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Every path to a new understanding begins in confusion.Mason Cooley (b. 1927),

In the greatest confusion there is still an open channel to the soul.- Saul Bellow 1915 -

"What is truth" ? The Bible

With grateful thanks to Raksha without whose help I would still be tearing my hair out !

The King stirred and moaned slightly but did not awaken.

Faramir began to question the wisdom of awakening him,yet felt it was important that he had something to drink. He wondered though, if it would have been better to rouse Elbeth first and ask her to give it to him. The child was sleeping so peacefully however,he had not the heart to disturb her unless he had to. She had sat up for most of the night singing for the unconscious Aragorn and making no complaint at being reduced to having only a single blanket to protect her from the cold.

"Aragorn,wake up!" Faramir called again. As Aragorn did not open his eyes, he went to where the clothing was stored and took out a clean shirt and placed it by the fire to warm.

Aragorn fought against the return of conciousness . He had long since grown to associate it it with pain. He had been cold and then a wonderful sense of peace had enfolded him and he had felt himself floating towards a glorious light. He could hear his mother and Halbarad calling to him but just as he was about to embrace them,he had been pulled back through what seemed like a long dark tunnel.

Arwen had been at the other side,pleading with him to stay with her and he had seen his son too and Elestelle. They both looked bigger than he had remembered. Then he had been cold,so very cold but loving arms had enfolded him, their warmth seeping into his own frozen body. He had heard singing in a child's clear innocent tones.

Then had been another voice,which sounded oddly like Faramir's but could not have been, a voice cracked with emotion telling him how much he was loved and needed. That same voice was calling him now,but he yearned only to escape from the pain ,which ravaged almost every inch of his frail body. His wounds throbbed painfully, as did some new hurts in his hands and feet. Had he been tortured again while he slept ?

Without opening his eyes,he tried to take stock of his surroundings. He was no longer in the cellar and appeared to be lying on some soft bedding. The single moth-eaten blanket had been replaced by layers of warm covers,with the soft fur of a pelt next to his skin. With a start,he realised that he was virtually naked and wearing nothing but a pair of drawers. He remembered Hanna demanding that he be stripped, but why had they left him anything if they planned to utterly humiliate him? Most surprisingly,his wounds had been bandaged, albeit very inexpertly and his hands and feet were no longer fettered.He was dreadfully thirsty.

Whimpering with pain, he finally opened his eyes to behold Faramir kneeling beside him, with a cup in his hand.

Faramir held his breath,wondering how the King would react. Aragorn looked at him with a bewildered rather than fearful expression. He held out the cup, preparing to rouse Elbeth if he would not take it.

"Drink this, my liege. It will help you," he said gently."See,it is not poisoned !" To prove his words, he took a drink and swallowed it.

He then supported Aragorn's head and held the cup to his lips.

In too much pain and too thirsty to resist,Aragorn drank sipping the soothing drink thankfully,until the cup was drained.

Faramir settled his head back on the pillow. Even this slight movement made the King whimper with pain."I will fetch you some poppy juice in a moment,"the Steward said,his eyes showing his distress at his lord's obvious agony.

Faramir reached out to feel the King's brow. It was cool; the fever had broken! He made to move away before the King could become agitated at the sight of him, but a faltering hand reached out towards him and took his. The fingers looked red and raw as the snow had made the chilblains much worse.

"Faramir?" Aragorn whispered in a cracked voice.

"I am here, my lord, be easy!" Faramir replied his voice choked with emotion. He wondered what would happen now Aragorn seemed in his right mind again.

The King looked at him with a puzzled expression as if trying to recall something, and then groaned again at the increasingly painful sensations returning to his hands and feet.

Faramir reached for the now warmed shirt."Let me help you put this on or you will be cold,"he said.

Aragorn had little choice but to allow the garment to be slipped over his head. He was too weak to resist and knew he needed clothes if he were to leave this place.

"You were out in the snow, " Faramir explained, pulling the shirt down and tucking the covers round him snugly again. "Your fingers and toes need tending. They look to be covered in chilblains as do your ears!"

Aragorn breathed deeply and looked down at his reddened fingers."Good idea, red not black,does not look too bad, not severe frostbite," he murmured,conceding that Faramir was correct.

The Steward mixed some poppy juice and offered it his lord."Drink this to ease the pain !" he said,again taking a small sip to prove it was safe to swallow.

Aragorn wanted to refuse but when another groan involuntarily rose to his lips,he swallowed,ashamed of showing such weakness.

Faramir fetched some bandages and a salve of black bryony, which he knew would to keep the skin supple and ease the pain. It was a remedy popular amongst his men during their time in Ithilien. He worked in silence noting how Aragorn bit his lip and whimpered. The usually lively grey eyes were dull and clouded. The Ring of Barahir now dug painfully into the swollen flesh, too tight now to remove.

He then pulled the covers away from the King's feet and painstakingly repeated the process with each reddened and swollen toe.

Aragorn bore the pain stoically all the while feeling more bewildered at Faramir's strange behaviour. This was his Faramir, the loyal friend and Steward he loved as a brother, who was trying to tend him as gently as he could. Yet this was also the traitor who had tortured him so cruelly.

Bewildered, he wondered if it were some sort of trick to make him sign the marriage contract by lulling him into a false sense of security. Fragments of memory from when he was drifting in and out of consciousness, flitted through his brain. He was sure that he remembered how Faramir had been weeping and telling him how he loved him and wanted to restore him to his wife and son. He could not understand his behaviour at all.

There, my lord, are you more comfortable? Would you like another drink? " Faramir asked after applying the salve to his ears. He tucked the covers round his chin and started to move away.

"Tell me why you betrayed me!" Aragorn demanded,a little strength returning to him as the poppy juice eased his pain.

"I am sorry ,my lord, I meant it only as a deception so that I might rescue you," Faramir replied,unable to look Aragorn in the eye as he whispered," I never wanted to torture you !"

"How can I believe you ?" Aragorn replied,"You swore fealty to me and assured me of your love once. You have broken those vows! You even stole my ring !"

"Never in my heart,sire!"Faramir replied,"I sought only to save you and when your Queen suggested that I pretend to join the rebels I agreed to do so. See your ring is back on your finger!If I truly sought to betray you. I could have told them I knew how to operate your seal but I did not!

"You branded me !" Aragorn said accusingly. He wanted to trust Faramir but could not. The image of him advancing,red hot iron in hand, would be forever seared in his brain.

"If I had not done so,I would have been unmasked !" Faramir replied, close to tears." I had to do it. As soon as I could, I drugged you to make them believe you were dead and escaped with you.. Ask Elbeth, when she awakens. She is asleep the other side of you." He told him, helping him turn his head so that he could see her blanket- shrouded form.

"Must know!" Aragorn feebly reached out with his hand, trying to touch Faramir's head and sense his thoughts before remembering that he had broken the bond.

"You severed our Thought Bond," Faramir said sadly,"I understand why but I feel my soul is torn asunder !

Aragorn hesitated. He had no desire to bond with a traitor,yet if Faramir were telling the truth,it would most likely kill him him,were the link not at least partially restored. He distrusted him, yet the love he had once borne him, still lingered sufficiently for him not to want to risk destroying the younger man.

"It can be remade! Place your head against mine !"Aragorn tried to sound commanding but his voice emerged as a feeble croak.

Faramir gulped; he had not dared to hope that he would ever again share the thought bond with his King but was eager to do so, albeit this would surely be for the last time.

He lay down beside Aragorn so that their heads could easily touch, only to find their carven Numenorean noses got in the way. He could not help but smile at the memory of the first time that had happened and there was an answering hint of a smile in Aragorn's pain filled eyes.

Helping the King to a sitting position propped against his pillows, Faramir pressed his forehead against his King's.

It surprised him how quickly the bond was re –established as almost immediately the dreadful emptiness within him was healed. Yet he found it impossible to sense anything other than cruel images of pain and suffering within the King's mind. Whether it was because it was too much to endure, or that they lacked sufficient accord,he did not know. What he could sense was overwhelming in its horror.

From what he had witnessed, and the cruel marks on the King's tortured body, he had some idea of how much his friend had suffered, but only now could he envisage something of what Aragorn had endured, the pain, the imprisonment, the humiliation the hunger, thirst and loneliness that he had known,and worse still,the anguish and despair he had felt when Faramir had betrayed him.

For his part, Aragorn could sense even less,as he could not bring himself to fully form a Thought Bond with one he trusted so little and he was too weak to fully utilise his mental abilities. He could sense guilt,pity and regret but could not decide whether Faramir regretted betraying him or those he had chosen to join forces with.

Exhausted at the effort, he fell back against the pillows.

Faramir sat slumped, his head in his hands, increasingly alarmed for his King as never before had he seen him in such despair. He could sense how much he was missing Arwen but it went far deeper than that as he sensed an inner brokenness, which he could only hope, she would be able to mend.

"Arwen and my son?" Aragorn whispered.

"They are both safe. Damrod has taken them into hiding together with Eowyn and Elestelle," Faramir reassured him.

Aragorn sighed with relief and settled more easily.

He could not trust Faramir but at present he was too weak to refuse his aid. He could sense no deception in him and for the moment that would have to suffice. He could no longer resist the urge to sleep and escape the pain. He surrendered to the poppy juice and knew no more.

TBC

A/N

A very grateful thank you to you all for your much appreciated comments. I have replied to everyone who logged in.

My apologies for any errors that you might find, my usual Word processor is not working and I am having to use one I am unfamiliar with until at least after Christmas.

From now on, I am having to to do much more rewriting from my original draft than previously, as this story has taken a different direction from what I originally planned. Therefore, it might take longer for me to post new chapters.