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Forgotten Moments (NC-17)

Written by balrog

27 December 2010 | 49648 words

Title: Forgotten Moments
Author: balrog
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Faramir
Warnings: MPREG

Faramir finds out that his life was nothing but a lie.

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Chapter 5

“Faramir, it’s me. It’s Éomer. You’re dreaming, my love, wake up.” Éomer was trying to reach his love without scaring the wits out of him. When he watched the eyes focus before him, he saw tears fall down his face.

Faramir heard the calm voice before him before his eyes focused. Then he watched as Éomer put his hand on his arm. He looked into his friends eyes and tears rolled down his face. “I’m sorry, Éomer.” Faramir started to cry. He tried to calm himself down by taking deep breaths but there was no use. He was totally upset from his dream.

“What happened, Faramir? What were you dreaming about?” Éomer put his hand on Faramir’s arm trying to sooth him.

“All I remember is fath… Denethor telling me I was not his child. That my…” he hesitated. What was he to call his mother now that he knew the truth? Faramir looked into Éomer ‘s eyes. “They were not my parents. Neither of them were my parents. Denethor told me that his wife found me at the gates to this city. Why? Why would no one want me?” Faramir put his face in his hands and cried his heart out. Now no one wanted him. He was a poor excuse for a son now. His shoulders shook until he felt arms go around him. Faramir didn’t want Éomer to know about the beatings.

Éomer was stunned at what he just heard. This cannot be! He was loved by his fellow men and comrades. He gathered Faramir up in his arms, rubbing his back. “I will have you. I will have you, my love.” He was trying to sooth his bedmate.

“I don’t want your pity!” Faramir pushed Éomer away from him. He didn’t want anyone’s pity as he scooted to the foot of the bed trying to get away.

“It’s not pity, Faramir. I love you. I have loved you since I took care of you in Rohan. We had a deep friendship before that. Don’t you remember? When you were injured near Rohan, I took personal care of you. It was then that I fell in love. When you slept, somehow you worked your way into my heart. When I laid in the same bed with you, my feelings for you changed. I would look at you and I would get this ach in my heart. It was love. I would get sweaty hands and my throat would tighten up. I love you, Faramir.” Éomer poured out his feelings to his first love.

Faramir watched as Éomer told him about the love he felt. The words meant nothing to him but the expressions in his face told him the whole story. Éomer did love him. That was all he needed to know. He felt the same ach in his heart at this time. Someone did love him and he sat before him. Faramir leaned over and brought his lips against Éomer’s.

Éomer watched as Faramir leaned over and kissed him making them both lie down. It was chaste at first then became passionate. His toes curled as he felt a tongue that wanted to gain access. Opening his mouth, he waited as a tongue worked its way inside and tasted ever corner. It brought a moan to his throat.

Faramir found the taste inside Éomer’s mouth intoxicating. Somehow, just being close to this man made his body tingle. He placed his hands on either side of Éomer’s face and drew him in close. Somehow, he wanted to feel every inch of the body before him. He felt an erection poke him in the hip and it brought a moan to his throat.

Éomer couldn’t get enough of his soon to be lover’s body. He roamed his hands over every inch they could reach. When he felt a cock brush up against his hip, he pushed forward wanting more contact. He reached down with his hand and brushed the cock before it which made it get harder. He moved his hands around to the back pulling his hips forward making his cock touch the other. It brought another moan to Éomer. He released the lips before his, needing to breathe.

“Do you want this?” Éomer asked looking into the eyes before his. He didn’t know if Faramir was ready for making love or not.

“Yes,” came the answer. “I want to make love to you. I want to be inside of you, feeling you surround me. I want you to feel how much I love you.” Faramir’s breath came in short gasps. He never kissed another man like he just kissed Éomer.

“I want you inside me, too.”

They both got out of their nightshirts and threw them to the floor. Their lips connected again wanting to taste each other. They each possessed a flavor that the other one wanted. Hands roamed skin, fingers tweaked nipples until they were hard.

Éomer’s passion rose in his chest wanting more of the man before him. He laid them both down on the bed and brought Faramir between his legs. Pulling his lips away for breath, he stared into his eyes and saw love in them.

Faramir couldn’t get enough of the man before him. He loved the smell of the skin which smelled of leather and horses. The Gondorian brought his lips down kissing a chin and then made his way across the jaw until he reached a neck. There, he planted more kisses until he reached an earlobe, placing it between his lips and sucked. He heard a moan and hips rose up into his bringing their cocks into contact.

Éomer’s passion was so high that the tingles in his body went down to his groin making him harder. He bucked his hips up which made contact and brought a groan to his throat. His hands roamed down the sides of Faramir’s body until they came upon cheeks which he took into his hands and squeezed.

“Faramir… I need,” came a hoarse whisper.

“Yes, my love,” came the reply. “Soon.”

Faramir kissed his way down the collarbone until he reached a nipple, taking it into his mouth and sucking then brushing it with his tongue. He continued the kisses along the chest until he reached the other nipple giving it the same treatment. As he worked his way down the chest, he came to the naval and poked his tongue into it which made the man below him groan. He noticed a trail of hair lead down. He placed further kisses until he reached a cock which was leaking onto the stomach. He brought his tongue up to gather the fluid and then took the cock into his mouth until his nose came upon the hairs of the groin area. He inhaled and smelled the musky scent.

When his cock was taken into a hot wet cavern, he screamed. “Yes,” was all he could say. His hands were clutched into the sheets almost making them tear. “Now, I can’t take anymore.”

Faramir sucked a little harder when he heard the words. His cock was so hard he was grinding himself into the sheets wanting contact. He let the cock flop onto Éomer’s stomach and he looked up. He saw Éomer’s eyes clenched tight and his head moving from side to side.

“Yes my love.” Faramir leaned over the bed to the night stand and got the oil out. Leaning back, he opened the bottle and poured a generous amount onto his fingers. He took Éomer’s lips into his and kissed him hard.

Éomer spread his legs further apart knowing what was going to happen. He felt fingers rub against his opening, making him moan. Then he felt two fingers enter him. The kissing from the lips made the pain bearable. Lips left his and he gazed into the eyes before him.

“Marry me, Faramir?” he asked. Somehow those words that were spoken were the truth. His heart never felt better right at that very moment.

“Yes,” came the reply without hesitation. He worked his fingers as the words were said, stretching him until he was ready.

“I’m ready,” Éomer replied.

Faramir rose off the bed and planted himself between Éomer’s legs. He took the vial and put more oil in his fingers and brought it to his cock. Just his fingers made him groan.

Éomer watched as Faramir ready himself. His tongue licked across his lips when he watched a hand slick the cock before him. Faramir got into position and pushed his cock inside until only the tip entered.

Faramir watched his lover’s eyes for any pain but saw none. He pushed in until he could go no further. Taking his hand he brushed the hair away from Éomer’s face. There was so much love that his heart ached.

“I will love you until the end of time,” Faramir whispered to the lips before his.

“I will love you also, until the end of time,” Éomer replied. He brought his lips up until he encase them with Faramir’s. Their tongues dueled until he felt his lover move his hips out and then forward, bringing a moan forward. His lips let go when he tilted his head back, feeling the cock inside him brush up against his sweet spot.

Faramir knew that he wouldn’t be able to control himself much longer. His cock was so hard that it ached. He rose the legs of his lover over his shoulders and grabbed his hips. He watched his lover’s eyes and when he noticed no pain, he pushed in a little harder.

Feeling his legs rise off the bed, Éomer felt his passion grow stronger with each passing of the cock inside him. It brushed over his sweet spot again and again.

“So close,” Éomer whispered.

“Then come with me,” Faramir said as he grabbed his lovers cock and started to stroke up and down.

Éomer could feel his sack tighten and then his cock erupted seconds later.

Faramir watched as the white liquid spurted over Éomer’s chest. The last glob landed on his fingers. Then he felt muscles clench around his cock, he released himself inside his lover for the first time. It was then that he felt a clenching at his heart. He didn’t know if it was from the injury to his head or not but it was not a pain.

Éomer heart raced when he erupted. “Yes,” he screamed. At the same time, he became aware of a warmth inside his butt. He realized that Faramir released himself and it was the most powerful feeling he experienced. His heart tightened. As fast as it tightened, it was released. It was the weirdest feeling.

Faramir, wiping his hand on the corner of the sheet, brought himself up until his arms were on either side of Éomer’s face.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too,” came the reply. “Did you just feel something now?”

“What do you mean?”

“It felt like someone squeezed my heart but it wasn’t what you would call painful.”

“Yes, I did.” Faramir watched as Éomer brought up his hands and placed one of each of their hearts. His eyes widened at what he felt.

“What is it?” The look almost scared Faramir.

“Our hearts… they beat as one. What does this mean?”

Faramir felt himself slip out of Éomer and he rose to get a cloth to wipe them down. When the deed was finished he came back to bed and leaned on one elbow.

“What I’m about to tell you will go no further. Do you promise?” Faramir watched the eyes of his lover.

“What do you know?” Éomer watched as the truth was said with the eyes.

“Something tells me that this is what we humans would call ‘elf magic’. Gandalf taught me many things when I was a child. I seem to remember that in elf folklore, it is called a bonding of two souls. Why it happened to us, I don’t know. I can somehow feel you inside of me and I bet you can feel me also.”

“Yes, but you are no elf.”

“After my dream, I don’t know what I am. I was left at the gates, remember. We need to find records in the archives about my birth. Something tells me that is where I will find myself. Why else would I heal faster when I was in Rohan. Maybe…”

“How can you be an elf? They don’t exist. You have red blond hair.

“Then why can I read Elvish? If the elves don’t exist, then why so we have books in their language? Tomorrow, we will search the birth records for information about me. Right now, you wore me out.” Faramir placed a kiss on his love’s cheek and his head on the shoulder below him.

“I think that is best,” Éomer said. “What do you mean I wore you out?” He brought his lover into his arms and he placed a kiss on the hair. “I love you.”

“As I love you. Now let’s get some sleep. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

“Mmmmm,” came the reply. Then a soft snore was heard.

After a fast breakfast in their room, they headed to the archives of the library. Faramir got a little help from Amaldon, the head librarian on where to find birth records. When he saw the records, he breathed in a sigh of relief on the amount of records there were. It was huge. Amaldon showed the two men where to start.

After many hours of searching, paper cuts and frustration, Faramir came up with a scroll that looked pretty old. He unrolled it on the table and breathed a sigh of relief.

Éomer watched Faramir at the table. When Faramir’s shoulders slumped, the Marshall knew he found something.

“What is it?” Éomer leaned over his love’s shoulder and started reading the parchment.

My son,

If you are reading this then you know the truth.

I could not care for you because I was in poor health after giving birth to you. I knew in my heart that I did not have much time to live so I am writing this letter to you to tell you who you are.

You are my son for one. I was born a human. You are probably wondering why I said that. It is because your father is an elf. But first about me.

I grew up in a village just on the outskirts of Minas Tirith. We were protected by the Rangers so we never feared anyone. It was at this time that I found an injured elf. He had an orc arrow protruding from his shoulder but was not poisoned. So I took him into my home and tended his wound.

Yes, it was an elf. I know they are not to exist but they do. We heard them in folklore.

After a week he mended and stayed for a couple of months. He helped me with things around the house and that was when I fell in love with him. He was the most caring elf you could ever find. I know what your thinking. Elves are of our folklore but they do exist. They keep out of sight mostly unless there is fighting. They are a fierce warrior made of strength and bravery.

When he left, I found myself pregnant with you. It was then I knew I loved him but had to release him. After your birth, I was weak and couldn’t take care of myself. I had help from one of the villagers but I couldn’t let her live a life of a servant. I told her who your father was. I knew then that I had to get to Minas Tirith to save your life.

This note was placed with you for a reason. I want you to search for your father. His name is Haldir and he is a March Warden of Lothlórien. He has two brothers, Rúmil and Orophin. They are great warriors of Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn. Seek him out and he will help you. He lives in a forest called Lothlórien.

Again, I’m sorry I could not take care of you but you are in good hands. I love you, my son.

Russë

Faramir didn’t know what to think. Even his own mother didn’t want him. What kind of life would he lead now? His eyes stared out into the middle of nowhere and he couldn’t keep the tears hidden. One fell to the parchment making the ink blotch.

Éomer couldn’t believe his eyes. Faramir was half elf. When he noticed the tear fall he gathered his lover into his arms and let him cry. He now knew the truth of his parents. That was why he healed fast and their souls bonded. He tried calming Faramir by rubbing his hand up and down his back.

“Come, my love, let us leave this place. You need to think about what you are going to do now that you know the truth.” He pulled Faramir away from him to gaze into his eyes. Éomer’s heart ached for his lover. He rolled up the parchment and both left the library, taking it with them. Upon entering the room, he placed the parchment down on a table and laid down with Faramir in his arms.

Faramir didn’t know what to do. It was like his world had collapse in the blink of an eye. He didn’t know where he was going but then when his eyes focused he was in their room on the bed curled up with his love. He didn’t know what to do but he did have two options. One, he had to find his father and two, he had to help the citizens of Gondor against his father. He guessed number two was his first priority. He closed his eyes and tried to think of what his father looked like.

Nothing was said between the two lovers for a while. They could hear the rain hit the window casing as a summer rain went through the city. Éomer pulled a blanket over them to keep the cool air off and both laid still.

When Faramir rose a few hours later, he knew what he had to do. First he went into the bathroom to take care of business and wash his face. The cold water shocked his system and his thoughts came into focus.

When he stepped into the bedroom, his eyes turned to his lover.

“I know what I have to do. If you want to go back to Rohan, I will not stop you. I will not involve you in this any further. You have your family to think about and I will get things straightened out here.” Faramir straightened the room up as he was speaking.

“I’m not leaving you, my love.” Éomer didn’t know what to say but he was not going to leave Faramir to fight for something that he could help with. He rose from the bed, placing his feet on the floor. “Besides, my father understands me. He knows I will not finish something I start so you have me until the end of time. He knows about my love for you. He knew before we left. So what is the plan? Do we find your father or fight for Gondor?”

“How… did you know?” Faramir asked. “I only thought of this moments ago.”

“You forget that we are bound now. What you feel in your heart, I feel in mine. I take it since we are here, we are going to fight the evil here first.”

“Yes, we need to come up with a plan to get Denethor away from that blasted palantír. It is the only thing I can figure out that is driving his mind to the evil side. We need to gain access to his study. I remember when he told me about not being his son that I noticed in the room the pedestal on which it stood. There was a black cloth covering to so that no one would know what it is.”

“I agree. Can we get some of your men to help? I think we can count on the captain that we talked to at the table a few nights ago. It seems like we have a few soldiers that would be willing to help with this caper. Can you destroy a seeing stone? What is it made of?” If they could find the answers to these questions, then maybe there was some hope for Denethor.

“I think these stones are made of an unbreakable substance but I seem to recall that intense heat can crack them. If this is true then we can destroy the seeing stone. I think I may know of a way to destroy it.” Faramir paced the room. He came to a table and poured them wine and handed one glass to Éomer.

“How can we destroy something that is indestructible? The only intense heat that I can think of is Mount Orodruin. I am not traveling into that desolate land for all the gold of Middle Earth!” Éomer took the wine from his lover as he spoke.

“There might be another way of doing it.” Faramir took a seat across from Éomer. He knew he could trust his lover with this information. “No one knows but a few that we have a blacksmith here in this city that has a fire that never goes out. It is said to be from the volcano that comes from the same mountain you speak about. We don’t know why it never goes out but it contains a magic that I think Gandalf would love to see. Even if we can crack the palantír, it would make it useless.”

“How do you know this? Have you got all your memories back this fast?” Éomer was shocked to learn of this information.

“It seems the more time I spend in this city, the more my memories are returning of the White City. It’s this city that’s doing it. It seems to make me recall the operations but of my personal life that is a different matter. As long as I live, I don’t want those memories ever again.” Faramir took a sip of his wine trying to calm his nerves.

Éomer knew of his friendship with Faramir. They could trust one another for help when it was needed. Now was the time that Faramir needed his help. He would never question his friend again on his memories.

“Then what is our first step? We need a plan to get that stone away from your fath… Denethor. Maybe Arheston, Boromir’s captain, can help us. He was faithful to your brother.”

“Yes, he could help. He is the only one that ever saw Denethor in counsel. Somehow we could persuade him to get Denethor out of that room and into counsel chambers then we could sneak in and grab the stone without him knowing it. Now all we need to do is come up with something that needs Denethor’s attention.” Faramir stood and started to pace the room for a solution.

“Yes we need a plan.” Éomer put his hands to his head trying to think of something. He glanced up watching Faramir pace the room. “How about Henneth Annûn? What was it you told me about that place? That it was an outpost for orc sightings.”

“Of course!” Faramir exclaimed. “I found it about a year ago with my men before we set out on patrol to Rohan. After I found it, Denethor took control of it with Boromir’s men because it was a hidden outpost from years ago. He wanted some control over the land that stood in the way of Mordor. Now all we need to do is get Arheston into counsel with Denethor that there is trouble brewing up north.” Faramir walked to the balcony and noticed the position of the sun. “Right about now, Arheston will be with his rangers bringing them up to date on orc sightings. Come, let us go to him now and tell him what we intend to do.”

“Yes, let’s go.” Éomer got up and both proceeded down to the captains office which was situated on the sixth level.

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