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The Coldest Winter (R) Print

Written by Geale

09 January 2009 | 77501 words

Chapter 10 — Breathing

It was exhausted, the Temperature decided. For weeks now it had been working hard at keeping the icy chill razor-sharp. It had coaxed the winds and the snows and the waters to remain freezing and frozen. Anyone could see that was not an easy task; especially snowflakes could be extremely undisciplined. The Temperature reminded itself to mention it to the Snow later that day, and if it did not listen, it would take the matter higher up. Perhaps it was time to let Winter itself in on the fact that the snowflakes were more often than not, very ill-behaved.

The Temperature was awfully pompous (even a little haughty, others nodded with a knowing expression). It could, if it liked, simply loosen its grip and let some warmer air flow in over Gondor, but there was some prestige in this. It was generally said that this was the coldest winter ever experienced, and the Temperature was rather proud of its deeds.

No, not yet.


There were no images, only a very pleasant feeling; he was held by it as it cradled him lovingly. He had been in this state for some hours, dreaming of nothing, peacefully resting. All was gentleness and softness around him.

It was only when coolness brushed over his bare legs that Faramir found himself slipping out of his blissful sleep. Most unwilling to wake up, he opposed his senses by refusing to move and open his eyes. The cold was merciless however, and soon he was forced to reach for the covers and bury himself underneath them. He kept his eyes closed, though, as a kind of compromise.

After a little while he drifted off again, only to be startled by a grunt of dissatisfaction from somewhere close by. He tried to ignore this as well, but it became impossible as the groaning continued and even the bedroll on which he lay shifted.

Clearly annoyed by now, Faramir prepared to let the men know that he was not supposed to disturb their Captain’s sleep; no orcs – no reason to wake him up.

One more grunt and he was wide awake with irritation welling up inside. Opening his eyes, he glared angrily in the direction of the noise.

In the dim light of dawn, what he saw was no simple Ranger in a camp, but a most upset King in a royal bed, a King who was desperately trying to move his legs. Faramir blinked and clamped his mouth shut.

Aragorn’s hair was tousled and his handsome face was flushed. His chest was still bare – naturally, since he could not reach any shirts. He was still on his back, supporting himself on one elbow, while fighting his own unyielding lower body.

Faramir cleared his throat. Aragorn’s head spun in his direction and the frown softened even though colour was still high in his cheeks.

“Oh,” he said, looking a little sheepish, “did I wake you up?”

“Well… let us say that you made it impossible for me to continue sleeping.”

“I am sorry.” Aragorn gave up. He lay back and sighed. “This is impossible.” He swept an arm through the air over his own body, indicating his attempts to move.

“Can I help you?”

“Hrm.”

“Yes?” Faramir felt the small twitch of a smile in the corner of his mouth.

Aragorn muttered something inaudible.

“I heard it,” Faramir said. “That was undoubtedly a yes.”

Before the other man could protest, he scrambled to his knees and moved over.

“How do you want this done?”

“Oh I do not know!” Aragorn exclaimed, presenting a sour look.

Faramir fought his smile. “Well, how about this: have you tried lying on your side?”

More grunting.

“Have you?”

“Once, not long after the accident. Not too comfortable.”

Faramir eyed him where he lay. It might be too much pressure on his hips, but then again, maybe it might relieve his lower back.

“Shall we try?”

“Hm.”

Faramir dared to roll his eyes but Aragorn saw nothing as he was stubbornly staring at the ceiling.

“Help me help you roll over.”

He placed his hands on the covers, trying to locate Aragorn’s hips. As his fingers moved over the material, Aragorn stirred and his glare changed into a devilish grin.

“Or I could simply lie still and enjoy this. There might be other body parts that need to be seen to.”

Faramir felt the wave of heat that washed over him and supposed his face was bright red.

“Aragorn, be the good King you are and help me with this,” he muttered.

“Yes, yes… fine.”

With some effort, they finally had Aragorn positioned on his left side. Faramir let his hips fall forward, bending the King’s right leg to such an angle that it helped support him. He pulled the covers up higher over him.

“How does it feel?”

“It is a nice change, thank you,” smiled Aragorn.

Faramir sat back, quite content with the result. Aragorn looked relaxed and the frown was gone from his face.

“Do you know, Faramir,” Aragorn began in a normal conversational tone, “that you are exceptionally unclothed?”

Faramir looked down. “Oh… “

“Not that I mind. It is a nice change.” The grin was back.

Suddenly feeling very self-conscious, Faramir lay down and covered himself up as well.

“Come here,” Aragorn asked, reaching for his lover.

Faramir moved closer under the blankets. Aragorn dragged him nearer and was not content until he had Faramir’s back pressed against his chest, holding him in place with one arm. Faramir had to admit to himself it was much more pleasant this way.

A yawn escaped the King. “I like this,” he mused as he buried his nose in Faramir’s copper locks.

The Steward felt the broad chest rising and falling against his back. It created a profound feeling of peace within and soon he felt drowsiness sneaking up on him. He felt his eyes drift shut.

“What time is it?” he sighed.

“Much too early,” Aragorn whispered sleepily into his hair.

The King’s hand slowly skimmed Faramir’s chest.

“Good morning,” Aragorn mumbled before they drifted off to sleep together.


Judging by the light, it was late morning when they woke for the second time that day. Groggy as he felt, Faramir lifted Aragorn’s arm and managed to turn himself around so that he faced the King.

His grey eyes were closed and his unshaven chin gave him a slightly wilder look, despite his role these days. Lips slightly parted, strands of hair, brushed away from his forehead. Faramir lay watching him and felt a joyous spark being born in his chest. No more ice, he told himself once more. No more longing and no more stagnation.

Alright, a little longing was allowed. They still had duties.

Before him, Aragorn gave a content sigh, a dreamy smile growing on his lips.

“I missed you,” he said tenderly.

“I am right here.”

“I know. Very convenient.”

Aragorn pulled him close and kissed him full on the lips. Faramir closed his eyes and let his instincts guide him. The King’s tongue slipped inside his mouth, gently calling to his own tongue to wake up. Faramir kissed him back, wetting Aragorn’s lips and making him moan softly.

Faramir shifted deeper into the embrace, thanking every deity he had ever heard of. Aragorn’s body carried a musky scent of earth and bark, a scent that seemed to cling to him even though he was no longer the Ranger he had been.

It was when Aragorn tried to pull him even closer, that he broke the kiss with a sudden gasp.

Valar!“ he choked out, his breath irregular and shallow.

“Aragorn?!” Faramir was staring at him wildly, soft kisses abruptly forgotten. “What is it?”

The King had gone ghostly pale and his eyes conveyed burning pain.

“My legs… “

He was breathing too quickly.

“Aragorn… please… calm down. I will get help.” Faramir sprang from the bed, roamed through the heap of clothes on the floor and found his leggings and shirt. With them barely on, he dashed for the door, only turning back to see his lover’s shoulders heave up and down.

Faramir burst through the door and ran to the Healer’s room. Banging on the door, he was let in and a few moments later they were back in the royal chambers.


Aragorn lay once more on his back, still pale but at least he was breathing easier.

Deep, slow breaths.

Faramir would have told him so, if he had not been shoved aside and backed up against the wall when the Healers took in the sight of their King. They hovered around him now, speaking in low voices among themselves. Faramir could not catch one word.

Finally, things calmed down and most Healers left the bedroom, save for one of them – a blond man who reminded Faramir oddly of Deren. This one had longer hair though, and was much older.

“My Steward?”

The Healer was approaching him. Faramir saw delicate lines in his face, around his eyes, but the man had an almost elvish air about him. He was certainly human, but he carried himself with the same dignity Faramir usually associated with the Elves. This made him uncomfortable, if he were not already so. He always felt very… much like a Man around the Elves. Clumsy.

Meeting Elrond, Aragorn’s foster father had been a trying moment for him – and he and Aragorn had not even been… close then.

“Yes? How is the King?” He swallowed his nervousness.

“He will be fine.” The elderly Healer turned and watched Aragorn who was sleeping now. “However…”

“What?” Faramir blurted out. So much for composure.

The Healer faced him again and there was a strange glint in his eyes. “However,” he repeated slowly, “I urge you to… take some precautions.”

Faramir regarded him confused. “I am sorry, I do not understand…?”

“The King’s legs are weak and so is his lower back. He has worked hard to keep the muscles strong in his upper body, but that is not always enough. He must not put too much pressure on his legs.”

Faramir nodded, he knew this already.

The Healer continued, “I know that it is trying for him… to sit down, to sleep on his back all the time. He is not suited for this, I think.”

His voice was almost thoughtful. Faramir continued to nod, partly because he agreed and partly because he did not want to interrupt.

“Nonetheless, I will ask you – and I would ask the two of you, but the King is sleeping – that you are careful when you are together.”

Faramir stifled a cry of surprise. Embarrassment flooded through him and his cheeks were burning up. He stared at the man in front of him, dreading another word on the matter, and really only wishing he would just sink through the floor, never to be seen again.

The Healer chuckled and placed a hand on his shoulder. “There now, nothing to be ashamed of.” His eyes were definitely twinkling now. “There are some techniques you might find helpful, some positions that might not be so dangerous.”

Faramir licked his lips but somehow found it impossible to breathe. He would die now. Just like that. His body would not be burned as had the bodies of his ancestors. He would be thrown into a ditch somewhere… maybe in Mordor? Probably the King’s male lover’s memory would be spat upon for eternity.

Or, he could simply save them the trouble and jump off the balcony. He had almost decided on that solution, when the Healer’s voice brought back his attention.

“You had better get back to exhaling and inhaling, or I will have another patient to deal with.”

Faramir resumed his breathing. He had no choice really. Aragorn might want to see him before he died…

“I gave the King some leaves…” The Healer was looking around the room, searching for the herbs. “To soak and help with the pain.”

Faramir pointed to the small table across the room where Aragorn had stored away the leaves.

“Ah! Good. I suspect he has not been using them too often.” He smiled almost fatherly in Faramir’s direction. “I will bring some new ones, and check on him later.”

Faramir watched him gather up the leaves Aragorn had left on the table, walk to the door and turn around.

“And I might give the two of you some advice while I am at it,” he said shrewdly.

Inhale. Exhale.

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51 Comment(s)

OMG—all I can say is WOW

— Liv    Saturday 19 July 2008, 14:29    #

Started to read a chapter or two and read eight chapters! I love the variety of emotions they experience as the story progresses.

— trixie    Wednesday 23 July 2008, 5:13    #

Thank you for reading and liking! Makes me very, very happy!

— Geale    Wednesday 23 July 2008, 8:48    #

Love the turn this story has taken: very different from the usual and yet very credible within the context you have created for the two of them!

— Ebbingnight    Wednesday 13 August 2008, 21:44    #

Still reading and enjoying. Absolutely love the interaction between the two of them!
I do believe poor Faramir thinks more than I do ;)

— trixie    Thursday 14 August 2008, 17:55    #

Thank you, thank you!
Hehe, yes, our dear Faramir certainly has an active mind. The story continues… I don’t seem to have the heart to end it, so please, do continue reading! :)

— Geale    Thursday 14 August 2008, 19:40    #

I so often see this pairing portrayed in a way that makes it seem like they are in a relationship because it is convenient. That or Aragorn tolerates Faramir’s adoration.
It makes me so happy to read a story where they are so clearly in love!

— trixie    Thursday 28 August 2008, 15:30    #

OMG! JERK! how do you just go whacking the king i hope faramir kicks deren’s ass next chapter coz we all know that he’s the one who did it.

magos    Friday 12 September 2008, 18:10    #

Haha! Instead of writing another chapter, I should just send you over to Minas Tirith to straigthen things out! ;)

— Geale    Friday 12 September 2008, 18:28    #

This is fantastic! It’s been quite a while since I hit a ‘TBC’ and actually groaned aloud. :P You’ve got a real talent – thank you so much!

— Lasselanta    Tuesday 21 October 2008, 5:29    #

Gods, thank YOU! I don’t know exactly what made you groan, but it must have been the lo-ve-ly Deren! ;) Have faith, all of you – there will be a new chapter arriving, hopefully this week. This season is alway hectic so I don’t have that much time on my hands right now. Thank you for your patience!

— Geale    Tuesday 21 October 2008, 20:03    #

Oh I love this story. I want to take Deren out myself. I hope Faramir gives it to him when he finds out he’s the one. These two need some happy time. I cant wait for more.

— Kelly    Thursday 23 October 2008, 19:38    #

Ugh! I almost yelled out loud when I realized this chapter ended here! I cant wait to find out what happens next!

— Kelly    Monday 27 October 2008, 14:15    #

evil! that is an evil ending! man! totally dyin to know what happens here.

ange    Monday 27 October 2008, 21:11    #

Cliffie? What cliffie? Who, me? NEVER! :D Imagine instead how horrible it would have been if the whole story had ended here and now… Oh, I am so happy to see you engage in this! We have holidays over here this week so I’ll probably do some writing sooner than later this time around. Keep those yells coming ;) I DO love you all!
//the author who is feeling just a tad bit evil tonight

— Geale    Tuesday 28 October 2008, 0:08    #

Oh this vile little man! I’d like to teach him a lesson. I hope he gets his. Poor Faramir. I just knew he was going to be in trouble in the next chapter. Awesome work. Can’t wait for more as always.

— Kelly    Monday 10 November 2008, 23:19    #

Ouch! That was low. Deren doesn’t miss a trick, does he? Please don’t let Aragorn be merciful with this one like he was Grima. This is no time to be noble.

Thanks!

— Vanwa Hravani    Friday 14 November 2008, 16:29    #

Aaw, he’s a sweet one, isn’t he? So… what would an appropriate punishment be?

— Geale    Saturday 15 November 2008, 17:35    #

OMG! Poor Faramir – this one truly makes my stomach hurt. Awesome job! I feel so bad for these two. I hope the Valar grants them some happiness soon and some swift, and hopefully painful, punishment to that horrible creature.

— Kelly    Monday 17 November 2008, 18:10    #

Keep writing! I keep loving it.

— Vanwa Hravani    Sunday 23 November 2008, 3:59    #

Excellent! Truly Excellent! That was well worth the wait. Thank you.

— Kelly    Thursday 11 December 2008, 18:03    #

exhaaaaaaales Thank you! (I actually said that out loud a couple of times.) I was honestly quite nervous when posting this chapter since I don’t want to disappoint you and yet… well, I’ve given all of my reasons above. Hah! I feel much more at ease now! resumes breathing

— Geale    Thursday 11 December 2008, 18:56    #

Ilove the way you describe those two, it’s a lovely variation of the more usual fare. Although I got used to the concept of mpreg in fantasy [however could THAT happen? ;-)] I prefer your way, especially in this case. I’m always happy to discover a new chapter. Thanks for sharing!

— Minkicat    Saturday 13 December 2008, 0:37    #

Thank you, thank you! I’m falling more and more in love with this story as I go along and I will be sad to see it end. I’m insanely happy that, so far, you all seem to approve of my decision regarding Aragorn’s future children. Don’t worry, I have it all worked out. I actually do. Hugs to you all! Oh, and cookies!

— Geale    Monday 15 December 2008, 22:02    #

I’m rather glad you have gone with a more canon solution to their issues. It makes it easier for me to think it really happened that way! ;-)

— trixie    Saturday 20 December 2008, 12:47    #

So even as you let Aragorn be merciful, you won’t let the little bastard off the hook? I admit he deserves a bit more than a smack on the fingers…
Merry Christmas and a very happy and content New Year to you!

— Minkicat    Tuesday 23 December 2008, 17:31    #

Geale, still loving every bit of it. So glad Aragorn finally got the marriage thing sorted out (took him long enough, the brute!). And the healer is, of course, loved. But please, please, please, can’t some Ranger skewer Deren with an arrow somewhere beyond the borders, out of loyalty to Faramir and anger at the pain D caused him? Cause the Rangers are the voice of truth and just vengeance, right? Please? He can float down a melting river with arrows in his back – maybe he tried to sneak back in to Gondor? Please?

Will love whatever you do. Thanks!

— Vanwa Hravani    Saturday 27 December 2008, 12:50    #

Trixie: I do get your point ;)
Minkicat: Same to you! I’ve been debating with myself since forever what to do with Deren… and this was my solution.
Vanwa Hravani: I’m considering… I am. I think that maybe you gave me an idea actually. I do hope all of you will endure a never-ending epilogue! I should try to work it into the last chapter though… OK, I’m rambling. Let me see what I can do for you! And, YES, I took him some time to finally ask the big question! Men… ;)

— Geale    Saturday 27 December 2008, 16:51    #

As Always truly excellent. I will be sad to see this story end as well. I anxiously await each new piece. So glad they are finally together forever. I think some copper locked children would be nice also. However, I think Legolas or Haldir could be persuaded to get our dear Deren between the eyes for his treachery. I’d volunteer to do it myself but I’m sure I’m not nearly as good with a bow. Then let the scavengers have him. Cruel I know but I so hate anyone trying to hurt our Faramir. Poor lad has suffered enough. Thanks so much for this story. I have enjoyed every bit of the ride.

— Kelly    Tuesday 30 December 2008, 21:42    #

I’ve loved reading this fic! you portray the relationship so beautifully! It’s tender and sweet and hot all at the same time:)

— minx    Thursday 1 January 2009, 11:43    #

Oh Geale! That was the most beautiful yet, and that’s saying something. I could feel each touch, and every one was so full of pure love. Lust born of love is such a special beast, and so hard to portray. Yet you did it in spades. Now I’m in love with both of them. Sigh. Your Aragorn is the most gentle and loving and truly admirable I have read. These two both have such strength of character. I’ll be awaiting the epilogue with baited breath – as many parts as you like. Write on lady!

VH

— Vanwa Hravani    Friday 2 January 2009, 18:57    #

You’re all so sweet – thank you!
Kelly: I’ll put you in my next story, if you’ve worked up your skill with a bow by then ;) We shall see what happens in the epilogue…
Minx: I’m glad they’re not only fluffy, but hot as well! That’s always so… very nice, I find ;)
Vanwa: I’m blushing over here. You spoil me! Not saying I don’t like it, though! I’m actually curious about what you will think of the epilogue – which will be in two, long parts. And that’s partially your fault! :D

— Geale    Friday 2 January 2009, 22:07    #

Thank you for including me. I shall practice diligently as to be ready for my challenge. This last part was wonderful. My curiosity is piqued for the epilogue. I can hardly wait.

— Kelly    Monday 5 January 2009, 17:36    #

What I will think about the epilogue? Ah…Sigh. Big long exhale. Love it. Love them. Love your writing. Thank you!

Very happy to see Deren get an arrow in his back, in his gullet, in wherever else he got them. Really like the way Eachann tries to be merciful, yet flashes on Elessar’s ‘unspoken wish,’ how when he finally lets fly, it’s without thought but with the smooth immediacy of both necessity and justifiable honor, targeted by the unseen voice and years of skill. Just as I would picture one of Faramir’s Rangers. What a strong and touching legacy of his command, followed by scenes of his continuing grace as a parent. Also like how Eachann went back the next morning to retrieve his arrows, both covering his tracks and not wasting even good iron on the trash that was Deren. In few words, shows that both the man and what happened to him are unworthy of further notice. The ultimate vengeance. He is only a blip in the past.

The parent sex scenes (early morning, curious children) were oh so well written and so true to life without being either saccharin or unrealistically feral. They speak of deep and abiding love, strengthened, rather than interrupted, by the presence of children. And what to say about the final gifts of naming and of cradling in one another’s arms and Creation? Well, I’ll have to follow Aragorn’s advice here. The words would never do. Know that I’m smiling and content and so enjoyed the journey. Thank you.

— Vanwa Hravani    Friday 9 January 2009, 15:42    #

Phew, I’m glad I did justice to the rangers! Since I’m not very used to writing – any of – them. But I do happen to like Eachann actually, and I figured that he should be the one to… bring matters to an end.

I’m certainly not used to writing family scenes either, but after I had sorted out Eldarion’s character, I just couldn’t stop! (If I’m allowed to say so myself – I love him!)

But, no matter how many children Aragorn concieved, I don’t want his and Faramir’s relationship to change into either a boring one, or a chokingly fluffy one. They are still individuals, and they have their own story – the children, as you say, are adding to it, simply.
And thank YOU for coming all this way with me. New journeys await. Let us see where they take us.

— Geale    Saturday 10 January 2009, 17:05    #

Ooh! That was quite the perfect epilogue. I am glad their relationship endures with the same quiet intesnity. I love how sweet and loving these two remain with each other, and how perfect they are with the kids! I also liked the little bit where Faramir feels for the mother as well. I tink he certainly would be cognizant of her feelings.

Quite a perfect ending, and the sequel is most looked forward to:)

— Minx    Sunday 11 January 2009, 17:01    #

Thank you Minx! Perfect, you say? You won’t hear me complaining… ;)
No, I can’t see Faramir punishing the mother or the kids like that. Ah! He’s so noble it’s endearing!

Now, I am working on a new story, but it’s not a sequel, and has nothing to do with TCW. Primarily because presently I don’t know what a sequel would be like. But who knows, one of these days maybe I will? Thank you again!

— Geale    Monday 12 January 2009, 12:30    #

Absolutely wonderful!!!!!!! Eachann is my hero!! I love that Deren got what was coming to him. And there will be some slightly copper haired children after all. I’m so glad with how everything turned out. I love Mirairael’s name. That was perfect! What a great story! Thanks for sharing it with us.

— Kelly    Monday 12 January 2009, 18:13    #

Oh I forgot to ask before. I was wondering on the pronunciation of Mirairael’s name. I made the assumption that the ai will follow the long I in pronunciation. Is that right? That is a beautiful name. Just wondering for my own amusement. Thank you

— Kelly    Monday 12 January 2009, 20:16    #

Finally got caught up in a timely manner! I have truly enjoyed this tale. It is romantic without being cloyingly sweet. I adore the teasing and banter between the two along with the dry wit.

I have been intrigued by your use of personification and especially liked,’ Her white apron immediately drew the attention of the firelight which excitedly coloured it orange.”

I thought it added a sense of realism that Faramir experienced hurt at Aragorn’s determination that his line must continue. (Doubt if Aragorn would have been thrilled if the situation were reversed either ;-)

Finally, the scene back in chapters 8 and 9 with the under the table seduction was one of the hottest things I have ever read. Wow!

Thank you for sharing!

— trixie    Monday 12 January 2009, 20:39    #

Kelly! Thank you dear! It’s lovely to see so many exclamation marks in a row ;)
I was quite happy with her name too. As for the pronunciation… Well, since I made it up myself (sort of, not stealing the light of glory from Master Tolkien who created the languages) I could not say for certain. Also, I’m far more used to Sindarin than I am to Quenya. However – bear with me now – this is my guess:

‘Mir’ – ‘meer’, as we know already from Faramir’s name.
‘ai’ should be pronounced ‘ai’, as in ‘rye’, which here I would rather see pronounced as ‘a + i’, to tell you the truth, ie as separate vowels.
As for the vowels that are not any of the six diphthongs ( ai, au, eu, iu, oi, ui), I’ve heard that they are to be pronounced separately.
So that should give us: Meer-ai-ra-el?

Anyone who knows this better is welcome to share their knowledge – I have an email address!
I hope I managed to shed some light, though. Perhaps…

— Geale    Monday 12 January 2009, 21:05    #

Trixie, you too have made it to the end! And with some very nice comments as well. I like those!

Yes, I am the person who personifies a lot. But it does make the world so much more interesting! And I highly suspect I will carry on with this winning (?) concept in the future.

And, actually, now that you mention it… I think Aragorn would have been most displeased, had it been Faramir who must take a lover in order to continue his bloodline… That is a very interesting thought indeed!

Ah, the chapters 8 and 9… As a dear reader of mine put it: “The good old under the table action”. I guess that I should include some “on top of the table action” next time ;)

And thank you for reading! For my part, it’s been a pleasure writing!

— Geale    Monday 12 January 2009, 21:23    #

That was kind of what I was thinking. Thank you for the assistance. I think its a cool name. Also I agree wholeheartedly with the under the table seduction scene. I know I read that several times, especially the hallway parts when Aragorn informed Faramir he didnt like to share “anything”. If I had Faramir I wouldn’t share him either.

— Kelly    Monday 12 January 2009, 21:45    #

No, our King doesn’t like sharing… and it now it has served to inspire me further. Give me a couple of days! ;)

— Geale    Tuesday 13 January 2009, 15:22    #

Well now, this sounds intriguing! Since I have some free time this week, I’ll be waiting to see what you come up with ;)

— trixie    Tuesday 13 January 2009, 17:07    #

Oh I just love when you are inspired. Means good reading for me! I’m on the edge of my seat

— Kelly    Tuesday 13 January 2009, 23:17    #

what a wonderful story! i couldn’t stop reading it! PLEASE WRITE MORE!!!

— HugeFan!    Tuesday 22 December 2009, 15:41    #

I think my favorite parts are the perspectives of the elements (the dawn light and the temperature), but I loved the whole story.
The healer was definitely my favorite character, that old dude was awesome.
I’m also very glad Aragorn got his rug, he seemed very happy.

— Anna    Tuesday 17 August 2010, 23:09    #

Thank you! This universe still has a special place in my heart…

Anna, the healer takes his work very seriously ;) And rugs are important! I was pleased that you made the rug connection :)

Thank you for reading!

Geale    Wednesday 18 August 2010, 8:47    #

WOW – a bit tired now after reading for the whole night, but I just couldn’t stop. – WOW

Congratulations on the characters you have written for us readers.
The relationship between Aragorn and Faramir sounds far more convincing than most of the other fanfics have them.
The under the table scene gets full points – not for originality, but for very well written indeed.
The healer is a gem – I’d love to see more interaction with him – perhaps some more stories about the royal family?

BTW I was missing the lecture on positions given to Aragorn and Faramir by the healer…. but one can’t have all, can one ?;-)

Thanks for sharing this great story,

— Kathurien    Thursday 30 September 2010, 1:22    #

Thank you so much! It’s great to hear that you enjoyed it!

I’m afraid the healer’s lectures are closed to the public and I can do very little about that. He’s a stubborn one…

I feel very comfortable in this universe but I will honestly say that I have no ideas for another sequel right now (one already exists – Tale Telling). Although, pretty reviews, such as yours, always make me want to write more :)

Thank you again!

Geale    Wednesday 6 October 2010, 19:19    #

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