One Last Kiss
Part 11
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Aragorn groaned. He seemed to be somewhere in the middle of a desert. ...a desert? Oh, yes. It all came flowing back now. He was leading the campaign to Harad. They had been attacked by Easterlings along the way and he had been knocked out. 'Most likely mistaken for a common soldier', Aragorn thought with a growing grin of gratefulness on his face.
"Oy! His bloomin' majesty is wakin' up, Cap'n" Aragorn heard a nearby voice sneer. A voice that was without a doubt neither Gondorian nor Rohirric. In fact, he thought it almost reminded him of Harad. Aragorn shivered. What mess had he got himself into this time?
"Ah, well, that is very nice." Another voice mocked the true Gondorian accent. The King felt a kick land upon his side, and groaned. "Wake up, ye scurvy dog! I'll not have rats sleepin' in me bilges!"
Aragorn slowly opened one eye in defiance to his throbbing headache. "Bilges? I was under the impression that such a term was to be used only on a ship." He maintained a calm and controlled exterior, even though he madly wanted to bombard them with questions and threats.
"Aye, bilge's rat! We be on a ship headed for Umbar. The great King Vilak be requestin' yer humble presence. 'e don' care what the worthless pieces o' slime Ulfar, Heyub an' Mhekar be wantin' to do with ye and yer faithful steward.?"
"My...my steward?" Aragorn stuttered. Surely they had not taken Faramir! Good Eru, if they ever got out of this horrible place he would take back every harsh word he had ever said to the man. Never would he have wished Faramir the same fate he surely would suffer in Umbar.
"Aye, yer steward! He was swarin' on 'is honor t' protect yer sorry arse a few hours ago, until we told 'him to shut the hell up before we keelhauled ye right before his very eyes." The man Aragorn supposed was the Captain laughed as he taunted Gondor's King.
Aragorn noticed that the Captain's hair was so dark and matted, it looked like it would be impossible to ever cut again. Sea fungi adorned the hair, making it even more outlandish. The man had a fading, red headscarf. He was dressed in clothes that looked ready to start disintegrating any moment, and to top it all off, an outrageous long jacket that looked like it might have at some point belonged to a member of the aristocracy until undoubtedly being snatched up by the pirate.
"Corsair!" Aragorn snarled after regaining his ability to talk.
The Captain actually appeared to be thinking about it a moment until he finally replied, "Nay. I prefer the name privateer." After which he smirked and mock bowed to the King. "Me men will be showin' ye t' yer quarters in a moment. Please, if ye need anythin' just holler fer the guards. I 'ope yer stay will be as comfortable as it was back in ol' Gondor. Welcome aboard the Black Pearl, matey! Captain Berékangu at yer service!" He bowed in mockery again and stalked into the Captain's quarters, not to be seen again until that arrogant shape became a blessing to the two Lords of Gondor.
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Faramir woke up in a spell of dizziness. He was in a cell, and a rather small, cold, dark and damp one at that. Beside him was Aragorn, the King sitting straight with eyes unblinking and countenance grim. Deciding it was best not to disturb his lord at the moment, Faramir closed his eyes intending to try to sleep once again when a voice broke his thoughts.
"Faramir?"
Sitting up straight in an instant with surprise, Faramir looked at Elessar. "Yes, My Lord?"
"I do not wish that we depart in bitterness. No matter what they do to you, torture, kill or enslave, you shall have my sword. I will keep the bond of friendship even in death and beyond."
Faramir was unsurprised at the King's graveness. "It was almost like he expected to be killed in this voyage. Nevertheless, he whispered back, "I renew my oath of old, My Lord. As any other Dúnadan would say: I would fight to death for my liege lord and chase the whips of the Balrogs of Morgoth away myself and I alone before I break faith."
Aragorn smiled a true smile, as he had not done so in what seemed like eternity. Just then, the door opened. A large man, almost dwarfing Aragorn himself, seized Faramir from the brig. Aragorn bowed his head and sighed, whispering to the wind, "May good fortune find you before the sun sets this day, mellon nin (my friend)."
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Part 11
Disclaimer: I don't own it...it owns me.
Aragorn groaned. He seemed to be somewhere in the middle of a desert. ...a desert? Oh, yes. It all came flowing back now. He was leading the campaign to Harad. They had been attacked by Easterlings along the way and he had been knocked out. 'Most likely mistaken for a common soldier', Aragorn thought with a growing grin of gratefulness on his face.
"Oy! His bloomin' majesty is wakin' up, Cap'n" Aragorn heard a nearby voice sneer. A voice that was without a doubt neither Gondorian nor Rohirric. In fact, he thought it almost reminded him of Harad. Aragorn shivered. What mess had he got himself into this time?
"Ah, well, that is very nice." Another voice mocked the true Gondorian accent. The King felt a kick land upon his side, and groaned. "Wake up, ye scurvy dog! I'll not have rats sleepin' in me bilges!"
Aragorn slowly opened one eye in defiance to his throbbing headache. "Bilges? I was under the impression that such a term was to be used only on a ship." He maintained a calm and controlled exterior, even though he madly wanted to bombard them with questions and threats.
"Aye, bilge's rat! We be on a ship headed for Umbar. The great King Vilak be requestin' yer humble presence. 'e don' care what the worthless pieces o' slime Ulfar, Heyub an' Mhekar be wantin' to do with ye and yer faithful steward.?"
"My...my steward?" Aragorn stuttered. Surely they had not taken Faramir! Good Eru, if they ever got out of this horrible place he would take back every harsh word he had ever said to the man. Never would he have wished Faramir the same fate he surely would suffer in Umbar.
"Aye, yer steward! He was swarin' on 'is honor t' protect yer sorry arse a few hours ago, until we told 'him to shut the hell up before we keelhauled ye right before his very eyes." The man Aragorn supposed was the Captain laughed as he taunted Gondor's King.
Aragorn noticed that the Captain's hair was so dark and matted, it looked like it would be impossible to ever cut again. Sea fungi adorned the hair, making it even more outlandish. The man had a fading, red headscarf. He was dressed in clothes that looked ready to start disintegrating any moment, and to top it all off, an outrageous long jacket that looked like it might have at some point belonged to a member of the aristocracy until undoubtedly being snatched up by the pirate.
"Corsair!" Aragorn snarled after regaining his ability to talk.
The Captain actually appeared to be thinking about it a moment until he finally replied, "Nay. I prefer the name privateer." After which he smirked and mock bowed to the King. "Me men will be showin' ye t' yer quarters in a moment. Please, if ye need anythin' just holler fer the guards. I 'ope yer stay will be as comfortable as it was back in ol' Gondor. Welcome aboard the Black Pearl, matey! Captain Berékangu at yer service!" He bowed in mockery again and stalked into the Captain's quarters, not to be seen again until that arrogant shape became a blessing to the two Lords of Gondor.
~*~
Faramir woke up in a spell of dizziness. He was in a cell, and a rather small, cold, dark and damp one at that. Beside him was Aragorn, the King sitting straight with eyes unblinking and countenance grim. Deciding it was best not to disturb his lord at the moment, Faramir closed his eyes intending to try to sleep once again when a voice broke his thoughts.
"Faramir?"
Sitting up straight in an instant with surprise, Faramir looked at Elessar. "Yes, My Lord?"
"I do not wish that we depart in bitterness. No matter what they do to you, torture, kill or enslave, you shall have my sword. I will keep the bond of friendship even in death and beyond."
Faramir was unsurprised at the King's graveness. "It was almost like he expected to be killed in this voyage. Nevertheless, he whispered back, "I renew my oath of old, My Lord. As any other Dúnadan would say: I would fight to death for my liege lord and chase the whips of the Balrogs of Morgoth away myself and I alone before I break faith."
Aragorn smiled a true smile, as he had not done so in what seemed like eternity. Just then, the door opened. A large man, almost dwarfing Aragorn himself, seized Faramir from the brig. Aragorn bowed his head and sighed, whispering to the wind, "May good fortune find you before the sun sets this day, mellon nin (my friend)."
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