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Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean

19 November 2009 | 145965 words

Chapter 11

That afternoon and evening was spent just as many before had been. Reading, discussing their books, a nap together in Rahl’s large bed and dinner. Faramir was slightly surprised that they didn’t have sex again that night, usually no matter what they did before sleep but instead they just crawled into bed together and both fell asleep quickly. Rahl still didn’t hold Faramir in his sleep, even after a month but Faramir would always creep close to Rahl and the other man hadn’t seemed to mind too much since those first days.

It somehow reassured Faramir feeling the press of Rahl’s back against his chest though, he wasn’t sure why, it was just so. Like many things about Rahl, Faramir had no idea why he felt the way he did.

Part of the reason for Rahl’s improved mood could be attributed to nearly four weeks of nearly dreamless sleep. It seemed that every time the cold fingers of his nightmare reached out to touch him, something drove them away. He had no way of knowing it was Faramir’s soothing presence that relaxed him and drug him back from the edge of the nightmare. Had he known, he would have denied it, and claimed it was simply that he’d been working harder than ever, because he simply did not have it in him to admit that he might possibly need someone else, especially a mere slave.

On this night, however, talk about his father had reawakened memories he rarely allowed, and long before sunrise he felt himself falling into his nightmare yet again.

Unconsciously reaching down to feel for Faramir’s arm across his stomach, he relaxed somewhat when their fingers met, but the nightmare this time was too strong for a little contact to push completely away. Nearly half an hour passed before it returned, and it began, as usual, with Rahl standing in the uppermost room of his castle, high in the tallest tower, looking around him at all the land and the people he ruled.

Faramir was in a deep sleep but somehow a part of him sensed that something wasn’t right. He moved a bit closer to Rahl and pressed his face against the nape of his lover’s neck and curled his body around the wizard. If they’d been awake, likely Rahl would have made a remark about it.

Rahl leaned back into Faramir’s embrace as the dream deepened. He was standing in front of his father in the dream, yet he was no longer the child he’d been when his father had been killed. Though he still wore his robes, he couldn’t feel the tight pull of skin across his stomach and groin and knew without looking that his body was free of scars. The old wizard Zeddicus was cursing his father, and his father, somehow larger and darker than Rahl remembered, was pushing his son forward, chanting even darker curses back. As he watched in terror, Zeddicus raised his hand and a ball of flames suddenly appeared. The ball was flung in his direction, but Rahl ducked out of the way in plenty of time. His father, however, hateful coward that he was, grabbed Rahl by the shoulders and shielded himself. As the flames hit him directly over his heart, he felt as if every nerve in his body had been immersed in the very fires of hell. His hands beat at the flames, desperately trying to extinguish them, but they served only to fan and heighten his agony. Even as he screamed, the flames seemed to freeze upon his skin and rather than burning, he felt a cold, sharp pain in his chest, piercing his heart easily, then severing his spine as he collapsed, helpless and broken, dying on the cold stone floor of his own castle. The room filled with laughter and Rahl looked up to see not the wizard who had been there only moments before, but a younger, darker face, a face that looked oddly familiar – he knew without a doubt it was the face of the seeker who was destined to kill him.

As he lay sleeping, Rahl’s breath became harsh and he whimpered at the first touch of the flames. In all his years of this same nightmare, he’d mostly managed to hold his screams in until the very end when he would wake up in a cold sweat clawing at himself or the air around him. As usual, his screams on this night were mostly in his head though his teeth were gritted together and he was covered in sweat with the effort of holding them in. Long strands of his hair stuck to his face and neck, and in his dream they were simply more scorching tendrils of fire branding across his skin. His fingernails raked across his neck, trying to pull them away at first, then later, trying to press what felt like slivers of ice against his burns. As he saw who his attacker really was, he clawed at Faramir’s arms to free himself, and shot straight up in bed, screaming as the pain and the realization that death had finally come for him settled in his heart.

Faramir had sensed that something wasn’t quite right, his bed partner was becoming restless and he found himself starting to wake as Rahl started to struggle. His arm around Rahl’s waist suddenly felt sharp stinging pain from his lover’s nails biting into him and he was jerked awake by Rahl’s scream and the sudden movement of the bed. He immediately looked around the room to see if anyone had broken in on them and saw a wild, frightened look in his lover’s eyes. “What is it, my lord? Are you all right?” Without thinking, Faramir reached out and carefully brushed the hair back from his lover’s cheek.

Still caught up in his dream, Rahl didn’t recognize the man beside him for who he really was. Without thinking, he closed his hand on thin air and by the time his fingers met, a silver dagger was against his palm. All his spells of protection were forgotten and in that moment, he knew that he was about to die. He pushed Faramir’s hand away and practically leapt on top of him, the dagger against his throat, a single drop of blood already pooling at the tip. He was looking down at this strange young boy who had crept into his dreams, not the man he had stolen from another world and shared his life with for the past month. “How did you get in here? How did you disarm my spells?”

Faramir was so shocked he didn’t even try to fight against Rahl, obviously the man was still caught up in his nightmare and he yelped when his lover forced him back on the bed with a knife at his throat. “My lord… please,” Faramir said softly, trying to get his lover’s attention. When whatever dream seemed to grip Rahl still hadn’t faded, Faramir reached up and touched his cheek. “Darken Rahl, I am not your enemy,” he said firmly as his thumb brushed against his lover’s skin. “You will regret killing me, you know you will… please, my lord, do not do this.”

Rahl’s hand was trembling, his fingers white where he was clutching the blade and the only thing that kept him from ending his ‘enemy’s’ life was his need to know how he’d gotten past the most powerful of his spells. The blade had dug just a little deeper by the time Faramir’s words seemed to trickle in, the man’s tone and gentle touch breaking past the walls of his nightmare and reaching out to him as no one else ever had. He took a deep breath and only then realized he hadn’t actually breathed in since he’d screamed. The oxygen seemed to clear his mind somewhat, and he suddenly saw who was beneath him. Eyes wide with horror, he dropped the knife and froze, staring down at his lover, filled with the realization of just how close he’d come to killing him. “Gods… I…” He made a strangled sound low in his chest and nearly collapsed against the man, gasping for air and holding on to him so tightly it nearly strangled them both. “Faramir… I… you… it wasn’t you. It was him. I was trying to kill him, not you,” he rambled. “Not you.”

For several heartbeats Faramir was terrified that Rahl would not recognize him through the haze of whatever nightmare had gripped him. It seemed though that realization finally began to dawn on his lover and the knife clattered to the floor before suddenly he was wrapped in strong arms, crushing his breath from his lungs and Rahl of all people was rambling and shaking. “I know… I know,” Faramir whispered, disobeying Rahl and wrapping his arms around the other man. He’d longed to touch his lover but never for a reason like this. Rahl was deeply shaken and Faramir caressed his back, and up to his neck, his fingers running lightly through his hair and gripping the back of his head gently as he held him. Faramir even rocked his body from side to side. “Shh, it was a nightmare… you are safe,” he whispered soothingly.

For a few precious moments, Rahl let himself be soothed, lost in the warmth of the arms of someone who at least didn’t hate him – he hoped – and taking solace in the gentle touch. “No, I’m not safe,” he murmured against Faramir’s neck. “And neither are you apparently.” He somehow squeezed Faramir tighter, surprised at the catch in his own voice. “I nearly killed you. Gods… I. Nearly. Killed. You.” The thought shouldn’t have affected him so much. The thought of one less slave to feed should have been a relief, if anything. Then why, he wondered, couldn’t he seem to let go of the man? “You shouldn’t be here,” he said softly, each word seeming to physically hurt. “I should send you to sleep somewhere else. Somewhere where you can’t be harmed.”

Faramir might have found it darkly amusing in another situation, the fact Rahl had threatened to hurt him or even kill him so many times and when he’d almost done so accidentally was so shaken about it. It told Faramir more about the man than countless hours of sex and discussions ever could. Though Rahl claimed he was a dark wizard and a bad man, Faramir knew that he truly wasn’t as bad as he imagined himself to be. At least not to him anyway. “Forgive me, my lord but I do not wish to sleep away from you. I know you disbelieve me but even now, even after this… I would rather be with you and hold you like this when your dreams turn dark. I will never speak of this if that is your worry. This is between us and only us,” Faramir said softly, his hands practically petting the man’s hair that was so very soft.

Rahl let himself believe his lover’s words about wanting to be there, if only for a moment. He pulled away, eyes still dark with anguish both from his dream and from the actions that followed. With the very tip of his index finger, he traced over the thin line left behind from the blade and watched it mend before his very eyes, the spell weakening his powers for only a few moments. When there was no trace left, he realized there was nothing between them but the thin sleeping breeches he’d taken to wearing since shortly after Faramir had become his bedmate, and that the upper part of his scar would be visible if Faramir looked down. He turned quickly, jerking the sheet up to cover him and drew his legs up to his chest. “Of course you will not speak of this,” he said, trying for his usual disdainful tone and failing miserably. “I can take this memory away from you if I choose, but you never speak to anyone but me. I am…” Sighing, he ran a hand over his forehead then let his fingers trail back down to toy with his bottom lip, the memory of the fire and ice still making his skin tingle. “I suppose I could put another layer of protection on you for the next time…”

Faramir almost sighed in frustration when Rahl moved away from him to cover himself. He wondered if he should just tell him that he’d already seen the scars that very first night and that they didn’t bother him in the least. But he thought that a fight now would not help matters any. “I know your powers, my lord and do not doubt that you could take this memory as easily as plucking a single hair from my head. But you will not need to, I swear on my honor,” Faramir whispered. “If you believe I need protection you may do as you please but even now… I understand what happened and will not cringe from you. It was a dream… a vivid and apparently painful dream… we cannot control them so we must live with them. I too have had experience with unpleasant dreams, though none since I have come here, thankfully. I wish I could take yours away as easily.”

Giving Faramir a somewhat suspicious look as he wondered if the words were just to calm him, Rahl twisted the edge of the sheet in his hand for a few moments and made his decision. He reached out, rested his hand over Faramir’s heart and put several spells in place – spells that would keep him safe from another such attack. Rahl could still kill him of course, but only after removing the enchantments he’d placed and they were complex enough to ensure that even he couldn’t lift them when he was half asleep. He had the absurd urge to simply lay on his back and pull Faramir against him, but reasoned that that was only to be expected – he had, after all, nearly lost control of himself and that thought scared him more than almost anything else could. He was a powerful wizard, and if he one day completely forgot himself, there would be devastation untold for hundreds of leagues. Shaking his head at himself he reached up and pushed a strand of Faramir’s hair over his shoulder. “No one can take this dream. It is my destiny, or so it has been foretold. I am trying to change it, but the dream will return unless my fate changes, I think.” He tugged the sheet under his chin and continued. “And you? Who haunts your dreams, Faramir?”

Faramir gasped when the magic flowed over him and he stared at Rahl, truly wishing he were still in his arms. Leaning into Rahl’s touch as he brushed a lock of hair away, Faramir smiled wistfully. “Perhaps one day you will succeed in changing it then,” Faramir said softly and turned onto his side to regard the man beside him. “It is not so much a specific person who haunted my dreams… they never focused on just one thing as yours do. Mine would show things sometimes before they happened or how they could happen unless just one single thing was changed. They saved me sometimes, frightened me at other times. As a small child, I saw my mother’s impending death in my dreams,” Faramir said softly. “I think that was why Gandalf wanted to tutor me, to find out more about my dreams. There is some talk that on my mother’s side of the family there is Elvish blood… the Elves in our world are somewhat magical folk, not like you but they are very attuned to nature, can sometimes invoke it to their will and often are seers. I am not sure I believe the stories though,” Faramir said softly as he looked up and met Rahl’s eyes. “Too bad I never dreamt of you… or maybe a good thing, may have been a few embarrassing mornings with my men in the woods.”

Rahl’s expression was incredulous as Faramir described the elves, but then he actually burst out laughing at the implication of what might have happened had Faramir actually dreamed of him. No one in his life could make him laugh like Faramir. Even the puppets and soldiers he’d bewitched as a child held little humor and as he grew older, he was either treated with deference or fear, and few dared do more than throw a polite, if terrified, smile his way. “You amuse me,” he grinned, letting his hand trail down between Faramir’s legs and teasing the sensitive flesh he found there. “Tomorrow, over breakfast, I want to hear more about these Elves… and about your mother. The Elves sound fascinating and your mother… I had no idea she was not alive and waiting for you. I somehow simply pictured her staring out the window and wondering where you’d gotten off to.”

Faramir smiled when Rahl laughed, feeling pleased that he had managed to clear his lover’s mind of the nightmare and help him relax. He sucked in a breath when a warm strong hand cupped his flaccid member that suddenly began filling and hardening under the touch. He squirmed a little and nodded. “I will tell you all I know of both then… but when you are touching me like that, please do not speak of my mother… it feels… wrong,” he said laughing even as his hips rocked into Rahl’s touch.

Rahl laughed again, this time quite loudly. He abandoned his quest and lay down on his back for just a moment before thinking better of it and rolled over onto his side, facing away from his lover. Pulling the sheets up against his chin, he did, however, raise his upper arm in expectation of Faramir’s arm sliding through to wrap around him, as always, resting above his scar. “We should rest, though I plan on resuming those touches first thing in the morning,” he yawned. “Who knows? You might even wake up with me inside you.”

Faramir huffed a little when Rahl stopped teasing his flesh but didn’t complain. He was after all quite exhausted from earlier that day and the fact that the adrenaline rush of waking with a blade at one’s throat was wearing off. When Rahl laid back and rolled to his side he smiled when the unspoken invitation was made. He scooted forward and wrapped his arm around his lover and chanced pressing his lips against Rahl’s neck. “Mmm, now that promises to leave me with very pleasant dreams indeed,” Faramir murmured, smiling against Rahl’s shoulder.

A somewhat silly smile made Rahl’s lips twitch as he felt soft lips against his skin. One part of him enjoyed it even as another part was thankful he had spells protecting him, as Faramir’s teeth were quite close to the artery in his neck. “Indeed,” he murmured, sliding down in the bed, snuggling back against his lover, and pressing his forearms across his lower stomach so Faramir’s arm couldn’t stray down to the more undesirable parts of his body. His hand rested over his lover’s this time, however, and he didn’t even notice as he quickly drifted off to sleep. Even if he had, he might have pulled away… or he might not have.

Faramir was still smiling as Rahl snuggled against him and he began to drift to sleep. It was perfect being able to touch him like this. He knew things would change in the morning and he would have to return to asking permission first, tonight was unique and he understood that. Sleep well. Faramir thought and hoped there would be no more dreams this night except pleasant ones.

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35 Comment(s)

Cool! I like where this is headed, even though I don’t know the other fandom.

— pinbot    Sunday 10 May 2009, 3:26    #

Oh now this is a crossover I can sink my teeth into. I love both fandoms. I’m so excited about this story. Thank you for this. I can’t wait for more!

— Kelly    Monday 11 May 2009, 15:26    #

Crossover!!! oooOOOOooooo!!!!

— Eoselene    Tuesday 12 May 2009, 9:34    #

I didn’t know the other fandom involved in this crossover but man am I glad you turned me onto it. Now I have a new series I am greatly enjoying and your wonderful story to look forward to. Thanks!

— PrphtssP    Monday 8 June 2009, 6:23    #

Well I certainly never believed I’d ever see these thoughts or traits emerging from Darken Rahl of all people! This is very interesting indeed. I am enjoying it very much.

— Kelly    Tuesday 7 July 2009, 22:24    #

Well I certainly never believed I’d ever see these thoughts or traits emerging from Darken Rahl of all people! This is very interesting indeed. I am enjoying it very much. I’m in the midst of this book series right now so this is a great time for me to enjoy this story. Thank you both again for entertaining me thoroughly.

— Kelly    Tuesday 7 July 2009, 22:25    #

I just noticed I forgot to comment after this last post. I so love this. I’m loving seeing some things floating around in Rahl’s head that you wouldn’t expect in a million years! And who else could do this to him other than our dear, sweet, oh so naughty Faramir! I cant wait for more!

— Kelly    Thursday 23 July 2009, 21:38    #

Awesome!!! I am so loving the frustration level here! Faramir’s frustration with Rahl not believing him is one thing but Rahl’s frustration with Faramir and those little “feelings” he has no idea what to do with is just so fun. Feelings and Rahl dont normally even go in the same sentence so this is just so cool to be able so watch this all unfold. More please.

— Kelly    Tuesday 28 July 2009, 21:23    #

I almost feel sorry for Rahl..almost. He doesn’t have a chance. But then who could resist our Faramir? Can’t wait for more!

— Kelly    Tuesday 18 August 2009, 19:50    #

Drip, drip, drip. I feel the ice melting from a certain wizard’s heart. What power our Faramir wields. He can turn even the most vile heart to mush. As always, I am loving this and can’t wait for more. If Faramir is successful in making a very big change in Rahl,I wonder just how different his meeting with the Seeker would be?

— Kelly    Tuesday 25 August 2009, 19:11    #

Loved chapter 12, and the way their two worlds are “intertwingling” now. Fire and ice….

— ebbingnight    Thursday 10 September 2009, 22:58    #

I have no patience any more. This is impossible!!! You write gorgeous but.., but a little slowly… Forgive me for that. I want to see Faramir happy so much… I want Rahl would believe Faramir loves him truly. He is so stubborn…
Thank you!

— Anastasiya    Friday 11 September 2009, 12:25    #

Ugh! You two are seriously killing me! Every time I think our wonderful, oh so irresistible, Faramir is going to break through that last wall to Rahl, the door goes slam (and very loudly I might add)! It is beyond frustrating for both Faramir and me (hee hee). I was so sure this time he had it. However, do not take that as anything but the total compliment that it is. I love it. It’s what keeps me checking back daily (blushes, ok several times a day at least) for new updates. I so love this story. Well done!

— Kelly    Tuesday 15 September 2009, 0:09    #

Oh yes, magic is definitely at work here, but not the kind with which Rahl is familiar! I was happy to see in Chapter 13 that at least the children in the castle aren’t terrified of him.

— ebbingnight    Tuesday 15 September 2009, 16:46    #

Ouch! That time the door slammed shut so quickly it got me in the nose! Tease, tease tease!

— Kelly    Tuesday 15 September 2009, 16:52    #

Ah that’s better. I have been waiting for that reading. I can see the door is now slightly ajar. Hopefully Faramir gets the rest of himself through it. You two really have me wrapped up in this story. I was so excited to see a new addition I read it immediately. The greatest compliment I can give you is that you know a story is good when you can really picture yourself in the middle of it all watching it unfold. I have done that with basically all of your stories I have read. This one however will always be a favorite of mine.

— Kelly    Thursday 17 September 2009, 16:20    #

Totally love the way that Rahl is now trying to talk Faramir out of loving him—- for his own good! Getting closer and closer now to realizing what “love” actually means, I suspect!

— ebbingnight    Friday 18 September 2009, 1:07    #

Now this is really interesting. I’m so loving it. With all this emotoinal turmoil going on I cant wait to see things really explode when Richard decides to show up at some point.

— Kelly    Tuesday 22 September 2009, 17:04    #

Ha ha the power our beloved Ranger wields and doesn’t even realize it. Now he’s got Rahl healing broken bones without a second thought about it. Stick a fork in him, he’s done. I’m surprised he’s holding out as long as he is. I would have given in to Faramir in less than 5 seconds.

— Kelly    Wednesday 30 September 2009, 21:32    #

On behalf of all of us who have been waiting oh so impatiently for this event. Thank you!!!!!!!!!! The door has opened and the sun is shining brightly through the doorway.

— Kelly    Monday 5 October 2009, 20:00    #

And endlessly Rahl has surrendered!!! My heart is thrilled as when I’m thinking of Rahl’s power and magic as when I imagine bright beauty of Faramir. I think they must look incredibly together! Now I just hope this story will have the happy end for I’m afraid that the seeker could brihg them to harm! But I so want Rahl would allow himself to be truly loved!
Thank you! It was gorgeous as always!

— Anastasiya    Monday 5 October 2009, 20:37    #

You have charmed me once agian with this wonderful addition to your story. I cannot wait to see the meeting of Faramir and the Seeker.

— PrphtssP    Thursday 8 October 2009, 9:09    #

I know you wont be surprised at all to hear this from me but… totally awesome!!! I so enjoyed this I had to read it twice. Well done!

— Kelly    Tuesday 13 October 2009, 17:21    #

Oh joy! This just keeps getting better and better all the time. You are probably getting so sick of hearing from me by now but I cant help it. I so love this story. I cant wait to get more.

— Kelly    Monday 26 October 2009, 17:20    #

Extremely exiting!
It made my heart practically stop!
Confrontation of two the most important for Rahl men! I regret only that they both have promissed Rahl to become friends and cannot wrangle openly any more… Though, I think, they will be always have no special sympathy of one another.
I like the way Faramir is jealous and Rahl demonstrate him his affection!
I could read about them endlessly!
And though I understand it’s not so simply to write, I hope to see new chapters faster…
Thank you very much!

— Anastasiya    Thursday 29 October 2009, 15:44    #

I so love a jealous Faramir! He must be just so lovely that way (not that he isnt all the time anyway). I’ll put $20 on our Faramir against Demmin anytime and if he has any trouble I will be happy to help him with whatever he needs. If this keeps up Rahl is going to be to worn out to give Richard much trouble. Faramir may have to settle this. Very diplomatically I hope, as I dont want anything bad happening to Richard either. I quite like him also. As always, well done! I anxiously wait each new piece. I am going to be so bummed when this story is over.

— Kelly    Thursday 29 October 2009, 17:43    #

OMG! I think that was the fastest I have ever read through an addition. Oh please tell me I wont have to wait long to find out what happens next.

— Kelly    Monday 2 November 2009, 15:24    #

Oh, it was…strange!
I hope you know, dear writers, that I am devoted admirer of your works, but request about permission to leave Rahl’s world never to return was too much even for me. Of course I want Rahl to see Faramir’s world, to meet Denethor (!!!) and perhaps to play his own role in the War of the Ring (it would be interesting to see powerful Rahl standing against Witch King for example) but I also wish Rahl would become a creator bringing Peace and Good to his people. I wish I could see him as a healer and as a ruler loved by everybody. I would be very delighted too see Faramir and Rahl to be jealous and I’ve already forgotten when I read about their intimacy last time… Though it will be other story for Rahl knows now what love is.
I have said already I could read about them endlessly. And I truly think this story is the one of the most successful works I have ever read.

— Anastasiya    Wednesday 4 November 2009, 13:00    #

Wow! I am exhausted just reading! Leave it to Faramir to get things done. I love it. I was totally not sure how this would work out in the end. I cant wait to see how going to Middle Earth works out for them. I wouldnt mind Denethor getting more than a cramp for his bad behaviour. As always, I so love this and anxiously anticipate more. Just when I think I cant get any deeper into this story, there’s another level I get caught up in. Well done!

— Kelly    Wednesday 4 November 2009, 14:28    #

Oh I like this. Life in middle earth, specifically Ithillien, is going to be so much more fun. I oh so impatiently await the next chapter. I just hope they get out of there before Zedd or Kahlan gets out of Richard what he did.

— Kelly    Tuesday 10 November 2009, 16:50    #

I have not finished to read everything, but your style is really good and the story interesting.
Thank you for sharing.

— lille mermeid    Thursday 19 November 2009, 19:43    #

Wonderful ending, as their converging paths of seemingly dark desires have finally led Faramir and Darken to discover together what love is. I adore the fact that now Faramir has to stop Darken from constantly healing him, and that there is total trust between them. This was worth traveling between worlds for!

Thanks for this terrific crossover: it really worked for me.

— ebbingnight    Friday 20 November 2009, 2:07    #

Oh, dear authors! You have described ten years of happy marrige in Gondor faster than the year in Rahl’s world. And I am happy and sad at the same time. Happy – because of very good end, but sad – because of this wonderful story is over. I do not know how to live further without them.
But thank you very much. It was truly great work!

— Anastasiya    Friday 20 November 2009, 13:56    #

So sorry to be late in posting. I have been down with some cold/flu thing the last few days and couldn’t get on to read this fabulous finale. What a wonderful ending to a fulfilling journey. I have been hooked from the very first line and although I’m sad to see it go, a more fitting end I couldnt have envisioned. Thank you both for giving me such a wild ride that I am sure I will enjoy many more times to come.

— Kelly    Wednesday 25 November 2009, 21:23    #

I so love this story! It’s certainly one of my favorites. You did such a good job there and I can only second the others. Lots of hot, kinky sex and a compelling storyline, too. You’ve made me happy.

However, since I read this the first time I always hoped for a follow-up. The idea of Rahl in Middle Earth… Oh, I would have loved that!

— Rain    Saturday 17 January 2015, 19:12    #

Don’t know either fandom well, but I enjoy your writing. I just wish Rahl would use the mind reading spell already! He thinks Faramir is a liar so find out for sure whether he should send him back lol

— Teri    Monday 2 August 2021, 14:19    #

Oh my God, this is so good! Almost to the end, and both of our boys are gonna die? Faramir and Rahl both?! Aww… Didn’t think I would be rooting for the villains …

— Teri    Friday 6 August 2021, 18:52    #

Surprised and delighted at the ending! I would have loved to have seen Rahl be taken by Faramir as he spoke about last chapter, but really liked it. Would have enjoyed seeing more of their time here, but it was good. Know you wrote this a long time ago, so you probably don’t even get these comments but nicely done

— Teri    Saturday 7 August 2021, 4:13    #

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