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A Twisted Tale (NC-17) Print

Written by Minx

29 November 2011 | 4154 words | Work in Progress

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Part 3: In Rivendell and the northern reaches

Summary: Faramir reaches Rivendell and wants to travel with the fellowship.

I know the hobbits did not go in search of the riders with the scouts from Rivendell, but this is as I said, AU


3.1 The destination

Prompt 065. Match

Faramir had been wandering aimlessly through fog and drizzle for close to two days now, still seemingly nowhere near Imladris.

He was almost faint from exhaustion when the elf came across him.

“Imladris,” he mumbled, stumbling to the ground.

“And who might you be?” the elf queried.

“Faramir of Gondor.”

“I’ve heard of you, son of Denethor,” the elf said frowning, “You’re not expected in Imladris.”

“It is very important that I reach there,” he beseeched.

“’How important?” The elf had a familiar glint in his eyes.

They moved to a clearing nearby. The elf leaned back against a fallen tree, his penis hard and erect. Faramir had just straddled him when a second elf entered the clearing.

Faramir gasped, and made to move.

“Sit back,” the elf said imperiously, “This is my twin, Elladan. We always share our pleasures.”

“I don’t suppose you’d mind?” The other elf said pleasantly, stripping down his leggings

Faramir shook his head unhappily, “Would you like me to use my mouth on you, while…”

“Nay, lad, we always ride together,” Elladan said, and moved to stand in front of his twin, so that their members rubbed against each other, glistening below Faramir’s trembling buttocks.


3.2 The king

Prompt 020. Master

Faramir stared at the ranger. Gone was the unkempt hair, unshaven face and the haphazard clothes. The man before them now stood cleaned, finely clad, tall and handsome as he uttered his claim to Gondor.

The voice rang in his ears, strong and powerful, sending shivers up his spine and through his groin.

Often he had woken wet and sticky from dreams where he surrendered all to one man; laying himself on soft, silken sheets, warm grass, hard stone, his body bared to this man, spread out and open for taking, crouching naked and bound at his feet, seeking merely a touch, lying whipped and aching on a cold floor, begging for more, at his command, anywhere he sought, being taken at will many times over. And he would always wake with the whisper of this voice echoing in his ears.

He ignored Legolas’ baleful glare, and continued staring, worshipping that magnificent form, taking in the firm build, straight back, powerful legs. There was power and strength there, but also grace and gentleness.

He trembled as the older man’s words washed over him. Whether Aragorn were king of Gondor or not, Faramir knew he would willingly be his subject forever.


3.3 Warnings

Prompt 015. Angry

Faramir waded out of the stream shivering, for the water had been frigid, although the elves had said it would be nice for a bath! Trembling as cool air nipped his bare skin, he reached for the robes he’d left on a shrub nearby.

He gasped as he was grabbed and shoved against a tree, Legolas’ palm on his chest, holding him in place. Rough wood scratched his bare back and buttocks painfully. Elrond’s twin sons stood behind scowling derisively.

“We saw how you stared at Estel,” Legolas growled.

What?” he squeaked, confused.

“You were practically undressing him with your eyes in the council!”

A swift punch to his unprotected stomach sent him down in a heap.

One twin smiled pleasantly above him, “Harm one hair on Aragorn’s head and we will hunt you down to whichever miserable corner of Gondor your father hides you away in and ensure you suffer. We’ll do far worse to you than you think of doing to Aragorn.”

Faramir flushed, annoyed. He’d never harm Aragorn! He made to rise painfully.

“I wouldn’t-,”

“For he’d certainly not be willing with you!”

The kick to his groin sent him down again, moaning pitifully. The elves left.


3.4 The fellowship

Prompt 057. Please

Elrond frowned when approached, “I don’t see why you should travel with them.”

“I assured my father I’d uphold the honour of Gondor. And surely there’s safety in numbers?”

“I am yet unsure where Gondor stands on the kingship,” Elrond retorted, “Besides, I don’t feel you’ll aid greatly on numbers. From what I’ve heard of your swordmsanship, your brother would have been more useful.”

Faramir reddened.

“They cannot be distracted by weakness,” Elrond continued, returning to his paperwork, “I hear besides that your skills in the bedchamber are more useful to your father!”

“Oh!” Faramir said dully.

He had thought Elrond would be different but clearly not. He shrugged off his robe.

Elrond stared at the stark naked figure and gasped, dropping the papers.

“Would you like to take me over the table, or the bed?” Faramir asked.

“What are you doing?” Elrond rose and shoved him against the wall, angrily.

“You said you heard of my… skills. I thought if you availed them, I could travel.”

He cried out as he was struck across the face.

“Get out!” Elrond shouted, throwing his robe at him, “You disgust me!”

Faramir scrambled hurriedly into the robe and left, humiliated and tearful.


3.5 The decision

Prompt 051. Yes

“I was surprised to see you here,” Mithrandir said, “I thought Denethor would send Boromir.”

Faramir flushed miserably, “Boromir is needed in Gondor. I’m not.”

“I’ll speak to Elrond,” Mithrandir said reassuringly.

Elrond was disinterested, “What use will this lad be on this journey?”

“He is well-skilled in battle,” Gandalf said reassuringly, “And leads the Ithilien rangers most capably.”

“I have heard nothing of those skills,” Elrond retorted.

“Denethor makes every effort to slight those, lauding instead his sexual skills.”

“Yes. Which are unnecessary here, however good they may be.”

“I will admit he is more than capable there.”

“You?” Elrond sounded appalled.

Gandalf shrugged, “Denethor sends him when I visit to seduce me for information. And I feed Denethor news that he must know but is too proud to ask.”

“But why must you -?”

“He would know if I hadn’t bedded the boy. I hear he has him examined. This is convenient.”

“I can’t believe…”

“I am most gentle with him. Unlike the others he is asked to pleasure.”

He cannot return to Gondor just yet. I am sure he will be of much use on this journey.”

“Very well. Take him with you, if you will!”


3.6 Dropping Eaves

Prompt 093. Voice

Faramir halted, hearing his name mentioned. Elrond, Glorfindel, Legolas and the twins stood in the garden below.

Glorfindel was speaking, “They say in the diplomatic circles if it can be resolved by war, Denethor calls on Boromir; if it can’t, Faramir’s whored out.”

Faramir paled.

“What use is a whore in this journey?” Elladan snorted, “Unless anyone has needs…” he nudged Legolas, smirking.

“I wouldn’t bed that stinking runt ever,” Legolas sniffed, “And I don’t trust him at all. He seemed ready to devour Aragorn in the council.”

“He’s Denethor’s son,” Glorfindel said, “The old man would hardly welcome Aragorn!”

“Boromir is Denethor’s son too,” Elrond said, “But Aragorn thought very highly of him, when they met in Pelargir.”

“We know why that is,” Elrohir smirked, “They nearly broke their bed.”

Faramir gasped. Boromir’s secret northern lover! His brother had raved one drunken night about that tryst, in shocking detail.

Elrond scowled, but continued, “I’ve heard he’s unlike Denethor, even Boromir; bookish, Gandalf says.”

“A coward,” Legolas opined.

Faramir flushed. That word always had the power to hurt.

“He’s no good for the fellowship,” Elladan said.

Faramir turned away unhappily.

“But the fellowship could be good for him,” Elrond mused.


3.7 On the broken bridge

Prompt 062. Shadow

Faramir shivered, young Pippin’s description of their flight brought to mind his own encounter with the darkness in Osgiliath.

He ‘d stood at the bridge, sword in hand, holding the defence as Boromir helped their men set fire to the wooden supports.

The shadow had engulfed him there, filling him with strange sensations. He’d felt a coldness creeping up his legs, between his thighs. It seeped between his parted legs, settling between his buttocks, and in his groin. He felt himself hardening and whimpered, shocked. Around him the battled raged.

The sensation spread to his stomach and chest; his nipples were hard and aroused. He gasped. A lethargic weakness set over him. His hand inched towards his swelling groin; he felt his knees tremble, barely holding him up

And then he noticed the Easterling spring towards Boromir. He moved immediately, intercepting it and three others that followed, back into the fray of the attack.

The bridge finally crumbled, forcing them into the river. When he crawled onto the other bank, wet and exhausted, he could no longer feel the shadow on him. But the lethargy stayed in him all that night and he lay shivering in Boromir’s arms, weakened and shaken.


In the northern reaches…

3.8 A room for the night

Prompt 079. Rain

Faramir stared out of the window at the persistent rain. Aragorn was to have met him and Pippin at the inn near the ranger village two days ago and Faramir had no coin to stay another night.

He sought the innkeeper.

“Out you go,” the man shrugged.

Faramir bit his lip. He’d have left but he had Pippin with him. And the rain was worsening.

“Another day,” he pleaded, “My companion brings coin.”

“He was due yesterday!”

“Please?”

“I could give you a night without coin…,” the innkeeper said suddenly, reaching for the younger man’s hip, smirking.

Faramir, eyes closed, mind on the pitter-patter of the rain on the stable roof, stood bent over a stall, gripping rough wood for support, naked legs spread wide, fat, sweaty fingers clutching his buttocks, panting, excited breaths in his ear, the innkeeper’s thick length thrusting into him in rapid bursts. Until finally, he pulled out, thick trails of release trickling down Faramir’s thighs.

Faramir rose. And gasped.

Aragorn stood there, watching disgustedly.

The innkeeper laughed, and smacked Faramir’s backside, hard. “I can see why you keep this runt around. He’s well worth the extra night!”

“We leave now,” Aragorn said and strode away.


3.9 Impressions

Prompt 077. Unforgiving

They rode back through intermittent rain, Faramir trying to ignore the pain caused by his sore lower body impacting the hard saddle. The terrain seemed rougher now than when they’d ridden out.

Aragorn would not speak to him.

He had tried to explain as they were leaving, red-faced from embarrassment, “I thought we’d need to stay another night. I had no coin, and didn’t know when you’d return, and -,”

“You could have camped outside!” Aragorn stated, a little too calmly.

“It was raining. And Pippin-,”

Aragorn had given him a disgusted look and shouldered past him, almost sending him falling.

Pippin prattled away merrily as they rode, “I’m so glad we left that awful inn. The rooms were terrible! I’d much rather have slept out in the rain! I’d brought a tent too!”

Faramir tried talking again later in the day.

“I’m grateful Lord Elrond is letting me travel on the quest. I look forward to journeying with you.”

“I’m not,” Aragorn said cuttingly, “Four hobbits will need enough looking after. I would have preferred to do without one more charge.”

“I do not need looking after,” Faramir retorted, “I too am a soldier.”

“Don’t you mean a slattern?”

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Ah, but I wish you would write ore of this. Twice now have I read it, but in one day, and many more a time I a sure it shall pass my eyes.

— Avid Reader    Wednesday 4 December 2013, 5:31    #

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