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Bleed Black (NC-17)

Written by Emono

24 December 2006 | 8518 words

Chapter 5: Movement in the Water

“Like water flowing into lungs, I’m flowing through these days
As morphine tears through deadened veins, I’m numbing in these days”
—Bleed Black

Connor: This is one of the best chapters.
Karma: You only think it’s one of the best because Aragorn gets a bigger part, bigger than Legolas’s anyways.
Connor: I’m sorry, I don’t like him.
Karma: thinks hard, then grins Your jealous…
Connor: sputters indignantly Excuse me?
Karma: You heard me, your jealous!
Connor: Of what?!
Karma: Your jealous because he is an Elf and your nothing but a lowly Angel of Death….and he has better hair.
Connor: broods in corner
Karma: He’s nothing but a big baby
Emono: I agree
Karma and Emono: nods heads

“You can’t”

“I can”

“Faramir…even I can’t”

“But I can!

“No, you can’t”

“I can so!”

Aragorn rolled his eyes as Legolas and Faramir bickered, releasing Sam’s pony Bill “The Mines are no place for a pony, Sam. He’s smart, he’ll find his way home.” Aragorn pat the Hobbit on the shoulder, then turned to his two good friends. “Now what are you two bickering like an old married couple about?”

“He thinks I can’t do a spin-kick on my hands!” Faramir pointed at Legolas accusingly. Legolas put his hands on his hips and moved them to the side a little, a scolding pose.

“Aragorn, even I can’t do that” Legolas replied, he was calm. Faramir pouted, crossing his arms and stamping his feet into the dirt like a child.

“Will you stop throwing a tantrum?” Boromir sighed frustratingly as he sat down their packs. Gandalf could no figure out the password, giving them all a break. “Let me see your torso little brother” Faramir stopped with his fit, reaching down and pulling up his shirt to reveal green and blue bruises along his torso.

“They aren’t as bad as they look, I feel no pain” Faramir replied truthfully, he poked a blue spot hard and winced “Well…nothing hurts till you poke it, I suppose”

“Come, I have healing salve” Legolas sat down on a rock, reaching into his pack and pulling out a small vile. He looked, seeing Faramir still standing there but giving him a pervert stare “Are you deaf now? Sit!”

“Always an angel…” Faramir sighed, then walked over and sat beside the Elf so he could gently apply the slightly stinging salve. It made him wince and jump slightly “....brat prince, watch it”

“Tis not my touch that hurts, it is but the salve” Legolas almost accused, gently rubbing in the cream. He wanted to prove that not only was he a deadly foe in battle, but he could also be a loving nurse maid. The salve cooled and Faramir sighed pleasantly, nodding in agreement with the Elf.

“Thank you, much obliged” Faramir grinned and placed a kiss to the Elf’s hand. “Now!” he stood up abruptly and turned to the rest of the group “Who wants to see if I can really do a spin-kick on my hands?”

“Sure, what is it?” Pippin asked.

“It’s a….” Faramir gave him a weary stare “...spin-kick…on my hands”

“Your such a ditz Pip” Merry elbowed his kin lightly. Faramir bowed to his crowd, then took off his cloak and pack. He took in a deep breath, Legolas rolled his eyes. He was about to flip forward when Boromir chimed in…

“Show off”

“Bite me” Faramir readied himself again, then bent over and got on his hands. He smiled broadly, giving himself a moment to balance from the shift. He then puffed out his chest,, then let out the breath in a yell as he bent his elbows and spun his body. His legs were long a nimble, they stretched out and did a deadly kick-spin in the air that would have taken out three foes alone from being knocked in the head. Faramir used the leverage of the spin to flip himself so his feet hit the floor and he bowed gracefully.

The Hobbits cheered, Gimli laughed while Aragorn clapped as well. Boromir rolled his eyes, muttering curses. Legolas smiled in his defeat.

“Truly, you are Elven my friend” Legolas teased, gazing fondly into Faramir’s flushed face. He did not even break a sweat, nor did he pant.

“Yes, well I-” Faramir replied proudly, then gazed off into the water. It was not out of danger, it was out of thought. Faramir stepped up the door, all eyes on him. He took in a deep breath, making it look dramatic, as he placed his hands in front of him as if about to pray. He let out a sigh, then spread out his hands and bellowed “Mellon!” They were close to thinking he was he nuts, but then the doors opened up to them. Gasps and murmurs, then they were ready to enter.

“How did you know?” Gandalf asked, setting a crystal on his staff.

“It said: Speak ‘friend’, and enter” Faramir grinned, Legolas smiled and pat him on the shoulder lovingly.

“I taught you well” Legolas sighed, “let us go in” The place was dark, they could barely see anything save for what the moonlight showed.

“Soon Master Elf, you will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the Dwarves” Gimli said proudly, Faramir secretly mocked the Dwarf behind him and it made Legolas smile “Roaring fires, malt beer, ripe meat off the bone!” Gimli was proud, Faramir stopped mocking him only to roll his eyes. Gandalf blew on the crystal, casting a light on the ‘room’ so to speak. “This my friend is the home of my cousin, and they call it a Mine!” Gimli chuckled “A Mine!”

“This is no Mine….” Boromir pointed out, his gaze drifting over the floor “...it is a tomb”

“No!” Gimli cried, seeing Dwarf skeletons on the floor “No! No!” Faramir and Legolas exchanged a look, Faramir knelt down to gaze at the floor and at the footprints while Legolas pulled out an arrow.

“Goblins?” Faramir asked half-heartedly, he knew the answer.

“Goblins” Legolas agree, tossing the arrow aside with a sneer. Swords were drawn, Faramir and Legolas pulled out their bows and arrows.

“We make for the gape of Rohan” Boromir said solemnly “We should never have come here at all” Faramir gave his brother a ‘how was Frodo supposed to know all this?’ look, but it was ignored. The Hobbits fussed behind them.

“Get out of here! Get out!” Aragorn yelled. They began to go back out, when something stirred underneath the water. They had no time to do anything before Frodo was snatched from underneath them. Legolas was out there first, shooting arrows at the tentacle that held Frodo before going at the mouth. He unconsciously stepped closer to his pray to get better shots, something not wise when hunting for deer. His father had scolded him for it, and now he knew why. He was knee deep in the water when Faramir yelled his name. His feet were whipped out from underneath him, his bow knocked onto the land. He was picked up and held in the air like a sacrifice around the waist. He cried out, squirming against the slimy muscle. He pushed at the monster, kicking only slightly for his legs were held as well. Arrows were shot at the tentacle, he knew it was Faramir.

“Faramir!” Legolas cried, then the tentacle squeezed and all air burst from his lungs in one name “Faramir!” Then the muscle went limp, Faramir had cut it below him. He fell suddenly, not realizing how far up in the air he was. Strong arms caught him, and suddenly he was being put on his feet by his beloved Faramir.

“Are you alright beloved?” Legolas did a quick check of his bones and such, then nodded. Faramir tucked a lock of Elven hair behind his ear with a smile, then turned serious and nodded “Grab your bow, into the Mines” Legolas did as was instructed, racing over the ground and picking up his bow along with a few of his arrows that had dropped. Boromir caught Frodo when they got him down, holding him close.

“Into the Mines!” Gandalf yelled. After grabbing what was his, Legolas raced with his companion into the Mines. The large octopus-type creature lashed at the entrance, knocking in the cave so it buried the opening in debris. Legolas stared wide eyed as the opening closed, their light fading away. An arm was wrapped around his waist, Faramir’s arm for it was Faramir’s voice in his ear.

“Damn it all” Faramir whispered, holding onto Legolas so to know the Elf was alright as the light went out. He then let go, he felt Legolas turn around. Faramir stepped back once more and stumbled on a rock and fell back into someone. The two bodies tumbled, then landed on the floor with Faramir being pinned. The cry of Faramir echoed threw the room when pressure was applied to his ribs.

“Ow! Get off me!”

“Faramir?”

“Yes, now get off”

“Here, let me help you up….”

“Watch it Aragorn, that’s not my hand”

“Yes it is, what else could it be?”

“Hey! Stop groping me! Rape!”

“Will you shut up?!”

“Help! Gandalf! I’m being molested!”

“He’s not being molested!” then a sound of skin on skin, someone being smacked in the face “...did you just slap me? You little-”

“You can’t grope me as you please you know”

“Faramir, I can’t even see you”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t feel me…”

“Be quiet! Please Gandalf, a little light”

“Yes, so he can at least see where he’s groping”

“Faramir, shut up, or I’m going to tie you up and carry you like a sack all threw the
Mines and I won’t be lenient with you either!”

“Mmm, sorry there Aragorn, I’m not into that kind of thing. You know, being tied really doesn’t do anything for me…Ow! He’s pinning me! Rape!” Gandalf smiled, blowing on his crystal once more to shed light. Indeed, Aragorn was pinning Faramir. They were on the ground, Faramir was on his back and Aragorn was half on his side as he pinned Faramir by the shoulders. Legolas felt another wave of jealousy wash over him.

“See!” Faramir grinned “I told he was molesting me” Aragorn huffed, getting to his feet and pulling Faramir up by his collar “Ow, your very rough you know”

“Valar, lphe’ em otn lestrang’ isth th`you¹” Aragorn muttered, closing his eyes and raising his head skyward.

“Hey! I heard that!” Faramir snapped “I like to see you strangle me brother Aragorn!” In an instant, Aragorn’s hand was at his throat and he was thrown into the wall. Aragorn’s touch was not deadly, it was light and gentle and rested over his pulse and other vital points. “Oh…”

“I could snap your neck” the fingers probed slightly, almost caressing his neck before Aragorn was by Gandalf’s side and asking him what to do next. Gandalf said stuff about going threw the Mines, but Legolas put a hand on Faramir’s shoulder.

“Odo`tno pt`tem eth ngki o`so²” Legolas whispered, smiling at the Man. Faramir nodded, turning to the Elf. They stared into each others eyes, gray-green meeting an icy blue. For a moment, nothing existed but them. Not Boromir or Orcs or Goblins, not even the Ring or the quest to destroy it. It was only them…

“Come now, we’re going threw the Mine” Boromir called to his brother, him and the Elf now the only ones in the room besides himself. They both nodded, almost jogging to catch up with the others.

¹ Valar, help me not to strangle this youth

² Do not tempt the King so

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