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Refuge (R)

08 March 2014 | 2456 words | Work in Progress

Title: Refuge
Author: Iris
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Faramir
Warnings: dubious content
This story is made up of a series of short fragments,which I'll post one at a time <del>in a shameless ploy to buy myself a little more time</del> for dramatic effect;).

Originally posted to celebrate the birthday of fabulously fantastic Minx, founder of this archive. Happy birthday darling!
Added: Part 7

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Happy birthday, Minx!

Last year, I was planning to post a chapter of this one each week, but first the internet ate my homework I lost the update, and then there was all that business of finding out if Aomame and Tengo would ever get together which took up most of November, and then there was work, lots of work.

But enough with the excuses. I hope you’ll have a perfect day and a marvellous year, and here’s to many happy returns of the day!

- iris

“He’s awake!”

As soon as Elrohir cried out, Faramir craned his neck and strained against his ties to catch a glimpse of all three of his travel companions.

“Oh, you’re alive! Thank the Valar, you’re alive! Are you alright? Are you hurt? Did they hurt you? How did this to you? Did you see them?” The usually quiet, thoughtful man seemed so relieved he started rambling, so excited to see them, he voiced every thought that popped into his head without his usual inhibition. And all at the same time too.

He quickly quieted down, and the relief on his face was instantly replaced by dread, when he saw Elladan coming towards him, sword first. Well, one would, with that manic look his brother could get when properly motivated, Elrohir though. And if there was anything that’d get Elladan worked up, it was their sister’s well-being.

“You,” Elladan hissed at the boy, emphasizing his seriousness by pressing the tip of his sword up against Faramir’s cheekbone, forcing his head back as far as it would go, again straining against the Elrohir’s careful bindings, “You have been upsetting our sister by seducing her husband, you little strumpet!”

Legolas joined it, “you.need.to.stop.sleeping.with.aragorn”, speaking slow and deliberately, almost as one would talk to a child, if it wasn’t for the menacing look and the fact that he was punctuating his words by prodding Faramir’s jerking with the point of his sword.

“I…,” Faramir started, looking baffled from Legolas to Elladan, blinking.

“And we’re here to tell you, your little romance ends now,” Legolas added, jabbing his sword closer to the sensitive skin of Faramir’s neck, as if to give a little preview of what might happen if his direction was ignored.

“R-romance?“ Faramir stuttered, looking more confused then ever.

“Don’t deny it! We know all about it!” Elladan hissed, “You and Estel. You have to stop it, now.”

“But… he’s my king, I cannot refuse him!”

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