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Mist (R) Print

Written by Geale

30 September 2010 | 88324 words

Chapter Thirty-Six – Joy

Tuilë 51

There was clamour in the courtyard anew. Stable boys ran hither and thither with luggage and sooner than Faramir might have liked, the horses were brought and made ready.

“We will reunite with the rest of the Rivendell company down by the Road,” Arwen told him as they watched the commotion. Sunlight was playing in her hair and Faramir thought the blue in her eyes was the same as that of the sky above. “I will part with Aragorn and Eldarion there and journey forth with my kinsfolk to see Legolas.”

He wondered if he imagined the slight deepening of colour in her cheeks when she spoke the name. “You must pass on my blessing to him then, for a bright summer and a good harvest,” said Faramir. “No doubt he will be glad to see you,” he added, trying his best to sound casual.

She smiled, and the smile was that of a young girl’s. “So I hope.”

He opened his mouth to ask but then he hesitated and lost his courage. He chose a different path instead. “Lady… I owe you much.”

She shook her head. “No, Faramir, you do not,” she said firmly. “You have brought light to Aragorn’s heart and I think my son has found a new… home, if you do not mind me saying so.”

“I am honoured.” He bowed slightly, still not entirely able to shake the feeling that he was somehow addressing a Queen when he spoke with her.

“These woods know how to tell those with Eldar blood apart,” she said softly, and Faramir finally understood why he had not been able to name the new flicker of emotion that now lived among the trees. “And yet it loves you just as much as it would any Elf. This is indeed a fair, and curious, land.”

“Aye,” agreed Faramir. “It is.”

Aragorn and Eldarion, in travelling cloaks, came walking across the courtyard. They were speaking quietly and there was a smile playing on Aragorn’s lips and suddenly Eldarion laughed. The King laid a hand on his son’s shoulder and steered him towards the stone steps where Faramir and Arwen were waiting.

Throwing caution to the wind, Faramir caught one of Aragorn’s hands in one of his own and twined their fingers together. The older man met his gaze and his smile faded somewhat.

“I shall miss you,” Faramir said quietly.

Aragorn moved a few inches closer and there was a question in his grey eyes. Faramir quickly scanned the yard, seeing the escort he would lend Aragorn lest the King should ride alone to his City, seeing the stable boys and then Nena, fastening Eldarion’s saddlebags to his horse. He took a deep breath and willed his heart to beat steadily. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Aragorn’s mouth. For a terrifying moment, he was sure Aragorn would pull back, but then the King wound his free arm around his waist and parted his lips. Melting against him, Faramir dipped the very tip of his tongue into the wet warmth and felt softness envelop him. He claimed all of Aragorn then, letting their tongues slide together and the rising energy wander freely between them. He felt Aragorn’s hand tighten in his tunic and he wished they were alone and had time. But as it were, he must draw back and they ended the kiss gently, trading a few shallow brushes of lips against lips.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that Arwen had deliberately turned away from them and was now speaking with one of his men. Heat rushed to his cheeks when Faramir realised just what he had done, but Aragorn’s glittering eyes quickly convinced him it had been worth it. Eldarion had sunk down to sit on the stairs and he was doing everything in his power to ignore them both.

“So we part,” said Aragorn softly, “for a while. I thank the Star Lady for you.”

“Yours…” Faramir left one last kiss upon his lips, “Yours, my lord, my love, I am yours.”

The sunlight soaked the courtyard in a golden glow as he stood to watch the horses disappear through the gate. One by one, they rode away, and Aragorn must turn to face the road at last, leaving Faramir to silence. His lips still burned, his body ached to be touched and not even the Sun could chase away the shadow that fell upon his heart when he was once more all alone. For some time, he stood staring at the open gates, as if he expected Aragorn to come rushing back, proclaiming himself forsworn and casting his rule aside. And maybe even a part of Faramir hoped that would happen.

He sighed and stirred at last. His gaze landed on the great oak, towering over the gates. He dragged up a smile for it, turned and went back up the stone steps and into the house.


Lairë 12

Faramir kicked off his boots and dropped down onto the grass. It tickled his bare feet and he stretched out on his back, content to just breathe; the weariness of many days’ labour finally taking it’s toll on him and he closed his eyes and let his senses slide…

He knew not for how long he had been dozing when someone called his name. Opening his eyes, he first saw only a slim form bending over him, dark against the blinding sunlight.

“Hey!”

Faramir rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. “Maelir?”

“Yea, ‘tis me. You asleep?”

“I guess I was…” As his eyes adjusted to the light, he could make out the younger man’s ink-black hair, now shorn close to the nape of his neck, and the dark eyes peering down at him.

Maelir grinned, “I never thought I would see you thus in the middle of the day.”

Faramir pushed himself into a sitting position. “I’ve been working on the fields for the past fortnight… Where have you been?”

“Visiting my cousins further north. One of them is recently married and she took her younger sister in when my mother’s sister died. I returned here some four days ago.” He sank down upon the grass, but at a proper distance. “I was certainly glad to discover that that dreadful mist is now gone from here!” He looked pleased. “But how are you, Faramir?”

“Well…” He raked a hand through his hair. “I am well. You should have come to see me sooner.”

“You lonely?” Maelir raised his eyebrows suggestively but his smile did not reach his eyes.

He was. “I have missed your company…” Sleep refused to release him completely and his thoughts were jumbled. When he heard his own words, he grimaced. “No, listen… I am not saying that…” He sighed, “We were good friends too, were we not?”

“We were…” avoiding his gaze, Maelir toyed with a blooming yarrow. He sounded hesitant. “There is this rumour running about… you know – ‘tis an odd one, really – of this man whom you kissed in front of your entire household, and how you also asked for a lady’s hand in marriage, but that she went away from here…”

Faramir stared at him. “What?”

“Yea… and they say… well, they say the King visited you – the King, of Gondor, you know though no one knows why. And they say also that there were Elves come here to take you away to their lands…” He tried a bleak smile. “I guess in times of peace people have nothing better to do than gossip…”

“But…” Faramir did not know whether to laugh or scream. Maelir’s revelation had a curious effect on him: he wanted to summon all the people of Emyn Arnen and tell them of his love for his King… and he wanted to run. He chose the easy way out. “Why do they think that I asked this lady to marry me?”

Maelir shrugged. “Apparently you were seen alone with her… holding her, here in your own gardens.”

Faramir winced and dropped his head into his hands.

“If you have not changed your ways, I am assuming there is no truth to this?” Maelir asked, not managing to hide all of his budding doubt.

Faramir looked up at him. “This Lady is a friend, I hope,” he said firmly. “She was distressed and I did my best to comfort her. But no, we are not betrothed.” He had to smile at the image that slid through his mind. “You know I would not wed a female.”

“Not even for political purposes? That is what people are assuming since they also think the King came hither.”

“No… no…” He wondered how much of the truth he ought to divulge. “If you ever hear that rumour again will you say that you have it on good authority that the Steward of Gondor does not intend to marry.” He hesitated, then added, “And you may say also that he takes no female lovers.”

Maelir’s brown eyes narrowed. “But that would be implying that..?”

“Aye it would be,” said Faramir resolutely. “It would also be telling the truth and to me it sounds like there is a need for that.”

A grin was slowly painted across Maelir’s features. “Well then,” he said with a small informal bow, “it will be my pleasure to enlighten them.” He shifted a bit closer. “Faramir… I do miss you.” In an instant, his whole demeanour changed: his smile grew warmer and he seemed to somehow soften in the sunlight.

Faramir reached out and ran his fingertips down the smooth-shaven cheek. “There is more to this truth of mine,” he said quietly. “I could not bed you for I am pledged…”

Maelir sat very still before him and Faramir dropped his hand to the grass.

“I have found love when I thought I was headed for misery,” he continued. “It is not easy, but… I could ask for nothing more.”

“Those… Elves?” Maelir asked at last and Faramir smiled.

“No, no Elves… It is a regular Man… sort of.”

“Sort of?”

“It is complicated…” Faramir shook his head. “You will know soon enough… Judging by the pace by which those rumours of yours spread, it is not likely to remain a secret for much longer.”

And the world might just turn upside-down…

He had meant to say no more but suddenly there was a flash of understanding in Maelir’s eyes and he gaped at Faramir. “No?” He leaned back a little as if he could not see Faramir properly when he sat so close. “No..? You cannot mean… But they said… The King?” he hissed as though the whole population of Gondor eagerly crowded behind him.

Some heat rushed to Faramir’s cheeks. “Aye, the King…”

“But…” Maelir’s already large eyes had never been wider. “But he is King!”

“Yes, that is what Damrod said too…”

Maelir snorted, “Damrod! What does he know?”

“I thought you shared the same opinion on loving a King?” Faramir ventured, grateful that the ground still felt solid underneath him and gaining some courage from this discovery. “And you need not try to change my mind for that very same Damrod has done so thrice already – to no avail, I might add, and now he is… accepting.”

“By the gods, Faramir…” Maelir nodded slowly. “Well, you could have done no better, I guess… I have never seen him but they say he is handsome.”

Faramir only smiled as the image of Aragorn’s face rose in his mind. Three weeks had passed since they took their leave in the courtyard and though he had meant to conquer his fear of Minas Tirith he had been called away to the remaining repairs needed after the rains, and then the sowing and tending to the fields had overwhelmed him. Now he counted the days to Midsummer when Aragorn and Eldarion would come to him again.

“Look at you!” cried Maelir. “Smiling like a lovesick fool!” But he was grinning. Then he sighed and the grin faded. “I confess… I am a bit jealous – I had hoped…. I know it has been ages since I last came to your bed but I enjoyed it the last time. The last time indeed, I suppose now.”

Knowing it would be too confusing, Faramir refrained from touching him, even by way of simple comfort. “Damrod said you were spreading the news that you had slept here… after that time.”

“Then he lies,” said Maelir fiercely. “I told only my friends, but if he overheard me and interpreted it that way, the blame is not mine to bear.”

Faramir pondered this. “Perhaps it is so…” he said finally. “You were never close and he cares greatly for me…” he ignored Maelir’s snort and grumbling assent, “perhaps that is how he saw it.” He knew Damrod well and did not find it wholly unlikely that his friend should choose to see it from his own angle. Well, whatever the truth of the matter, it lay now in the past. He shook himself and smiled. “No harm done, in any case. Will you join me for dinner?”

“For dinner only?” Maelir shook his head. “Nah… I confess I was hoping for a better offer.” His smile was rueful. “Another day I will… just… not today.”

He rose to his feet and Faramir followed him. “If ever you need anything, you know… A place to stay or…”

“Money or food? Yea, I will come to you.” The young man grimaced with distaste. “That really sounds terrible.”

“As long as you know that I mean it,” said Faramir. “But as you wish, I will speak no more of it, though the offer stands.”

Maelir nodded. “Good.” then he leaned in and dropped a quick kiss to Faramir’s cheek. With a faint smile he started across the grass but after a few paces he stopped and turned. “Shall I tell people also of your new lover?”

Faramir watched how the sun skidded across his former lover’s hair and face. It felt so long ago that he had kissed him, lain with him… and yet it was little more than a moon ago. It was a wonder how the world had changed so dramatically, and yet so much was still the same. He wondered if it was still possible to go back, to allow time to curl around itself and for Faramir to disappear into a little fold of it and emerge as he had been before: bound solely to his land and occasionally exploring freedom when it suited him best. So much easier it would be, so much safer… so predictable.

“Yes,” he said, “speak of it as you seem fit.”

He picked up his boots and chose another direction, mindful of where he placed his feet, but a smooth path was cleared for him and the grass grew soft and rich around him. A teasing giggle sifted out from behind a group of young rowans and reclined upon a patch of particularly thick moss covering the stump of a forgotten tree.

“Oh, be quiet,” he half-heartedly admonished, but was perfectly unable to chase the silly grin from his face.

The slender saplings from Rivendell were planted not far from the narrow path. Birds liked them, and he wondered if they would bear fruit for they were already in bloom. Many things that had once been fostered in Rivendell had thus come to his doorstep, and the door was wide open. He found that he was walking this new path with nothing but joy in his heart.

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

— Kelly    27 July 2009, 16:15    #

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

— Geale    28 July 2009, 07:42    #

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    29 July 2009, 21:53    #

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

— Kelly    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    11 August 2009, 08:25    #

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    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    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    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    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    10 September 2009, 01:05    #

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    20 September 2009, 13:19    #

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

— Kelly    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    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    25 September 2009, 09:08    #

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    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    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    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    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    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    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    15 November 2009, 19:59    #

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

— trixie    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    26 November 2009, 03:16    #

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    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    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    30 November 2009, 09:12    #

Re: Chapter Ten

Wow.

— Mira Took    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    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    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    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    10 February 2010, 12:06    #

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

— Anastasiya    10 February 2010, 13:28    #

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

— Kelly    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    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    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    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    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    16 March 2010, 01:03    #

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

Geale    22 March 2010, 18:43    #

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    23 March 2010, 11:28    #

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    23 March 2010, 14:00    #

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    24 March 2010, 20:09    #

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    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    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    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    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    13 April 2010, 04:17    #

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    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    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    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    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    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    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    5 May 2010, 05:36    #

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    5 May 2010, 08:10    #

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    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    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    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    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    6 June 2010, 06:02    #

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    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    8 June 2010, 05:48    #

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    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    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    25 June 2010, 06:46    #

Tents have been taken into consideration.

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

You can always count on me! ;)

Geale    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    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    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    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    10 July 2010, 05:00    #

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    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    19 July 2010, 07:45    #

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

— Kelly    19 July 2010, 18:18    #

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

— trixie    22 July 2010, 05:46    #

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

Geale    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    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    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    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    18 August 2010, 08:42    #

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    23 August 2010, 00:49    #

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    25 August 2010, 01:04    #

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    25 August 2010, 21:21    #

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

— trixie    28 August 2010, 16:32    #

Bad, bad Damrod…

Geale    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    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    14 September 2010, 08:53    #

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    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    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    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    11 October 2010, 20:46    #

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Geale

Greetings,

This is me and this is where all of my Faramir stories are posted. I write mostly Faramir/Aragorn, but like to toy with other pairings as well. Hopefully, you will find something you like!

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