Chapter 4: Before He Goes To War
WARNING: HAS BEEN BUMPED UP TO R! SOME SMUT INVOLVED!
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Faramir watched the fireplace in his room as the embers softly glowed, the flame having been long gone. His thoughts returned to Airell. He felt so bad for having just left her there, yet if he did not - he would have surely given into what she asked. He loved her, and hated to see her cry. He hated to watch the pain and longing in her eyes when he told her that he could not stay. Her emerald eyes seemed as if they pierced through him. Every time he saw her, it was as if his heart would burst with desire. Desire to hold her, to kiss her, to be with her every second. But most of all, the desire to ask her the question that had been burning in his heart for so long.
But he refused to make her a widow before he could make her his wife. He sighed as he walked to his bed and lay down, letting sleep overtake him.
Airell sat on her bed staring out the window. The night breeze floated in her room, and she watched as the stars began to shimmer. She longed to be elsewhere. She longed to be in his arms, she longed for him to stay with her. She loved him so much and always had as long as she had known him. The way he made her feel when he looked at her, it was as if everything inside of her melted, her knees became week, and her breath caught in her throat.
She sighed as she changed into her nightgown and blew out her beside lantern. The darkness felt as if it crept inside her as she lay down on her bed. She felt cold and lonely. Sleep would not come, no matter how many times she beat her pillow or turned over. She surrendered to the fact that it would not come, and set her feet on the cold stone floor. She thought for a moment, and in her heart she knew where she had to go.
She walked along the corridors and through the hall that housed the bed chambers, until she reached the wooden door she desired. She silently opened it and ventured inside. She could hear soft breathing, and knew that Faramir was asleep. She sat on the edge of the bed and watched as he slept so peacefully. A strand of his hair fell onto his cheek, and she lightly brushed it back. He stirred, and his eyes fluttered open.
He thought it might have been a dream as he saw her emerald eyes looking into his own.
"Airell?" he asked as he sat up.
"Yes."
He felt her eyes pierce through him, and the pressure in his heart again. Then the thought entered his mind about why she had come.
"Airell, if you are here to talk about my decision to-" she put one of her fingers to his lips and leaned down.
"I have not come to talk about that." She took her finger away and lightly brushed her lips on his. "I have come to spend the night with the man that I love before he goes to war."
Faramir framed her face with his hands and kissed her passionately. Airell ran her hands in his hair as he pulled her even closer to him so that she was lying next to him.
She let out a soft moan as his kisses trailed down her neck and he pushed her gown off her shoulders. Her hands made their way under his shirt and pulled it off over his head, exposing his well defined chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth against his again.
She rolled over on top of him, not breaking their kiss. He took off her nightgown and threw it to the side. She shivered as the air hit her exposed skin. She moaned and threw her head back at the sensation. Her nerves buzzed as he gently bit her neck. He turned over, pulling her under the covers with him, and now putting himself on top of her. She could feel the hardness in his pants press against her thigh, and she smiled. She smiled and began to unbutton his breeches She pulled him down to her and kissed him passionately, letting him know that she was ready.
"Airell, are you sure this is what you want,?" he asked when he pulled away and looked deep into her eyes.
"Yes, Faramir, this is what I want," she let out breathlessly.
The rest of the night was spent in delightful bliss and the two slept in each others' arms until light crept into the chamber. Faramir woke and watched the woman beside him sleep. She was so beautiful and he loved her with everything he was. He quietly got up and dressed in his uniform. He wrote a letter and placed it in Airell's hand. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face and kissed her on the lips. She stirred, but did not wake. He walked to the door and paused. He glanced back to the bed, and stared Airell for a moment. He sighed and went out the door.
Airell woke as she heard the door close. She sat up quickly, and saw Faramir was not beside her. She felt a paper in her hand and looked at it.
Airell my love, I am truly sorry for leaving so hastily, but I fear that it was necessary. I could not bear to see you cry again, and I had to leave.
Do not worry for me while I am at war. No matter what happens, I will return to you. I will not die. Please, I know you all too well my love; do not come after me. I know you can fight, but I want you as far away from all this terror as possible. They will need you in the Houses of Healing, should we not be able to retake Osgiliath. I beg you to keep yourself from danger. Your strength has helped me so much before, and I know others will need it to. I want you to know that I love you with all my heart, and I pray that you always remember that. I must go now, but know that it is not good-bye, for I will return. I promise my love. With all the love that I posess, Faramir Airell pressed the letter to her lips as she cried. How could she not worry for him? The man that she had loved, that she will always love, could die. She knew that she could never live without him. She loved him so much that she couldn't do as he asked. She threw back the covers and jerked on her nightgown. She ran all the way back to her chambers. As she stood in front of her desk, she hurriedly pulled out a drawer. She grasped the knife and brought it up to her hair. Well, I think I am gonna keep it going. But that doesn't mean I don't still want feed back. What do you want to see happen. Let me know, Thanks. SweetBloom EDITOR:
Kika
AKA Spawn of Sauron
AKA Keeper of the Evil Eyebrow
Faramir watched the fireplace in his room as the embers softly glowed, the flame having been long gone. His thoughts returned to Airell. He felt so bad for having just left her there, yet if he did not - he would have surely given into what she asked. He loved her, and hated to see her cry. He hated to watch the pain and longing in her eyes when he told her that he could not stay. Her emerald eyes seemed as if they pierced through him. Every time he saw her, it was as if his heart would burst with desire. Desire to hold her, to kiss her, to be with her every second. But most of all, the desire to ask her the question that had been burning in his heart for so long.
But he refused to make her a widow before he could make her his wife. He sighed as he walked to his bed and lay down, letting sleep overtake him.
Airell sat on her bed staring out the window. The night breeze floated in her room, and she watched as the stars began to shimmer. She longed to be elsewhere. She longed to be in his arms, she longed for him to stay with her. She loved him so much and always had as long as she had known him. The way he made her feel when he looked at her, it was as if everything inside of her melted, her knees became week, and her breath caught in her throat.
She sighed as she changed into her nightgown and blew out her beside lantern. The darkness felt as if it crept inside her as she lay down on her bed. She felt cold and lonely. Sleep would not come, no matter how many times she beat her pillow or turned over. She surrendered to the fact that it would not come, and set her feet on the cold stone floor. She thought for a moment, and in her heart she knew where she had to go.
She walked along the corridors and through the hall that housed the bed chambers, until she reached the wooden door she desired. She silently opened it and ventured inside. She could hear soft breathing, and knew that Faramir was asleep. She sat on the edge of the bed and watched as he slept so peacefully. A strand of his hair fell onto his cheek, and she lightly brushed it back. He stirred, and his eyes fluttered open.
He thought it might have been a dream as he saw her emerald eyes looking into his own.
"Airell?" he asked as he sat up.
"Yes."
He felt her eyes pierce through him, and the pressure in his heart again. Then the thought entered his mind about why she had come.
"Airell, if you are here to talk about my decision to-" she put one of her fingers to his lips and leaned down.
"I have not come to talk about that." She took her finger away and lightly brushed her lips on his. "I have come to spend the night with the man that I love before he goes to war."
Faramir framed her face with his hands and kissed her passionately. Airell ran her hands in his hair as he pulled her even closer to him so that she was lying next to him.
She let out a soft moan as his kisses trailed down her neck and he pushed her gown off her shoulders. Her hands made their way under his shirt and pulled it off over his head, exposing his well defined chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth against his again.
She rolled over on top of him, not breaking their kiss. He took off her nightgown and threw it to the side. She shivered as the air hit her exposed skin. She moaned and threw her head back at the sensation. Her nerves buzzed as he gently bit her neck. He turned over, pulling her under the covers with him, and now putting himself on top of her. She could feel the hardness in his pants press against her thigh, and she smiled. She smiled and began to unbutton his breeches She pulled him down to her and kissed him passionately, letting him know that she was ready.
"Airell, are you sure this is what you want,?" he asked when he pulled away and looked deep into her eyes.
"Yes, Faramir, this is what I want," she let out breathlessly.
The rest of the night was spent in delightful bliss and the two slept in each others' arms until light crept into the chamber. Faramir woke and watched the woman beside him sleep. She was so beautiful and he loved her with everything he was. He quietly got up and dressed in his uniform. He wrote a letter and placed it in Airell's hand. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face and kissed her on the lips. She stirred, but did not wake. He walked to the door and paused. He glanced back to the bed, and stared Airell for a moment. He sighed and went out the door.
Airell woke as she heard the door close. She sat up quickly, and saw Faramir was not beside her. She felt a paper in her hand and looked at it.
Airell my love, I am truly sorry for leaving so hastily, but I fear that it was necessary. I could not bear to see you cry again, and I had to leave.
Do not worry for me while I am at war. No matter what happens, I will return to you. I will not die. Please, I know you all too well my love; do not come after me. I know you can fight, but I want you as far away from all this terror as possible. They will need you in the Houses of Healing, should we not be able to retake Osgiliath. I beg you to keep yourself from danger. Your strength has helped me so much before, and I know others will need it to. I want you to know that I love you with all my heart, and I pray that you always remember that. I must go now, but know that it is not good-bye, for I will return. I promise my love. With all the love that I posess, Faramir Airell pressed the letter to her lips as she cried. How could she not worry for him? The man that she had loved, that she will always love, could die. She knew that she could never live without him. She loved him so much that she couldn't do as he asked. She threw back the covers and jerked on her nightgown. She ran all the way back to her chambers. As she stood in front of her desk, she hurriedly pulled out a drawer. She grasped the knife and brought it up to her hair. Well, I think I am gonna keep it going. But that doesn't mean I don't still want feed back. What do you want to see happen. Let me know, Thanks. SweetBloom EDITOR:
Kika
AKA Spawn of Sauron
AKA Keeper of the Evil Eyebrow