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Mist (R) Print

Written by Geale

30 September 2010 | 88324 words

Chapter Fourteen – Reunion

There was only moonlight, only white glow… all around him…

It held him close, continuously flowing forth… coming closer…coming so close… And then another was coming closer, turning round, turning,
and desire was coiling around his senses.

Only moonlight… clad in white glow, coming closer. There was naked skin, and there was touch. He welcomed the touch, longing to taste, and
there was moonlight…

He was open, so open. And he was joined where he lay in the sea of white, white glow… Lust flowing forth, fingers filled him, lust in his
mouth… longing to kiss and to gently caress.

Turning around, white glow dancing – there was but whiteness and skin. Succumbing to pleasure, he was turning, turning around, coming closer.
He felt skin… meet his own, skin meet his own… touching his brow, a tongue in his mouth. He was open.

Open, so open… White glow, flowing forth… playing on soft skin, longing to touch and the moonlight was exploring him, touching his brow…
dancing, turning…

He welcomed the touch, succumbing to pleasure, longing to taste, to be filled, to gently caress… and it was so. He was breached, muscles
relaxed and he welcomed the touch, flowing forth in the white glow.

His essence was flowing forth, like white glow on naked skin. Longing to taste, he was turning around, longing to taste, seeking a mouth, and
there was only moonlight.


Tuilë 37

Three dark days, during which the Moon was not seen, passed. Faramir slept fitfully, woke early in the bleak hours of dawn, and shivered in the chill that seemed to seep down into Emyn Arnen from the eastern mountains; the land was restless with its glowing white lord missing from the heavens. Faramir spent fewer hours in the woods and more inside behind his desk. There was correspondence that needed his attention: various requests from merchants further south along the Anduin, a dépêche from Minas Tirith and two letters from Éomer that mostly concerned trade, horses and a not so subtly phrased demand that Faramir inform him whether or not his sister was truly as happy as she claimed. There was a letter from Éowyn herself in the pile but he lay that aside to read later.

He did not see Aragorn. Sometimes he even wondered if the King ate at all or desired daylight and fresh air. But he was not to judge for he exhaled in relief when he entered a room and found it empty, and he was grateful for every hour of sleep that was untouched by dreams or images of the King. When he awoke, he convinced himself he remembered no details, and the mist lay heavily upon the grass each night.

His heart remained closed, he thought – so closed that not even the nimble fingers of the curiosity that restlessly swirled in the corners could pry it open. His heart, closed and cold, grew heavier and heavier with each passing hour but he thought, too, that he cared very little. Which was a lie, but at least that one stung less than the fear that ruled the King and which Faramir could not face.

Now the afternoon hours were floating by as he sat staring at the door. He felt oddly saddened by Éomer’s letters. The King of Rohan was proud and strong – and very, very male in a sense that Faramir had never fully grasped. Boromir had shared some of his traits: both were reluctant to admit to any weaknesses and any stronger emotions in a man not provoked by battle were better off stored away. Women could be expressive and capricious – indeed it was charming if they were – but a man’s disposition was expected to be entirely different. Consequently, Éomer’s letters were relatively short and to the point; he wasted little time inquiring about Faramir’s situation or reflections.

Still they were good friends. Lothíriel, wife of Éomer, was pregnant with their first child and there was bound to be a great feast in Edoras following the birth. They were all already, albeit unofficially, invited; by the grace of the Valar, Lothíriel would give birth to a healthy child, followed by many more. That would give life to the Golden Hall.

Faramir let the letter fall silently from his hand. ‘All‘… That meant himself, Legolas and Gimli of the Dwarves… and Aragorn, and the Hobbits maybe. The remnants of the Fellowship that he himself had never been a part of. Hobbit wives and children maybe… He had more in common with them in that respect.

There would be drinking… and more drinking. Legolas would not eagerly participate of course but he was so much better at being… not… affected by others’ opinion of him. And Éowyn was a married woman these days and though she teased him about it, she was conscious of Amrothos’ faint, but existent, jealous streak.

He could not keep from smiling, however, at the memory of Éowyn’s first meeting with one of Imrahil’s younger sons. She had claimed the father to be handsome but when she laid eyes upon Amrothos she saw all that was in Imrahil but in a younger version. Faramir had teased her endlessly that summer, but true to her nature, she had gained what she desired and he did, contrary to Éomer, believe that she was truly happy.

Still, though, this did nothing to change the nature of the celebrations to come: Edoras, beautiful and golden, was a place for men.

Not really knowing why, Faramir pushed back his chair and stood. Securely wrapped in his cloak, he wandered through the corridors, trying not to think, trying not to feel. And when the entrance doors closed behind him, the early evening breeze rose to meet him, he sank down upon the stone steps and closed his eyes.


The voice was soft as if not to disturb the stillness. “Faramir?”

When he opened his eyes again, the shadows lay stretched out upon the ground and the tiny sliver of the newborn moon was tentatively fingering the darkening sky in the east. There was growing confidence now in Ithilien as leaves and grass was once more touched by moonlight. The wind gave a long sigh and then silence settled down again.

Maelir was standing before him with a frown and worry hovering about his slim form.

“Are you alright?”

There was so little energy left. Faramir felt focus slipping away into the dusk and he barely recognised his own voice when he spoke, “Yes…”

Maelir tentatively moved forwards and when Faramir did not object he smoothly climbed the stairs and dove into the shadows provided by the vines above. An unexpected smile tugged at Faramir’s lips.

“You have made no peace with the moonlight yet?”

The smile was returned, albeit with a hint of embarrassment attached to it. “Nah…” Maelir dropped down beside him and tilted his dark head to the side. “How are you?” He seemed to hesitate but then continued. “I was surprised to see you at the tavern that night…”

Faramir nodded slowly. Perhaps it would have been better had he never acted on that idea at all. He could not see now that it had given him anything to be joyful for. “I was… I had a guest, from Minas Tirith,” he said, thus evading the question and hoping that Maelir would be content with the answer.

“So I guessed.” If there was an implicit accusation in Maelir’s choice of words and tone of voice it was not apparent. He drew his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on them. “But it was good… Good that you…” He faltered, lacking the right words to not come off as patronising.

“Left the house?”

The young man flashed a grin. “Yes. Good for you, Faramir.” Large brown eyes travelled all over the older man’s hunched form. “So how are you?”

“I am fine,” Faramir said, hearing himself how false that assertion rang, given his current position on the cold stone steps.

“And if you were to tell the truth?”

“Then…” Faramir sighed as a stronger wind pushed a cloud towards the west and revealed the first stars in the sky. “I… know not.”

“Faramir.” Maelir shook his head gravely. “I nearly drowned on my way over here – all this mist was intent on killing me, I am sure, and so I think I deserve some honesty.”

“Oh… I had not even realised…” Pulling himself together, Faramir squinted in the failing light. “I have grown so used to it I did not even notice it.”

“Well I sure did,” shuddered Maelir. “This so-called spring has not impressed me yet.” He hugged his knees and offered yet another grin, more teasing this one. “But then, I am not the one who must spend his days in the woods, burning stuff.”

Faramir found himself smiling too. “No you are not, so I wish to hear no complaints.” He frowned as he, by habit, ran his eyes over his companion’s slim shoulders and long legs. “That is a light cloak you are wearing, are you cold?”

Maelir opened his mouth to reply but no words came. He bit his lip.

Faramir raised his eyebrows.

A familiar gleam slipped into Maelir’s soft brown gaze, but he spoke with care. “Are you offering some warmth?”

Was he?

The crescent moon was rising in the east and the evening chill gradually grew sharper. Maelir released his knees and edged a little closer, moving into Faramir’s personal space.

“Who shares your bed, Faramir? Who has dimmed the light in your eyes?” He lifted a hand and brushed a few strands of hair from a furrowed brow.

Suddenly not able to fight anymore, all remnants of energy fled him. Faramir felt his shoulders slump and he knew not who acted first: his head landed on Maelir’s shoulder and arms encircled him and brought him close. He recognised the scent, the feel, the movements… Young hands stroked his back, just like another pair of hands had done among other shadows; these hands knew not the weight of a sword, they had never been covered in the blackened blood of both friend and foe. These hands were not… Aragorn’s.

Aragorn smiled, eyes shining as he cupped Faramir’s face and placed a new kiss on his lips. The Ring of Barahir was glowing, eagerly challenging the moonlight that spilled through the open window, flowing forth into the bedchamber; the summer night was warm. Sweet laughter swirled around them as Faramir wound his legs around Aragorn’s waist.

‘I had this dream…’ he mumbled against the soft lips.

Aragorn stretched out on top of him and his smile would only grow. ‘Oh? Show me then,’ he suggested.

They shared a lazy kiss as hands pushed fabric aside.

‘Show me… Show me, love…’

With a jerk, Faramir was brutally brought back to his own body and immediately hit by the cold. It was not Aragorn’s taste that lingered on his lips. Maelir had tensed and uncertainty drew across his face.

“Faramir…” He licked his lips quickly. “I did not mean to… I know you said before that…”

Faramir shook his head, trying again to banish the images that could be nothing but non-truths that would never be. “No, no… It is not your fault. I should not have…”

What should he not have done? When there was no reason and no logic to be had, what difference did anything make?

“Taken advantage of me?” Maelir’s confidence returned as he identified the familiar guilt. He even produced a smile. “I am here by my own free will… You need not tell me, you know.” His fingers were trailing down Faramir’s back again, a bit more eagerly this time. “Just do it – take advantage of my presence. I will accuse you of nothing.”

His resolve wavering, Faramir looked straight into what was supposed to be his former lover’s eyes. “It is not fair.”

But Maelir only shrugged, carefree, light-hearted. “That is your opinion, not mine.”

So Faramir, in desperate need of solutions, stood and extended a hand to him. “Come then. Let us go inside. Let us find you some more shadows to hide amongst.”

But everywhere there was only moonlight.

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90 Comment(s)

I am so ready for another of your stories. I am hooked already and can’t wait for more!

— Kelly    Monday 27 July 2009, 16:15    #

Thank you my dear! I’ll give you more in about a week.

— Geale    Tuesday 28 July 2009, 7:42    #

My what a disquieting beginning! Once again you set a different tone from your previous stories. :)

I have always been intrigued by the references to Faramir’s “far-sightedness”, but few authors delve into it.

— trixie    Wednesday 29 July 2009, 21:53    #

Wow this is very mysterious indeed. It is very exciting trying to fit these pieces together.

— Kelly    Monday 3 August 2009, 17:21    #

I’ve been away for a little while but I’m happy to see that both “disquieting” and “mysterious” are words being used ;) With my own far-sightedness I predict they might be used again!

— Geale    Tuesday 11 August 2009, 8:25    #

I had guests and was away for a while and am just catching up. You are certainly weaving this tale in an unhurried manner :) Do you think I have patience? I need to know what is going on with Aragorn. ;)

— trixie    Thursday 27 August 2009, 16:48    #

I second that! I am on the edge of my seat here. I have come up with so many scenarios in my head I am getting dizzy. I cant wait to find out if I’m even remotely close. Anxiously awating more as always.

— Kelly    Thursday 27 August 2009, 21:33    #

Oh, I’m sorry! I thought you both were patient! :P Unfortunately we shall go very slow… So please make yourselves comfortable and await some more… eh… waiting ;)

— Geale    Sunday 30 August 2009, 21:09    #

oooooooooooooooooooooh! I’m totally impatient and you are totally killing me. Ah sweet suspense. I may complain about the suspense but you know I really love it. This should prove very interesting I think.

— Kelly    Tuesday 8 September 2009, 22:21    #

The mystery continues to deepen. Quite serious about taking it slow, I see :)
Forgot to mention, I love the pictures you have used to illustrate. I like knowing what the author is visualizing. Are they truly yours? They are very nice!
Off to bed, though I doubt my dreams will be as interesting as Faramir’s ;)

— trixie    Thursday 10 September 2009, 1:05    #

Slow is the new quick I hear ;) Yes, I shall torment you further by not posting yet. The boys are being a bit obstinate at the moment so I will need some time to sort a couple of things out.
Yes, the pictures are all mine! I’m glad you like them. Any interesting dreams, Trixie? :)

— Geale    Sunday 20 September 2009, 13:19    #

oooooooh now this is getting sticky! You are torturing us well my dear. I like it!

— Kelly    Monday 21 September 2009, 19:08    #

Ah, armchairs! And rain, which seems to factor into many of their encounters. And Aragorn wants to spend more time together, even if he continues to be mysterious about the reasons for his visit :)
Alas, any interesting dreams I may have are stuck inside my own head :) I totally lack your gift for transferring what I imagine into words.

— trixie    Monday 21 September 2009, 21:55    #

Stickier by the minute! —washes hands—
I’m afraid Aragorn, and his intentions (whatever they are – does he even have any?) shall remain shrouded in mystery for a while yet. Apparently revelation just isn’t his thing. And we shall see about ‘spending more time together’… Perhaps he is lying? Ah, well, enough with the speculations – what do I know?

— Geale    Friday 25 September 2009, 9:08    #

Ah, a chapter sprinkled with tidbits that rouse more curiosity than they satisfy :) So the mist comes from the North, and Aragorn has things to settle in Rivendell? And they speak of journeying north to Rivendell. Hmm.

Ai! What ever is the question burning in Faramir’s mind that he forbids himself to ask? And what is up with that ring!?

Finally, I am so enjoying the exploration of their, um, Numenorean quirks ;)

— trixie    Sunday 11 October 2009, 15:03    #

Yes, who would have expected a chapter with such diversity? Weather and geography issues, an interest in interrogation – and not to mention a ring that behaves very oddly indeed. Reminds me of another one… Oh well.

Their “Numenorean quirks”? :) Haha! Better Numenorean than Mordor…ean, as I have always said!

— Geale    Wednesday 21 October 2009, 22:02    #

And here I am sitting in silence and once again rereading your works. I had no patience any more and have read this not ended story at last. I think why do you write your story so beautiful, sensual and so slow!!! Sorry!
Do you know, Geale, that you are the great author? I love those wise and adult relationships you write about, and if I write my own story one day, it will be like yours!

— Anastasiya    Thursday 5 November 2009, 19:47    #

Haha, slow is the new quick, I’ve heard! ;) Thank you very much, Anastasiya. I’ll treasure your praise – and I think you’ve earned a new chapter. It’s on its way!

— Geale    Monday 9 November 2009, 10:33    #

Tease Tease Tease! You know how truly impatient I am and you insist of taunting me and making me wait. I wish I could say I was angry but you always entertain me so I just cant be. I am just a puppet anxiously awaiting more. As always it was totally wonderful and I shall (oh so impatiently) wait for more.

— Kelly    Monday 9 November 2009, 21:58    #

Such a clever author! Finds a way to give us (and Faramir) a little satisfaction while still sloowly developing the relationship ;)
This story is so shrouded in mystery that Mist is indeed the perfect title.
Hope you had a lovely holiday!

— trixie    Tuesday 10 November 2009, 22:21    #

I did, thank you! It was actually quite inspiring and plot bunnies were all over the place.
Yes, we’re still doing slow! But I thought that the dream would at least satisfy you a little. Ah, the kindness of this writer is unmatched! ;)

— Geale    Sunday 15 November 2009, 19:59    #

Aargh! What are you doing?! Tricksy, devious author! ;) (Who, I’m coming to believe, enjoys tormenting readers.)

— trixie    Wednesday 25 November 2009, 19:07    #

No doudts, you, Geale, truly love to torment your readers! I have already begun to believe that you would give us pleasure for a while and show anything definite, but now I see only MIST again. I do not know what to think. Was that kiss true or not..? What does Aragorn want..? Is Faramir in his right mind..?
I know, it is all your Aragorn/Legolas readers who are guilty that you do it with us! :)))

— Anastasiya    Thursday 26 November 2009, 3:16    #

Well read, Anastasiya! Points to you for putting forth the pertinent question: what is real and what is not? Unfortunately, I don’t feel like giving an answer. But I assure you, the A/L people have nothing to do with this ;)

Trixie, Trixie… How can I please you? That’s only a rhetorical question, though, for as it is, I’m having way too much fun tormenting you. I’ll have you know I take great pride in being both tricksy and devious ;)

— Geale    Friday 27 November 2009, 14:53    #

I was so excited to discover another story of yours here. I love your characterizations of both Faramir and Aragorn (who manages to both kingly and ranger-like). I especially like the illustrations for this story. The first one, with the mist in the woods, complemented the tone of that chapter perfectly.

— Mira Took    Friday 27 November 2009, 20:52    #

Ms. Took, welcome to ‘Mist’! I’m delighted to hear that you like this version of the boys even though I think Aragorn is a bit more quiet and troubled this time around. Turns out I love using photos to illustrate, so my camera and I are constantly looking for new sceneries. Thank you!

— Geale    Monday 30 November 2009, 9:12    #

Re: Chapter Ten

Wow.

— Mira Took    Monday 4 January 2010, 21:59    #

Of course I’m waiting to discover that didn’t really happen either ;) Aragorn’s fear and despair came as a surprise. He had seemed so enigmatic until now,

Amazing picture for this chapter!

— trixe    Tuesday 5 January 2010, 16:52    #

We shall see, we shall see :) Aragorn has a few inner demons to deal with, but I’m sure you can be enigmatic and, eh, depressed at the same time. No?

Mira Took, that was dort of what I was aiming for – thank you!

— Geale    Tuesday 5 January 2010, 18:04    #

Oh, you are cruel, Geale, cruel with readers of your stories!
It’s simply impossible to read such short chapters and then wait for the next one for so long time!
Have pity!

— Anastasiya    Wednesday 10 February 2010, 11:43    #

Haha, I know! That’s part of why I’m having so much fun ;)
Okay, to tell you the truth, I’ve had a lot to do lately and I didn’t want to update until I had a few more chapters done. I like being ahead of myself, so to speak. However, I’ve now finished my A/L WiP and should have more time over for this story. I will have some pity and post more often. Deal? :)

Geale    Wednesday 10 February 2010, 12:06    #

I do not know why but I beleive in you! :))

— Anastasiya    Wednesday 10 February 2010, 13:28    #

You know how I love you but you have me teetering on the edge here! Well done!

— Kelly    Monday 15 February 2010, 18:16    #

tsk tsk… Anastasiya, always trust the author…
Kelly my dear, teeter away! There shall be more chapters – another day. (I’m all about rhyming today)

Geale    Wednesday 17 February 2010, 18:41    #

Alright. Now I can tell you my dear you are truly truly evil!!!!! To finally give me what I want and then not only stop in the middle but close it off??!!! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again TEASE!!
But you know I love it and I will be back for more. What that says about me I have no idea. Ha ha. I think I should pack a luch because it looks like I will be sitting on this cliff for a long while.

— Kelly    Thursday 25 February 2010, 19:27    #

Poor conflicted Aragorn. And, of course, poor, poor Faramir!

Since I needed to catch up, I went back and read from the beginning. First, the words and descriptions weave such a spell. It is like being transported to another world.

Second, with all of the twists and turns and hints, I am not even going to attempt to speculate what will happen. I am just going to let it unfold :)

— trixie    Monday 1 March 2010, 15:04    #

Kelly, I’m thinking I obviously haven’t made my evil streak clear enough if it has taken you up until now to fully realise I have one! :) So, now, with chapter 14 I shall try harder… I hope you’re having a good time on the cliff. Do you think you might need dinner as well? —cooks—

Trixie, that is precisely the feeling I want to convey so you shall have a gold star! And lots of cookies. I’m not saying that what happens – or does not happen as it may be – in the story isn’t (or is, as it also may be) real but I did want to create a sort of dreamy reality. As for the future: time will tell…

Geale    Wednesday 10 March 2010, 12:17    #

Dinner sounds lovely my dear! However, the only nibbling I’d like to be doing is on Faramir himself. If Aragorn can’t get it to together in time, I will be happy to take care of our Faramir’s needs. After this story your evilness is not only apparent but appreciated. As always, well done my dear.

— Kelly    Tuesday 16 March 2010, 0:03    #

Alas! You might be too late – someone else is nibbling as we speak!

Geale    Monday 22 March 2010, 17:43    #

Geale, sorry I haven’t commented til now. I find this story breathtaking in its quiet allure, yet heartbreakingly so. I try to avoid it, yet I know I cannot – like touching one’s tongue to the hole where a tooth was. The salty pain is so familiar in its ache that it almost comforts. And in feeling the pain, one notices the slow healing of soft skin. As much as I love the sex and happy endings of usual fare, I admire you for having both the inclination and the patience to explore the quiet and unknown and painful without easy respite — and the ability to make it beautiful enough that others will follow you against their own natures, and, in so doing, come to understand. Even in its unreality, Mist is far more real than most things we read. Beautiful.

— Vanwa Hravani    Tuesday 23 March 2010, 10:28    #

Oh, my dear, I think your comment expresses the, hitherto – by me – unspoken reason for why I wanted to write this story. And, also, the inspiration that fuels the process. I realise this is a story that some people might find difficult to attune to, or even understand, but I’m writing this so much for my own sake that I find I do not care very much if some readers leave it. Instead, I cherish the ones that can share it with me. Your insight means the world to me. I hope that you are well and that there is lots and lots of love in your life. Many blessings.

Geale    Tuesday 23 March 2010, 13:00    #

Boy I cant wait to overhear or rather overread (ha) this conversation. Well Aragorn if you are going to snooze you are going to lose. That man is far to appealing to be left alone. I’d like a little Faramir snack myself. hee hee You are a tease and truly evil. I hope not to teeter on the edge for long. Take pity on your loyal subjects and give us more soon. hint hint

— Kelly    Wednesday 24 March 2010, 19:09    #

Ah, Aragorn, what torments you so? Clearly something not easily conquered :(

At least we have Faramir’s tantalizing dreams since reality isn’t cooperating.

— trixie    Monday 29 March 2010, 16:27    #

Pity, torments and evil… It can only get better, right? There will be some talking soon, I promise. New chapter on its way!

Geale    Tuesday 6 April 2010, 16:30    #

Ohhhhhhhhhhh you are killing me now! I feel like a mouse trying to get cheese off of a trap! Just when I think I’m getting what I want, SNAP! Denied again! Tease! However, you know I will be anxiously awaint more. I am totally wrapped up in this story and need to see the outcome.

— Kelly    Monday 12 April 2010, 22:25    #

um sorry, in my frenzied typing I had a mistype. That should read anxiously awaiting more. You see what you do to me? ha ha

— Kelly    Monday 12 April 2010, 22:28    #

I hope with my whole heart that all that happens now with Faramir would become real in future. Or it’s simply impossible!!! He would go mad!

— Anastassiya    Tuesday 13 April 2010, 4:17    #

Kelly, —squeezes eyes shut— No I don’t see anything! ;) But we ARE drawing closer to what you want… I think. Maybe. Thanks for sticking by me despite the frustration.

Anastasiya, He’s not going mad! It wouldn’t be any fun. But I see your point. However, I couldn’t just leave the mysteriousness out of it ;)

Geale    Friday 16 April 2010, 13:25    #

Ha ha ha. Ah you know you have me right where you want me. Thats the mark of a wonderful author, keep us wanting for more. I’m a faramir fiction addict and need my stories.

— Kelly    Tuesday 20 April 2010, 16:20    #

Damrod needs to take a hint! Although he might even know best at this point. Those two certainly need help making up their minds.

— Kelly    Wednesday 21 April 2010, 23:46    #

I think Damrod is looking at this from a realist perspective but he will be given time to expand on his opinions – we are not nearly done yet! I’ve currently finished ch25 and we still have a long way to go. Also, last night I wrote the ending so now I just have to fill in the rest…

Geale    Monday 26 April 2010, 22:23    #

25! Wow you do intend to torture me for some time to come don’t you? Since we are only on 18 not that is alot of toture remaining for me. Well if I’m going to be tortured, let it be by my favorite addiction, my Faramir fanfics. Count me in! I’m on board for the long haul.

— Kelly    Tuesday 27 April 2010, 21:54    #

Incredible!
Sometimes I think that you are simply impossible with your delaying and I have no wish and patience to read this story further. But as only you post here new chapter I suddenly understand how deeply I was wrong to think so.
Actually I love this story very much, all your stories, and I like these two shy men with all their fears and doubts. And more I like the thought that they would find their comfort in arms of one another.
Thank you!

— Anastassiya    Friday 30 April 2010, 15:57    #

What is going on with that darn ring? (Never trust jewelry in Middle Earth!) Does Damrod know something we don’t? And what is Aragorn dreaming about? I thought dreams were Faramir’s territory :) Why does this story produce such a feeling of disquiet in me? Quite an atmosphere you have created here! ;)

— trixie    Wednesday 5 May 2010, 5:36    #

Anastasiya, Thank you! I’m delighted to hear that you are still on board despite the slow going! This (ch 19) was obviously a key chapter because now Faramir knows why Aragorn is so scared of being with another man. So, things can only get better, right? Right. I’m not going to pick up the pace any time soon, however… So, settle down and breathe :)

Trixie, so many questions, so few answers! But, yes, the boys are both dreaming – and while it may be uncomfortable for Faramir, Aragorn is basically terrified. I think he’s mentioned the dreams before and what they consist of – go back and check. That at the very least shouldn’t be much of a mystery :)

Geale    Wednesday 5 May 2010, 8:10    #

Thank you my dear! You are officially forgiven(at least for now anyway hee hee). These last two chapters have given me some hope to hold me over for better things to come (I hope). You must surely know what a compliment it is to you that we continually come back for more despite the pace. I am hopeless. I cant wait to see the outcome of this story.

— Kelly    Monday 10 May 2010, 21:34    #

I feel like a student again, being told to reread an assignment. I truly only remember Aragorn mentioning his dreams in the vaguest of terms. and I got good marks in reading comprehension . . . truly :) I shall go back and check as soon as real life decides to allow me enough time ;).

This chapter continues the mood. Even though much progress seems to have been made, I continue to have a feeling of unease.

— trixie    Wednesday 12 May 2010, 20:00    #

Sorry, sorry for the delayed response (I’m sure you’ve been suffering ;))

Haha, Kelly, I knew you would like these latest developments! The outpouring of generosity from this author is never-ending!

Trixie, you could be right. I’m a bit ahead myself, working on future chapters so it’s entirely possible that Aragorn hasn’t yet said that much of importance, so to speak. But fear not – my aim is that all shall be dealt with as is appropriate ;) What you say about the mood is very interesting because I don’t consciously choose to write the story in this way… I think the mood is creating itself by now.

Thank you so much, both of you, for lovely support!

Geale    Sunday 23 May 2010, 10:05    #

Awwwww I have the warm and fuzzies. Although I have this sinking feeling you are going to pull the rug out from under me very soon.

— Kelly    Tuesday 25 May 2010, 16:50    #

I don’t think I have ever read Aragorn portrayed as so inexperienced and unsure. It fits perfectly with the attitude of society in this tale. however. So different from when such love is celebrated or at least accepted.

— trixie    Sunday 6 June 2010, 6:02    #

Kelly, not VERY soon… —innocent smile—

Trixie, for some reason I like to explore the boys’ weaknesses; there’s something about Aragorn that compels me to look beyond that apparent strength. I’m just sorry (no, not really) that it’s Faramir who has to deal with it ;)

Geale    Monday 7 June 2010, 11:01    #

I was pleased to notice your famous awkwardly-positioned-chair-problem in chapter 22 among all the other, darker problems that have been surrounding Faramir and Aragorn. Please take it as a compliment when I say that reading a story this long and this suspenseful is driving me to read cheerier fics right afterward (fortunately, you are posting some of those as well!). Like everyone, I’m looking forward to more Mist …

— Mira Took    Tuesday 8 June 2010, 5:48    #

Yes the chair issue comes again. I rather enjoy it though I must say. I am enjoying this change in Aragorn as well. He has more resolve than I have. I would have let Faramir have his way with me long long long ago. As always ,looking very much forward to more.

— Kelly    Tuesday 8 June 2010, 15:31    #

I have already vowed that my next chaptered story shall be chair free! It’ll take place entirely on horseback… or in a tent (a very small one in which there is no room for chairs). Chairs, ladies, are a nuisance.

On a more harmonious note, I’m glad you’re still enjoying the story, though gloomy it can be. I know updates have been scarce of late but I’m trying to decide in which direction the story is moving and how to proceed. I’m actually aiming for weekly updates but we’ll see what happens. Thank you so much for bearing with me.

Kelly, poor Faramir would not have a moment’s peace in your arms! ;)

Geale    Monday 21 June 2010, 22:29    #

Oh a tent, please (unless they’re sharing the horse … ;)

I really enjoyed this latest installment — it shed some light on the situation and then immediately gave us a new problem to worry about!

— Mira Took    Friday 25 June 2010, 6:46    #

Tents have been taken into consideration.

“…and then immediately gave us a new problem to worry about!”

You can always count on me! ;)

Geale    Saturday 26 June 2010, 15:44    #

Ha ha. You are so right I am so possessive of him. This last chapter had me feeling the same way. I was ready to kick poor Aragorn out of bed and take care of his needs myself! Alas I can’t, but a girl can dream. Tents or horseback? Any of the above sounds good to me but as long you take pity on me and it DOES HAPPEN at some point somewhere, I’m so in. Awaiting impatiently as always…..

— Kelly    Monday 28 June 2010, 18:18    #

What has poor Aragorn ever done to you?! Except for not throwing himself naked on top of (an equally naked) Faramir and shoving a ring on his finger at the same time? :)

I have decided on tents, btw, but the pairing has changed, and we shall see none of it until this story has come to an end. I’m now on chapter 31 and things are coming together rather nicely, I dare say.

Geale    Friday 2 July 2010, 22:33    #

Ha ha exactly! Alas he gets to take what I feel is my rightful place. I love Aragorn dearly but I am so jealous of him all the same. Ah a different pairing then? Well I see the rug is coming out from under me as I speak. Well I was expecting that so I am ready. Lead on and I will follow.

— Kelly    Tuesday 6 July 2010, 16:54    #

The only good thing about an insanely busy real life is that I get to enjoy several chapters at once :)
Just when I was letting my guard down about the dreams, you sneak one in on me ;) I’m starting to have some thoughts about those, and am most anxious to see what it all means.

— trixie    Saturday 10 July 2010, 5:00    #

Back from holiday and a new chapter is on it way! I’m so glad you’re still with me despite the weirdness, rug-withdrawal, dreams and everything else. Thank you!

Geale    Sunday 18 July 2010, 15:01    #

Real life took me away from all internet connections for a week and so I was delighted to come back and find more “Mist.” This chapter was definitely one worth waiting for!

— Mira Took    Monday 19 July 2010, 7:45    #

oohhhh now this is interesting indeed. Still hanging out on the cliff and ready for more.

— Kelly    Monday 19 July 2010, 18:18    #

Ah, lovely. No matter what else is in store, this was so sweet :)

— trixie    Thursday 22 July 2010, 5:46    #

Ah, I’m pleased you liked it! Now, after this happy moment, can I torture them some more?

Geale    Saturday 24 July 2010, 20:52    #

Oh, wow! If that is your idea of torture, please sign me up! :)

Beautiful writing, lovely pacing, and naughty tease with the chapter name! Worth waiting 28 chapters and endless months for. ;)

— trixie    Wednesday 28 July 2010, 11:48    #

You’re on the list!

Endless months… You know, the prologue was posted on July 27th last year. 12 months later – sex! :D

Geale    Sunday 1 August 2010, 18:45    #

Alas I finally feel myself coming back from the ledge! However, I also feel a dread that I am about to be teetering again soon. Wonderously evil you are! You never let me (or the boys) feel secure for long. These last few chapters have more than made up for your evilness.

— Kelly    Monday 2 August 2010, 16:17    #

Happy to hear it! :) My guess is that you can sort of rein in the teetering tendencies since we’re heading towards the end… At some point, even I know when to stop torturing my readers – maybe ;)

Geale    Wednesday 18 August 2010, 8:42    #

It is so nice to come back from holiday to an update on the dear boys :)

At least you didn’t make them wait a year for the sex; only your poor tormented readers ;)

I’m sure Damrod means well, but he certainly manages to cast a pall over the romance :p Hopefully you will overrule his negativity and find them a happy ending.

— trixie    Monday 23 August 2010, 0:49    #

An ending near you say? Alas, I am not sure if I should believe you or not. Just to be on the safe side, I shall remain on the floor with the rug already out from under me. I find it is my permanent home in this story.

— Kelly    Wednesday 25 August 2010, 1:04    #

Ah, dear Damrod! He only presented his view, and I ask you: what is wrong with that?

Kelly, at least use that rug as a pillow if you are going to stay down there…

Geale    Wednesday 25 August 2010, 21:21    #

What’s wrong? Why, he made Faramir cry >:(

— trixie    Saturday 28 August 2010, 16:32    #

Bad, bad Damrod…

Geale    Thursday 2 September 2010, 20:49    #

They’re certainly making up for lost time are they not:)

Love the relationship between Faramir and Arwen! But then I’ve always imagined them getting on quite well.

— trixie    Monday 6 September 2010, 16:52    #

I’m glad to see the situation with Damrod resolve … but not too quickly or easily. And I think this was one of the sweetest love scenes: kings have more clothes, ha! Great picture, by the way.

— Mira Took    Tuesday 14 September 2010, 8:53    #

Trixie, maybe… but they spent something like 25 chapters being apart ;)

Mira Took, thank you! Well, Damrod has good reasons for not being overjoyed. He knows what he is talking about… And I’m sure there’s enough clothes to go around!

Geale    Thursday 16 September 2010, 11:25    #

I love the way you wrote Arwen, to be so regal but free-spirited.
And I love the way you wrote the woods, the way they talked to Faramir and took care of him, and even sometimes attacked people who might have the possibility of hurting him in some way. The giggling trees/wind were awesome.

— Anna    Friday 8 October 2010, 20:02    #

I am in love with this story ! (and, finally with all your A/F zines!) It’s so lovely to see the interaction between the two lovers, so touchingly writen. Please, please, gifted us with another (long….) story about A/F relationship.
Millions thanks GEALE.
MF

— Sophie    Saturday 9 October 2010, 10:02    #

Anna, thank you so much! I’m glad you like my Arwen and the trees! I admit to being a tad worried that nobody would ‘get’ the story but apparently I was wrong. Here Faramir’s fate has somehow blended with Ithilien’s over the years and I thought this type of communication between man and land helped to illustrate that.

Sophie, I’m delighted to hear you like my writing! As for other stories, I have tons of ideas but I’m taking a small break now to sort them through and find a place to begin. I’m appealing to your patience!
Thank you ever so much!

Geale    Monday 11 October 2010, 20:46    #

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