Faramir watched as the small Hobbit said the oath, swearing
allegiance to his father. He had done the same when he was of age, though
it didn't seem to do much good. It always felt that - in his father's eyes
- he was never good enough.
When the hobbit was done, Denethor walked to a table where his dinner was being set out. He sat and put a goblet to his mouth, drinking slowly. Faramir listened to his father's usual ranting, giving a reply when needed, though nothing he said ever helped. It was the same verbal abuse he was always given when his father thought his son had failed him. Finally Faramir had had enough; he could not take it anymore. All the hurt and anger over all the years ultimately broke out of his heart.
"You wish that I had died and Boromir had lived," he said with malice in his voice.
"Yes. That is what I wish," Denethor said coldly.
At hearing this Faramir remembered not what was said between the two of them after that; he just solemnly walked from the throne room. He had lost the battle, not a physical battle, but one in life. He had fought his father for years and now a wound had been made to his heart that could never fully heal. His father did not love him.
As he walked he felt someone place a hand on his upper arm. He stopped and turned. It was Airell. She looked with worry at him. He motioned for her to continue to walk with him. She did. They walked together, not saying a word until they had reached a special place. One they had found as children. It was behind the farthest bookcase in the scroll room. Faramir took a candle from one of the nearby tables. It was a small room with nothing in it but dust and cobwebs, because the door had never been found but by them. He sat the candle on the floor, and turned to Airell. She saw his face was already wet with tears. He sank to his knees, and she knelt to be beside him. He leaned against her and sobbed while she held him in her arms. She could feel the pain he had; she knew that it had to do with Denethor.
"What did he say?" she asked softly, hoping not to hurt him further.
Faramir looked up at her. "He said that he wished I was the one that died."
Ariel was shocked. She looked deep into his eyes as tears welled in her own. "I do not know how one man could be some cold, but I love you. I could not live my life without you; if you were to die, surely so would I."
Faramir stopped crying, and took a long breath. "My love, I live for you. I loved my brother, but I do not believe that I could have died in his place," he paused to wipe a tear from her face, "because I know that would have hurt you, and I would never do anything to hurt you, because I love you too much."
He placed his hand on her cheek and brought her lips to meet his own. He kissed her gently and wrapped his arms around her. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him back. She delicately pulled away.
"Never leave me please, stay here in Minas Tirith and we can be married. Please don't leave me ever again."
Faramir hung his head, "I have to."
"But - but – why?" Airell said, perplexed.
"Because I have orders to return to Osgiliath, to try and take it back. We leave in the morning," he said with regret.
"No. No!" Airell yelled as she stood up. "He can't do this! You musn't go! He has gone mad, Faramir! Don't go - " She broke down and sobbed as he stood up, too. "Don't go," she cried.
"My dear, I cannot stay. You musn't ask me to. It breaks my heart to tell you no."
"Then do not. Please," she begged as her lip quivered. "Stay with me," she whispered so softly it almost could not be heard.
Faramir stepped toward her and kissed her on the head. "I must." With that he walked out of their secret place, leaving Airell in sobs. It broke his heart to walk away, but he knew that he had to.
Author's Note: Never fear, that is not all. There will be an even better chapter soon. Review so I will know what you think of this one.
Kika
AKA Spawn of Sauron
AKA Keeper of the Evil EyebrowFaramir watched as the small Hobbit said the oath, swearing allegiance to his father. He had done the same when he was of age, though it didn't seem to do much good. It always felt that - in his father's eyes - he was never good enough.
When the hobbit was done, Denethor walked to a table where his dinner was being set out. He sat and put a goblet to his mouth, drinking slowly. Faramir listened to his father's usual ranting, giving a reply when needed, though nothing he said ever helped. It was the same verbal abuse he was always given when his father thought his son had failed him. Finally Faramir had had enough; he could not take it anymore. All the hurt and anger over all the years ultimately broke out of his heart.
"You wish that I had died and Boromir had lived," he said with malice in his voice.
"Yes. That is what I wish," Denethor said coldly.
At hearing this Faramir remembered not what was said between the two of them after that; he just solemnly walked from the throne room. He had lost the battle, not a physical battle, but one in life. He had fought his father for years and now a wound had been made to his heart that could never fully heal. His father did not love him.
As he walked he felt someone place a hand on his upper arm. He stopped and turned. It was Airell. She looked with worry at him. He motioned for her to continue to walk with him. She did. They walked together, not saying a word until they had reached a special place. One they had found as children. It was behind the farthest bookcase in the scroll room. Faramir took a candle from one of the nearby tables. It was a small room with nothing in it but dust and cobwebs, because the door had never been found but by them. He sat the candle on the floor, and turned to Airell. She saw his face was already wet with tears. He sank to his knees, and she knelt to be beside him. He leaned against her and sobbed while she held him in her arms. She could feel the pain he had; she knew that it had to do with Denethor.
"What did he say?" she asked softly, hoping not to hurt him further.
Faramir looked up at her. "He said that he wished I was the one that died."
Ariel was shocked. She looked deep into his eyes as tears welled in her own. "I do not know how one man could be some cold, but I love you. I could not live my life without you; if you were to die, surely so would I."
Faramir stopped crying, and took a long breath. "My love, I live for you. I loved my brother, but I do not believe that I could have died in his place," he paused to wipe a tear from her face, "because I know that would have hurt you, and I would never do anything to hurt you, because I love you too much."
He placed his hand on her cheek and brought her lips to meet his own. He kissed her gently and wrapped his arms around her. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him back. She delicately pulled away.
"Never leave me please, stay here in Minas Tirith and we can be married. Please don't leave me ever again."
Faramir hung his head, "I have to."
"But - but – why?" Airell said, perplexed.
"Because I have orders to return to Osgiliath, to try and take it back. We leave in the morning," he said with regret.
"No. No!" Airell yelled as she stood up. "He can't do this! You musn't go! He has gone mad, Faramir! Don't go - " She broke down and sobbed as he stood up, too. "Don't go," she cried.
"My dear, I cannot stay. You musn't ask me to. It breaks my heart to tell you no."
"Then do not. Please," she begged as her lip quivered. "Stay with me," she whispered so softly it almost could not be heard.
Faramir stepped toward her and kissed her on the head. "I must." With that he walked out of their secret place, leaving Airell in sobs. It broke his heart to walk away, but he knew that he had to.
Author's Note: Never fear, that is not all. There will be an even better chapter soon. Review so I will know what you think of this one.
EDITOR:
Kika
AKA Spawn of Sauron
AKA Keeper of the Evil Eyebrow
When the hobbit was done, Denethor walked to a table where his dinner was being set out. He sat and put a goblet to his mouth, drinking slowly. Faramir listened to his father's usual ranting, giving a reply when needed, though nothing he said ever helped. It was the same verbal abuse he was always given when his father thought his son had failed him. Finally Faramir had had enough; he could not take it anymore. All the hurt and anger over all the years ultimately broke out of his heart.
"You wish that I had died and Boromir had lived," he said with malice in his voice.
"Yes. That is what I wish," Denethor said coldly.
At hearing this Faramir remembered not what was said between the two of them after that; he just solemnly walked from the throne room. He had lost the battle, not a physical battle, but one in life. He had fought his father for years and now a wound had been made to his heart that could never fully heal. His father did not love him.
As he walked he felt someone place a hand on his upper arm. He stopped and turned. It was Airell. She looked with worry at him. He motioned for her to continue to walk with him. She did. They walked together, not saying a word until they had reached a special place. One they had found as children. It was behind the farthest bookcase in the scroll room. Faramir took a candle from one of the nearby tables. It was a small room with nothing in it but dust and cobwebs, because the door had never been found but by them. He sat the candle on the floor, and turned to Airell. She saw his face was already wet with tears. He sank to his knees, and she knelt to be beside him. He leaned against her and sobbed while she held him in her arms. She could feel the pain he had; she knew that it had to do with Denethor.
"What did he say?" she asked softly, hoping not to hurt him further.
Faramir looked up at her. "He said that he wished I was the one that died."
Ariel was shocked. She looked deep into his eyes as tears welled in her own. "I do not know how one man could be some cold, but I love you. I could not live my life without you; if you were to die, surely so would I."
Faramir stopped crying, and took a long breath. "My love, I live for you. I loved my brother, but I do not believe that I could have died in his place," he paused to wipe a tear from her face, "because I know that would have hurt you, and I would never do anything to hurt you, because I love you too much."
He placed his hand on her cheek and brought her lips to meet his own. He kissed her gently and wrapped his arms around her. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him back. She delicately pulled away.
"Never leave me please, stay here in Minas Tirith and we can be married. Please don't leave me ever again."
Faramir hung his head, "I have to."
"But - but – why?" Airell said, perplexed.
"Because I have orders to return to Osgiliath, to try and take it back. We leave in the morning," he said with regret.
"No. No!" Airell yelled as she stood up. "He can't do this! You musn't go! He has gone mad, Faramir! Don't go - " She broke down and sobbed as he stood up, too. "Don't go," she cried.
"My dear, I cannot stay. You musn't ask me to. It breaks my heart to tell you no."
"Then do not. Please," she begged as her lip quivered. "Stay with me," she whispered so softly it almost could not be heard.
Faramir stepped toward her and kissed her on the head. "I must." With that he walked out of their secret place, leaving Airell in sobs. It broke his heart to walk away, but he knew that he had to.
Author's Note: Never fear, that is not all. There will be an even better chapter soon. Review so I will know what you think of this one.
Kika
AKA Spawn of Sauron
AKA Keeper of the Evil EyebrowFaramir watched as the small Hobbit said the oath, swearing allegiance to his father. He had done the same when he was of age, though it didn't seem to do much good. It always felt that - in his father's eyes - he was never good enough.
When the hobbit was done, Denethor walked to a table where his dinner was being set out. He sat and put a goblet to his mouth, drinking slowly. Faramir listened to his father's usual ranting, giving a reply when needed, though nothing he said ever helped. It was the same verbal abuse he was always given when his father thought his son had failed him. Finally Faramir had had enough; he could not take it anymore. All the hurt and anger over all the years ultimately broke out of his heart.
"You wish that I had died and Boromir had lived," he said with malice in his voice.
"Yes. That is what I wish," Denethor said coldly.
At hearing this Faramir remembered not what was said between the two of them after that; he just solemnly walked from the throne room. He had lost the battle, not a physical battle, but one in life. He had fought his father for years and now a wound had been made to his heart that could never fully heal. His father did not love him.
As he walked he felt someone place a hand on his upper arm. He stopped and turned. It was Airell. She looked with worry at him. He motioned for her to continue to walk with him. She did. They walked together, not saying a word until they had reached a special place. One they had found as children. It was behind the farthest bookcase in the scroll room. Faramir took a candle from one of the nearby tables. It was a small room with nothing in it but dust and cobwebs, because the door had never been found but by them. He sat the candle on the floor, and turned to Airell. She saw his face was already wet with tears. He sank to his knees, and she knelt to be beside him. He leaned against her and sobbed while she held him in her arms. She could feel the pain he had; she knew that it had to do with Denethor.
"What did he say?" she asked softly, hoping not to hurt him further.
Faramir looked up at her. "He said that he wished I was the one that died."
Ariel was shocked. She looked deep into his eyes as tears welled in her own. "I do not know how one man could be some cold, but I love you. I could not live my life without you; if you were to die, surely so would I."
Faramir stopped crying, and took a long breath. "My love, I live for you. I loved my brother, but I do not believe that I could have died in his place," he paused to wipe a tear from her face, "because I know that would have hurt you, and I would never do anything to hurt you, because I love you too much."
He placed his hand on her cheek and brought her lips to meet his own. He kissed her gently and wrapped his arms around her. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him back. She delicately pulled away.
"Never leave me please, stay here in Minas Tirith and we can be married. Please don't leave me ever again."
Faramir hung his head, "I have to."
"But - but – why?" Airell said, perplexed.
"Because I have orders to return to Osgiliath, to try and take it back. We leave in the morning," he said with regret.
"No. No!" Airell yelled as she stood up. "He can't do this! You musn't go! He has gone mad, Faramir! Don't go - " She broke down and sobbed as he stood up, too. "Don't go," she cried.
"My dear, I cannot stay. You musn't ask me to. It breaks my heart to tell you no."
"Then do not. Please," she begged as her lip quivered. "Stay with me," she whispered so softly it almost could not be heard.
Faramir stepped toward her and kissed her on the head. "I must." With that he walked out of their secret place, leaving Airell in sobs. It broke his heart to walk away, but he knew that he had to.
Author's Note: Never fear, that is not all. There will be an even better chapter soon. Review so I will know what you think of this one.
EDITOR:
Kika
AKA Spawn of Sauron
AKA Keeper of the Evil Eyebrow