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The Coldest Winter (R) Print

Written by Geale

09 January 2009 | 77501 words

We have come now to the final chapter. We will see the last change of perspective as we return to Faramir’s mind.

Chapter 24 – Loving

The Grand Hall of the former citadel of Minas Tirith lay in relative peace. Torch- and firelight explored the open spaces and did their best to conquer the corners as well. As soon as the first layers of snow and the outer coat of the ice had begun to melt a week before, the amount of activities had remarkably risen inside the palace. Rooms were being dusted more thoroughly as the number of messengers and travellers might – in a few weeks, if the weather did not change – increase, textiles were inspected and washed or discarded and ambitious plans for future deliveries were being made in the kitchens and the storages.

Faramir turned over a page in his book. He lay swathed in a cocoon of warmth, not really needing the heated cider that had been brought to them and which surface now mirrored the flames in the fire-place instead. They had forsaken the chairs – to some badly hidden amusement among the staff – for the thick rug on the floor, and Faramir was now leaning against the King. Backed up by one of those heavy chairs that would not budge in the first place, as well as a small mound of pillows, Aragorn sat quite comfortably, or so he said. Faramir knew better than to argue.

Now and again, the soft rustle of parchment was heard as Aragorn leafed through the pile of documents he was reading, and sporadically he would huff or hum at some new discovery. The Steward in Faramir – the dutiful side to him he had let overshadow much of his own personality – desperately wished to know what information Aragorn had stumbled upon, but as he had been asked not to take on so much work as before, he kept silent. Aragorn knew well this was not an easy request for Faramir to accept and so he once in a while pondered aloud instead. Faramir was quite certain he did so only to further assure the Steward that what he was reading was naught but ‘trivialities’.

Feet randomly crossed the floor in some errand. If he were to be honest, it had taken Faramir some time to get used to the intimate scene he was helping to create in plain view. Aragorn had correctly pointed out though, that once married, it would look very strange indeed if the royal couple did not share a fair amount of intimacy even in public. And then he underlined his statement by kissing Faramir in the midst of the bustle that was lunch. The younger man had swallowed his words of distress and his fear and yielded. To not only Aragorn’s joy but also to the timid delight of his own heart.

Aragorn’s fingers idly toyed with the lower hem of Faramir’s tunic. He gave a new huff and then spoke up. “Did you know that there are three fairly large gardens growing nothing but raspberries only four leagues south of the City?”

Not drawing his eyes from the book, Faramir nodded against Aragorn’s broad chest. “Yes. I was there last summer.”

“Hm.”

The hand temporarily left the tunic and went to aid the other one as Aragorn searched for a particular parchment of some kind. Upon finding what he was looking for, he sent the hand back and it came to a rest upon Faramir’s thigh.

“Do you know for how long I have wanted this?”

Faramir turned another page.

“To know about the three gardens south of Minas Tirith?”

Aragorn dropped the stack of documents on the rug and brought both of his arms around the younger man. “Aye, it makes me inexplicably happy.”

Faramir put aside his book and turned his head and eyes upward. “Had I known that it would only take some raspberries…” he smiled.

“Maybe a bit more,” whispered Aragorn and placed a lingering kiss on his forehead.

The King’s warm lips had just left his skin when the sound of footfall came closer and two women approached them, the younger one with an uncertain step and seemingly hiding in the shadow of the elderly one. Faramir, surprised, sat up a little straighter when he recognised the woman in front. This was not how he had intended to tell Mòrag of the latest developments in his life, but then, with the speed of the tongues in this place it was probable she already knew. And, if she did not, undeniably she could tell in this very moment.

“Mòrag?” He put on another smile and hoped he looked braver than he felt. “It is long since I saw you in the Grand Hall!”

Upon coming to stand before them, her eyes narrowed as she took in the sight of Aragorn’s arms still encircling him. Her white apron immediately drew the attention of the firelight which excitedly coloured it orange. She folded her arms across her chest and pursed her lips. Then her eyes released Aragorn and moved to Faramir and finally she smiled.

“I have some business up here, you see,” she said. “This lassie here wishes to speak to the King.” she half-turned and ushered the younger woman into the firelight.

As light fell on her face, Faramir identified her as the servant who had, on that dreadful night, told him that Aragorn wished not to dine with them, when he really lay in the snow outside. She looked nervous now, as she brought her hands to clasp before her chest. Her gaze fell to the floor as she spoke.

“My lord, I am very sorry. I cannot see… That is… I beg for your forgiveness, I should have made the distinction between your voice and… his! At once.” She raised her eyes to Aragorn. “I never thought–”

Aragorn held up a hand to stem the flow of words. His other hand pressed a little firmer against Faramir’s body and the thumb began to draw small circles upon the fabric of the tunic as if he wanted to convey some type of emotion he could not word at present.

“I blame you not,” he assured her. “Instead, let us all forget that night, or at the very least, dwell no longer upon it.”

She exhaled and bowed her head. “Thank you, my lord. Thank you.” Her voice was not much more than a relieved whisper, but beside her, Mòrag looked satisfied.

“Very well,” she stated. “Now, run down to the kitchens for me and make sure they are stirring the soup often enough. I have no wish to start all over again.”

The younger woman curtsied in Aragorn’s direction and then walked swiftly off. As soon as she was out of earshot, Mòrag shook her head at Faramir.

“A fine mess she has been lately, I will tell you! Dropping this and that at any moment…” Her eyes settled on Aragorn whose hands were once more joined at Faramir’s waist. “So, my lord, I am grateful you eased her troubles.”

“It is as I said: I cannot blame her for another’s doings.” Aragorn spoke firmly.

She answered him not, but instead searched Aragorn’s form intently where he sat behind Faramir. At last, she nodded and addressed Faramir again.

“Everything as it should be, dear?” She spoke softer now and he detected the concern that never left her voice when they talked of private matters.

“All is well,” he said, suddenly more relaxed. “Aragorn?” He turned in his lover’s embrace and smiled. “This is Mòrag, Chief Cook and…” he cast a glance at her over his shoulder, “and… protector of my soul perhaps…” His voice fell and he felt Aragorn’s arms reaffirming their grasp. “While Boromir watched out for my physical being…”

There was a tug at his heart as Aragorn’s lips sought out his brow and kissed it gently. He was released only so much that he was able to turn back again.

“Then I should be the one thanking you,” said Aragorn. “I find myself in grave debt to you, Mòrag.”

At these words, she offered Aragorn the first warm smile since her arrival in the Hall. “You are in no debt to me, my lord. Truly it gladdens my heart to see Faramir thus.” She winked at the younger man. “There is a light about you now, laddie.”

Faramir cleared his throat, not really knowing how to respond. Aragorn though, answered her seriously.

“I would never see that light fade.”

She nodded. “You will see to his happiness then, sire?”

“I will. I give you my word.”

Wondering if he should enlighten them on the fact that he was still very much present, Faramir squirmed in Aragorn’s embrace.

“I am quite grown,” he muttered.

He was met with laughter from two directions.

“Are you sure of that?” Aragorn hugged him close. “I mean it, meleth, you too have my word.”

Chuckling, Mòrag shook her head at them. “I will leave you now. But I shall keep you to your promise, my lord.” She gave them a final smile before a graver look passed over her face. “Send me word if the soup is inedible tonight. Because then I have some scolding to do.”

They watched in silence as she strode across the floor and exited the room. When they were alone once more, Aragorn leaned back against the pillows, bringing Faramir with him. Settling down with his cheek against Aragorn’s chest, he heard a long sigh escape the older man’s lips.

“She can be rather intimidating when she wishes it, can she not?”

Faramir smiled. “Were you scared, Aragorn?”

The King mock-slapped him on his back. “Never.”

“Right. Am I supposed to believe you?”

Aragorn tilted his chin upward with gentle fingers and gave a lopsided smile. “Maybe not this time.”

Faramir pushed himself up and carefully brushed his mouth against Aragorn’s. He had intended for it to be a quick kiss as they were not behind locked doors, but when Aragorn raised his head from the pillows and increased the pressure, Faramir found himself in a more lasting embrace and his eyes closed to allow his other senses to take over.

An inquisitive tongue slipped forth and traced the soft skin of Faramir’s lips, moistening them and stroking lightly. Faramir picked up some courage and opened up, taking the opportunity to nibble carefully at Aragorn’s lower lip. He felt Aragorn’s hands stroking his upper arm and his back, more and more forcefully. When his tongue finally plunged his mouth, Faramir welcomed the warmth with only a small amount of hesitation left in his mind.

It was enough however, for Aragorn to notice. “Do not care about any others, love,” he breathed into Faramir’s mouth. “I want you so much.”

Faramir struggled to keep his head clear as Aragorn’s hands worked themselves underneath his tunic and began exploring his skin unreservedly. His tongue darted forth again and claimed Faramir’s mouth with fervour.

“We cannot… Aragorn,” whispered Faramir hoarsely when he was temporarily released and Aragorn’s lips concentrated on his neck instead. He could not stop his own hand though, as it travelled downwards and found the place where hip melted into upper thigh. He could even feel the tremor that ran through his lover when he touched him so close to his private parts.

“We are alone,” Aragorn groaned into Faramir’s hair. He grazed his teeth against the skin of his neck. “Touch me, please…”

Against better knowledge, Faramir shifted and made room for his hand between his own body and Aragorn’s groin. Listening intently, and trying to pick up any other sounds than their mingled, heavy breathing, Faramir slowly slid his hand over the swelling erection trapped inside Aragorn’s leggings. He cupped the bulge and nearly lost his breath as Aragorn thrust into his palm and simultaneously caught his mouth again. Faramir feverishly kissed back, rubbing his hand against the fabric and feeling Aragorn respond to his every move. He sucked on his lover’s tongue, drawing a series of deep moans from him.

“Aragorn…” mumbled Faramir when they parted for breath. “Someone will enter.”

He opened his eyes and found that his King was looking at him with a gaze steeped in pure want. Stilling his hand, Faramir tried a more serious expression. Aragorn breathed harshly and his hands did not stop their caressing of his chest and back.

“And what if they do not?”

“We are in the Grand Hall,” Faramir protested weakly, not entirely sure he even wanted to leave and so put an end to this – even if it was only for while.

“It will take us a large amount of time to walk to my chambers,” said Aragorn, brushing a determined finger over one of Faramir’s nipples, making the younger man arch against him. “I want you now.” He caught the nipple and tweaked it between his thumb and forefinger and so caused Faramir’s mind to slip into an eager haze of desire. “I want your heat around me,” he whispered. “Will you give me that, love?”

Faramir’s gaze flew around the room several times before he made up his mind. He would give Aragorn what he wanted, but not perhaps in the way he expected. Sending his lover – his love – a mischievous smile he deftly untied the laces beneath his hand and licked his lips.

Aragorn was about to capture his mouth again, but he avoided the kiss, and wriggled out of the embrace. The King had time to frown before Faramir purposefully slipped down his body and levelled his face with Aragorn’s groin. He gave one more smile and then pushed aside the fabric and revealed the hardened member he found inside. A delightful look of complete surprise settled on Aragorn’s face as he realised what Faramir was about to do.

An irresolute hand landed on Faramir’s shoulder and Aragorn swallowed loudly. “You need not… if you do not want to…“Aragorn stumbled over the words as his eyes drank in the scene before him.

Faramir adjusted his position on the rug and cautiously placed a first kiss on the warm skin close to his lips, eliciting a hiss from Aragorn. Figuring that words were unnecessary, Faramir gently encircled the base of the shaft with one hand and then for the first time, tasted Aragorn’s flesh.

To the poorly restrained groans that fell from Aragorn’s lips, Faramir explored the throbbing erection with his tongue and mouth, continuously developing his skill and deeming he was doing alright when he felt Aragorn thrash underneath him. He licked the underside from base to top, revealed the glistening head by pulling back the skin, and placed a soft kiss on the very tip of the member.

He felt desire course through his own body as Aragorn’s erratic breathing filled his ears. His own manhood, pressed against the floor, was swelling painfully. Increasing the force of the dance his lips carried out, he shifted and could numbly untie his own leggings and take himself in hand. He was unused to this, but found he managed to pleasure himself at least somewhat while still keeping his attention on Aragorn.

Aragorn, who was visibly fighting his own body, not allowing it to thrust at its own will. He was gradually losing control and a sharply drawn breath was Faramir’s only warning before his lover emptied himself against the younger man’s lips. Hesitation briefly gripped Faramir at this, but the sight of Aragorn coming in such a manner, crushed this feeling and sent a fire raging in his body. Equally swiftly, Faramir found his own release and lost himself to greater forces.

Aragorn’s hands tugged at his tunic blindly and urged him to come closer. Shaking, Faramir used up some unknown reserve of strength he harboured and fell into a desperate embrace. Rushed but hushed words were all around him, weaving into his system and chasing the tremors and trembles that shook his body.

“My love… Ai melethron,5 Faramir…”

Gradually, he calmed down, sensing the same happening to Aragorn, and after a while there was only soft breathing left.

“I love you Aragorn,” he whispered and felt a kiss being pressed into his hair. “I am sorry, I was not prepared…” The stickiness of their respective releases coated his hand and Aragorn’s slackening length.

“You could not have done better,” mumbled Aragorn. “It was the most enticing scene I have ever laid eyes on.”

Faramir felt a faint rise of colour in his cheeks. “I had to touch myself, in the end…”

“Do you hear me objecting?” Aragorn once more claimed his attention by tilting his face upward. “You are beautiful.”

Smiling a bit self-consciously, but still rather pleased, Faramir eyed the man he had agreed to marry. Aragorn’s lips were red and swollen, his dark hair tousled and his stormy grey eyes shone. A shimmering sheen of sweat covered his forehead and he was smiling a smile that carried a hint of wonder.

“I think I will be happy with you,” Faramir said quietly.

“Good, for I shall be very happy with you.” Aragorn ran a hand over Faramir’s hair, smoothing it down. “Do you have the strength to help me back to my chambers? I think I ought to wash.”

“So now we go to your rooms?” laughed Faramir.

“Yes,” said Aragorn decisively. “I believe our business here is finished. Will you help me up?”

Retying his laces, and then generously doing the same for Aragorn, Faramir got to his feet a little unsteadily. If he was stiff and unused to standing up after so many hours, it was nothing to what Aragorn was experiencing, he suspected. With his aid, Aragorn managed to rise to his feet, but he stumbled on his first step and leaned heavily against Faramir.

“Let us ignore the documents and the book,” Faramir advised as he held Aragorn close. “They will be taken care of by someone.”

Nodding against his shoulder, Aragorn inhaled deeply to summon some strength. “Maybe we can dine in bed tonight,” he sighed. “I will not make it to my chambers, then here and then all the way back again.”

Stroking his back, Faramir agreed. He did no longer fear for Aragorn’s health in the same way he had done during the past weeks, but he would not put him through any unnecessary ordeals either. They remained for a while in the same pose, until Aragorn stirred and pulled back slightly.

“Shall we try again?” He wore a weak smile that far from reached his eyes.

Faramir leaned in and kissed those lips. “Yes.”

He slid an arm around Aragorn’s waist, supporting him firmly and letting the older man weigh him down as much as he wished. Aragorn needed some time until he had decided for himself which position helped him the most, but in the end, he was grasping Faramir’s other arm and walked half a step in front of the Steward.

The going was slow, very slow. More than once, Faramir silently wondered what Aragorn would say about having chairs or benches placed in the hallways at regular intervals. He would most likely disapprove of the idea and stubbornly state that he needed them not. The truth was, of course, another.

After many long minutes, Faramir was finally able to push open the door to Aragorn’s chambers and lead him inside. With a grateful sigh, the King sunk down on the bed and ran a tired hand over his face. The room lay in semi-darkness as the day was fading but had not yet turned into night. A tentative bluish glow, mingled with a white light only seen in winter, fell in through the windows and fingered the shadows.

“Maybe we should place some benches in the hallways?” The words slipped out of Faramir before he could check them, but the sight of Aragorn so exhausted unsettled him.

Aragorn remained silent for a long while, his eyes trained on the standing form of his young love in front of him. Faramir sunk to his knees upon the naked stone floor. He placed his hands on Aragorn’s thighs.

“You are tiring yourself for no reason, Aragorn,” he said softly. “There is no need to drain yourself so. And you need not uphold a façade, not for me, nor for the staff.”

Nodding slowly, Aragorn sighed once more. “You are right,” he stated simply, his voice devoid of its usual, obstinate force. “Will you see to it?”

“First thing tomorrow,” Faramir was quick to say before Aragorn changed his mind. Then he caught that tired hand and stroked it lovingly. “It is not showing weakness, it is ensuring that you stay with me for as long as possible.”

The first signs of a smile ghosted across Aragorn’s face. “Then you have my leave to fill the entire palace with benches.”

“I could disguise their intended purpose by placing bookshelves beside them?”

“Who would ever choose to read in a hallway?”

Faramir smiled. “You? And I, perhaps?”

Aragorn raised his other hand and trailed a finger down Faramir’s cheek. In the dim light, Aragorn’s hair changed into a darker shade and gleamed almost of black.

“My jewel,” he whispered.

His skin paled in the blue twilight that enfolded Minas Tirith. But in his face was the unmistakable dawning of a new life, and a new season.

“My King.”

Faramir gently turned his head and kissed the finger that had come to a rest by his jaw line.

“My lover.”

He met the eyes that were watching him so intently.

“My love.”

In the deep blue sky, the first silvery starlight of evening appeared.


This is the end of the story in a way. You may finish here, or you continue reading the epilogue that will follow in about a week. Due to too many ideas, the epilogue will consist of two parts. Thank you for sharing this journey with me. Blessings for a new and happy year to all of you.

5 Melethron – (male) lover, Sindarin

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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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