faramir are you alright?' the small figure beside him asked, 'you seemed to be having a nightmare' Faramir shook his head, and then all the memories of last night came back to him, the little boy wasn't a child, it was a Hobbit called Pippin.
'I'm fine now Pippin, thank you for waking me up' Faramir said, trying to smile, but failing miserably. Faramir felt terrible, the dream had been so real, and the things his father had said were real too, he knew it. 'You're not fine' Pippin said, looking worried 'You're still very pale and you're crying. A warrior like you should not be upset by a mere nightmare.' Now Faramir really felt like crying, and he didn't try to hide it, as tears were spilling down his face. Pippin looked shocked: 'Faramir, please don't cry, I'm sorry, I should have kept still.' He sighed ' Oh you TomFool of a Took' he scolded himself.
Faramir produced a weak smile: 'what did you just call yourself?' 'A Tom Fool of a Took, Gandalf always calls me that whenever I do something stupid, which is quite often.' Pippin smiled, thinking of happier times. Faramir bent down and kissed the top of Pippins head 'I do not think you have done anything stupid' Faramir sighed: 'its just that...'
At that moment there was a knock on the door. 'Faramir, are you awake?' a voice called. 'It's Gandalf" Pippin said, sounding a little frightened: 'I guess it's better if he doesn't find me here.' 'He's probably looking for you, you share the same room remember? I think he noticed you were missing' Faramir said. 'But he couldn't know I was here, could he?' Pippin asked, sounding worried.
'Faramir?' Gandalf voice came again. 'I'd better open the door' Faramir wispered 'you just stay out of sight'. Pippin crawled under the bed, just as Faramir called: 'Yes Gandald I am awake' 'Good' Gandalf said as he opened the door and stepped inside. Gandalf looked upon the young man still lying on the bed, looking a bit pale. 'Are you allright, Faramir?' Gandald asked. 'I'm fine' Faramir lied 'I have just had a nightmare.' Gandalf looked at him, but said nothing. 'Anyway, I've come here with a message from your father, he want to see you, so you had better go down straightaway' Pippin released the breath he had been holding, Gandalf had not been looking for him.
Gandalf turned around and walked toward the door, just before he closed it he softly said: 'Oh yes, Pippin, the steward also wants to see you, you have to wait on him during breakfast, so if you'll please come out from under the bed and get dressed.'
Gandalf chuckeled as he closed the door, leaving a rather stunned Pippin behind.