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Gollum the Great (NC-17) Print

Written by Ithiliana

08 September 2006 | 6825 words | Work in Progress

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Part Three

He stretched, yawning. Lying on the soft pillow and wrapped in the thick blanket, he was warmer and more comfortable than he had been for, for…he frowned, licking dry lips. He could not remember the last time he had slept this way. Why were his memories all of lying on the ground, of cold days, shivering, of cruel winds shrieking down from icy heights, of wet and mist, of stinking mud?

“Awake, little one?”

The voice jolted him. He struggled up, frantic now to escape the smothering wool, but had to stumble to a halt at the length of the chains. He stood, shaking, the blanket pooled around his feet, tugging the too-large shirt around him. The cave was the same as before, the lanterns lit, no way to tell if it was night or day.

The tall man stood across the room, naked to the waist, bending over one of the tables. He straightened, stepped closer, brushing red-gold hair back.

“I thought you’d sleep till night.”

He moved back until he felt the bulk of the bed behind him. He remembered the cruel hands last night. This man had not hurt him, but he commanded the others. His blue eyes seemed kind, but the broad shoulders and muscular arms showed the warrior.

A pause, and the man knelt, resting his bandaged arm on one knee.

He spoke, his voice soft. “My name is Faramir. Can you tell me yours?”

He opened his mouth, then froze, caught in the flaming gaze of the cruel Eye, the Eye that could see all. He dropped, cowering, hands over his head, whimpering. If he spoke his name, He would know. He would come.

Warm hands lifted him, set him on softness, soothed him. Finally, he opened his eyes, panting. He was lying across the foot of the bed, the chains taut from his ankles to the frame. He felt the shirt, wet with sweat, wrinkled under him. He was not safe. He would never be safe. He stared up at the grey stone above. How could it be to solid to his eyes, yet no more than a veil to the Eye?

“Here.” The man lifted his head, gave him cool water.

Grateful, he drank and then relaxed against the strong arm.

Faramir touched his neck. “I’ve never seen an injury like this.

Pain blazed at the soft touch, burning. He set his teeth, endured. No matter how bad this was, he knew somehow it had been worse. Could be worse.

Faramir frowned, then slid his arm free, moving across the room to the table. He searched among the clutter, turning back with a small pot. “We’ll try more of this.” Scooping out a waxy green substance, he bent over the bed, pulling the damp shirt open with his free hand.

The salve was pungent but soothing on burning skin. Calloused fingers stroked over the sores, rubbing the greasy ointment slowly in, starting at the back of his neck, then moving around to the front, halting at the base of his throat.

He breathed in, slow and deep, savouring the spicy scent of skin and hair, feeling the beat of his blood against the hand that slid slowly down his chest. He arched his back, feeling a new ache, centering between his legs. Muscles in belly and thighs tightened, and he moaned, soft and low.

“My lord, Anborn has returned. With another of the creatures.”


Faramir bit his lip hard enough to taste blood, forced himself to straighten, slowly. He turned to thank Damrod and say he would join them in a moment.

Damrod nodded and left.

Faramir stood, stunned. He had thought only of trying to heal the sores which were open, oozing a thick blood. But as he smoothed the salve on, something had happened. A look from blue eyes, a smile, had touched some part of him that had long been hidden.

Trying to hide from himself, Faramir turned to fumble for a cloth, wipe his greasy hands.

The soft sound from the bed behind him, not quite a word, forced him to turn, to acknowledge what he had felt, what he did feel even now, the arousal of more than his body. Helpless, he sank to his knees by the bed, reaching out a hand which was clasped in two small ones.

“You cannot tell me your name, but I must call you something,” Faramir said. Looking into the large blue eyes which had darkened at his touch decided him. “Luin.” The old language, the fluid sound, seemed right.

“Luin. I have to go.” Faramir tugged his hand free though it pained him to do so. “Here.” He rose and fetched food from his nuncheon, bread and cheese and apples, setting it on the bed beside Luin. Thinking of how long Luin had slept, he bent down and tugged the bucket out from under the bed. “You can use this if you need to. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

He pulled on his tunic, lacing it carelessly, and left, buckling on his swordbelt. He forced himself into rough movement, denying the surge of pleasure, fearful of what it meant.

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2 Comment(s)

Omg nice:] Will you update it?

— shiro    Wednesday 3 December 2008, 17:37    #

Interesting, very interesting!
Please, update here!

— Anastasiya    Thursday 22 October 2009, 5:26    #

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