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Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean

19 November 2009 | 145965 words

Chapter 4

Rahl looked darkly over at Faramir, but a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth before too long. “Most of my lovers simply lie there and wait for me to leave,” he smirked. “I had one lie there silently for a full day, afraid to ask me if he could even sit up.” In no hurry whatsoever, he uttered a spell that unlocked his door, wheeled the table full of food in, and locked the door behind it before turning back to Faramir. “Yet you… you ask so many questions, have so many little requests.” His fingers brushed over his lips and chin as he continued. “There, on the dresser. There is a basin of water.” He nodded and flicked his fingers in the general direction of the basin. “I’ve even warmed it for you.”

Faramir felt his face flush a bit when Rahl said that he asked a great deal of questions and requests… he should know better. His father hated when he asked too many questions… but it was just his nature. “Questioning things… is my nature, my lord,” he said softly. “I do apologize for that… a bad habit I suppose. And… I was raised as nobility where I am from, it is polite to ask questions… and polite to cleanse yourself especially when there is food,” Faramir explained as he stood and crossed to the basin. “Thank you for heating the water, by the way, I’ve bathed in cold rivers but… it is never pleasant,” he smiled.

A small laugh escaped before Rahl even realized Faramir had amused him. “Your questions are refreshing… at least for now,” he said, quickly schooling his features again and turning away from his companion. He broke off a piece of fresh bread and began chewing. “Nobility, you say? How is that possible? You were found in the woods, and you have not demanded I release you. Anyone of noble blood I have ever known would not be so… cooperative in my experience.”

Faramir washed his face and hands and then cleaned his stomach and lower, wincing a bit as he did so. He would look forward to a bath later, at least he hoped so. Once he was done he bent down painfully to retrieve his tunic and slipped it on, it was long enough just to cover him to mid thigh. “In my world, my father is the steward, my brother is the General of the Army and I am Captain of the rangers. I was raised in a place not so terribly unlike this castle… though it had much more light. White marble… in fact, it is even called the White City by some,” Faramir explained as he crossed to the table but did not presume to sit. “Our world is at constant war, so nobles too must fight… that is why I was found in the woods, my lord,” Faramir completed and smiled. “As for… why I am cooperative,” he shrugged, “I do not know… I… well, have enjoyed my time with you and I see no reason to question and argue or fight when all it will do is make things unpleasant. I realize that finding common ground is less costly in most situations if it is possible.”

Rahl frowned and reached out to grasp Faramir by the chin, holding his face still. “You are trained as a warrior, yet you are so susceptible to my spells,” he murmured thoughtfully, gazing in to clear blue eyes before releasing him. Those eyes seemed to linger in his mind, however, even after he’d focused again on the food before him. “You seem intelligent, but… wait. You claim to know a wizard. Does he practice his spells on you? Is your mind easily opened by magic?”

Faramir fought the urge to step back at the way Rahl had grabbed his face. It almost reminded him of he way his father sometimes did and it irritated him. He bit back any response he might have had and was grateful when Rahl released him. “I suppose I am intelligent enough… but no, Gandalf did not practice his magic on me, or at least not my mind. He was my tutor for much of my childhood. He taught me languages and how to read many different dialects and maps; I am also quite proficient at map making. He only used magic in my presence once that I recall and that was to protect me as a small child. He does not believe in using magic in quite the same way you do, nor does he use it as often, my lord.”

Face darkening once again, Rahl’s eyes flashed dangerously at Faramir’s words. “I imagine he uses it more often than you know,” he ground out. He forced himself to take a deep breath and gave a somewhat pained smile to the other man. “There is no reason not to use it, as long as it is used in the right way. It can be very useful… or very, very dangerous.” The fingers of his right hand rubbed absently at his lower stomach where his scar began and his brow furrowed for a moment at the remembered agony he’d suffered. “Your precious wizard has obviously practiced on you without your knowledge, for you are quite easy to control. The easiest I have ever encountered, actually.”

Faramir scowled when Rahl spoke of him being easy to control. “If I did not want to be controlled I would fight against it, I assure you, I am not that weak willed,” Faramir answered. He didn’t want to argue with Rahl but he wouldn’t stand for being insulted especially after he’d been pleasant enough to the man after being ripped from his own world on a whim.

Rahl’s eyes narrowed and he was nearly on top of Faramir before the piece of fruit he had in his hand could even hit the floor. His fingers tangled in long brown hair and he jerked Faramir’s head back roughly. “You amuse me, Faramir, and you satisfy me… for now. But if you ever lie to me again, if you ever try and make me believe what we do is of your own will, I will kill you. I am no fool and I will not be treated as if I am one.” His free hand found the exact spot on Faramir’s shoulder he knew would be sore from the night before and squeezed hard. “I do not wish for you to speak anymore right now. If you say another word, I will put a silencing spell on you and beat you until you bleed. Now sit down, and be thankful that I am generous enough to share my breakfast with you.”

Though Rahl’s anger was to be expected, it still threw Faramir with it’s ferocity, though this time, despite the pain and threats, Faramir did not lose ground. He’d held his stance firmly despite Rahl’s strength and anger and he’d bit his lip to keep from crying out from the pain in his shoulder. He did not answer, not wanting to press further but he glared at the man wishing he could see the truth in what he’d said. When Rahl released him, Faramir rolled his shoulders, wincing at the pain but not making a sound as he carefully sat down. The chair was straight backed and hard and wasn’t pleasant on Faramir’s backside but… he could live with that… what he did not like was Rahl believing him to be lying. Did the man not think he was desirable? Was it because Faramir had not been from here? He did not know what things this man had done as a ‘dark wizard’ perhaps he truly was a monster in a beautiful body? He supposed it was possible… but would a monster really care about his scars as Faramir had understood Rahl to? He sat, unmoving in the chair for a moment, took a deep, calming breath and reached out to pour whatever juice there was into a glass for first Rahl and then himself before taking a few pieces of fruit, cheese and bread onto his own plate.

By the time Faramir began filling his plate, Rahl was by the window, staring across the fields and garden, watching as the castle servants went about their duties, none ever daring to look towards his window. It irritated him that Faramir had shown no fear and hadn’t betrayed the pain he must have felt when Rahl had manipulated his shoulder, but at the same time, it made him respect the man. He was a contradiction in so many ways that Rahl recognized he could easily become obsessed with him, finding what made him so different from everyone else he knew. He’d taken others from other worlds, of course, but none quite like this Ranger who claimed to have befriended a wizard and have noble blood. “You will accompany me to the library today, in case I want you again before lunch. I have some work to finish up, so I suggest you either learn to stay quiet or prepare for me to spell your tongue to the roof of your mouth until dinnertime.”

Faramir looked up when Rahl finally spoke again, not exactly sure he should verbally answer the man now. He nodded and when Rahl arched an eyebrow at him, he quickly said ‘yes, my lord’ and nothing more. He ate in silence and had to almost bite his tongue from trying to coax Rahl to return and eat. He had even almost offered to fix his plate for him, but pouring his drink was as far as Faramir was going to go for now. He wasn’t going to try too hard since Rahl didn’t even believe he did these things of his own volition and not because of the magic. More than once, Faramir found himself not even touching his food though as he gazed at Rahl’s back. He had broad shoulders and his arms were handsomely muscled and despite the castle seeming dark… the man was well tanned. Faramir would still like to touch that skin with lips, tongue and fingertips but… that was about as likely as him waking up in the next two minutes to discover this was all a bizarre dream.

The room was silent except for the sound of Faramir eating, but Rahl listened very closely, expecting the man to jump up from his chair and leap towards him with another of his ridiculous daggers at any moment. He’d lost his appetite when he realized this slave was like none of the others, and as he gazed across the land he had taken, bought or even killed for, he wondered if he had the time or the patience to take on yet another task such as this brash young man from some whole other world while the Seeker still roamed free and got closer every day; not to mention he still was far from his goals of gaining still more power and killing the wizard who’d murdered his father once and for all. Despite his irritation, however, he felt rested and satiated – he’d slept well that morning and the fucking had been exceptional. With a sigh, he turned toward Faramir again, fingers scraping over his chin and bottom lip, robes whirling wide around his ankles. “I am going to bathe. I will only be in the next room, and I have exceptional hearing. If you try to leave or make a weapon or… or anything else you are forbidden to do, you will pay dearly for it.”

Faramir barely looked up from his plate, thankful that his eyes had dropped back to it when Rahl had suddenly turned to him. He wasn’t sure what might have happened if the man had thought Faramir was staring at him… possibly plotting his demise by his remarks he’d just made. Faramir had to fight the urge to roll his eyes at the paranoia. There had to be reasons for it but still it was somewhat galling when for the most part Faramir had been nothing but complacent and accepting of a situation that he shouldn’t have to accept at all. He wanted to say ‘yes, yes of course… or maybe I should go with you and just drown you and put us both out of our misery.’ Of course, Faramir didn’t really mean that either, he actually, in a strange sort of way, liked the man but he was frustrating beyond even his own patience, which was saying a lot.

Rahl had the distinct impression Faramir wanted to say something, but apparently he had the good sense to keep his mouth shut. To his own surprise, Rahl was almost interested in what it might have been, but quickly pushed that thought aside. Fresh robes that were exactly like the ones he had on, had been laid out on a chair by the large tub in the far corner of the room and he wondered vaguely where he might find clothes to fit Faramir, since he was quite a bit taller than the other slaves and servants that worked in the caste. He was still thinking about that as he warmed the water, stepped into the tub and began lathering himself, not bothering to take the time to sit down. This, washing himself, was something he did alone, so he didn’t have to hide his scars or darken the room to
keep from being seen. His movements were quick and efficient, getting no pleasure from the ritual since, as usual, his mind was on a million other problems, the least of which was the man in the next room.

Faramir sat staring at his food, not really eating so much as pushing it around his plate. He decided he’d best at least attempt to eat or Rahl might actually force him, thinking he is trying to starve himself to death or something. Once he managed to finish what little he’d put on his plate, Faramir stood and went to the window. He looked out and was surprised how very much the scene before him was like his own home. It was beautiful here… surely if Rahl was such a horrible dark wizard this place would look like Mordor and not like the woods along the Anduin? He backed away from the window after a few minutes and sat down on the edge of the bed, a spot decidedly more comfortable on his backside than the chair had been. Some how… some way, he would get home again he hoped and if not, then his second hope would be to at least find some sort of balance with lord Rahl.

As soon as he was finished, Rahl dried himself off, dressed in fresh robes and roughly brushed his wet hair, wincing as he jerked at the small tangles that always formed as he shampooed. He strode into his bedroom, surprised to find Faramir just sitting there, not trying to make a robe out of the sheets as one slave had done (and had been killed for his troubles) or even trying to fashion any sort of weapon. It was a good thing, too, he thought to himself, for he would hate to have to kill this one so quickly. “I have a guard about your size. I will have him bring you some clothes. You are never to walk the castle half dressed as you are now for any reason. If anyone touches you in any manner, you are to tell me so I can punish them at once. And…” His smile was not one of amusement by any stretch of the imagination. “If I chose to, I can pull your thoughts from your head as easily as I can pluck out a single strand of hair. So if you think you can make friends with the other slaves or servants or guards and fuck them and I won’t find out about it… let us just say that that would be very, very unwise. You belong to me for as long as I wish to have you, and you are to be touched by no one else. Ever.”

Faramir had started to say that he knew better than to traipse around in nothing but a tunic but the words about plucking his thoughts from his head made him blanch. He didn’t like that idea at all, especially considering what he’d been thinking just before Rahl left the room. He tried not to show any reaction though and nodded. “Yes, my lord,” he answered obediently, the only thing he felt safe to say now. He glanced over and almost found himself smiling when he saw bare toes peeking from beneath the long robe that Rahl wore. He seemed so… overwhelming sometimes with his short temper and his magic but for some reason Faramir found the sight of bare toes endearing about the man.

Lord Rahl nodded and unlocked his bedroom door again. His most trusted guard stood there as usual and Rahl ordered him to go get clothes from one of the guards posted outside of the pleasure slaves’ quarters. As the guard left, Rahl methodically spelled each lock closed once more and turned to face his companion. “You will be eating all your meals with me. If there is something you particularly like or don’t like, you may send word to the cooks. I find no pleasure in starving my pleasure slaves. Also, a taster tastes everything before we touch it, in case someone tries to poison me, so you should have no qualms about eating. No magic but my own works within this castle, so you will be safe even if you are seen with me, if that is what you are looking so serious about.”

“No… that was not why. I… you said I have too many questions but I do have one that you are free not to answer if you like but… do so many wish you harm? I… I do not understand. When I looked out the window this place is… it is beautiful… the place where the dark lord is where I am from is desolate, no trees, no… life. The place is inhabited by monsters, trolls and orcs. The woods of Mirkwood are overrun with giant venomous spiders… that is what evil is in my world… you… and even this place… I just cannot see the evil I suppose,” Faramir said trying desperately to understand.

Rahl’s face softened for a moment at Faramir’s description of his world and he told himself he’d done the man a favor by taking him from it. It was no surprise he couldn’t see evil in this land, for it was beautiful, just as he’d said – rolling green hills, lush forests and gardens filled with fruits and vegetables and flowers. Even his castle was elegantly furnished with gold and velvet, precious artifacts and gems placed around every corner, though few real ‘visitors’ had ever called in Rahl’s lifetime. “I suppose… everyone has his own definition of evil,” he said quietly, walking over to stand before Faramir and clasping his hands behind his back. “There are many who wish me dead, who do not see that I am a peaceful man, a man who wants nothing more than one united land, free of all other wizards who go around throwing balls of fire and anointing killers to remove nobility from their thrones. I seek only happiness for my people, but some… some do not understand that. They wish me dead only because they are greedy and want all that I have, even the powers I was born with. So yes, Faramir…” Rahl rested a hand on Faramir’s shoulder, trying to prove his point, and took away the pain that he himself had caused only hours before. “The answer to your question is that yes… many, many want me dead.”

Faramir was looking up at Rahl and was startled and grateful when the pain in his shoulder went away. He understood for the most part. Greed is what threw his world into turmoil after all. “Greed, is what caused the downfall of the king in our world… his own greed made him careless… and that is why there is a steward to guide and protect the city, but no king,” Faramir said softly.

A finger trailed up from Faramir’s shoulder, tracing over his neck, then his jaw, Rahl’s dark blue eyes following right along behind it. “Then you understand more than most.” His hand rested on the side of Faramir’s face and he was surprised at how Faramir carefully kept his face free of fear. “You see why I cannot afford to be careless. And I will protect you as well. If anyone hurts you, it will be me, and I promise – unless it is a punishment, you will thoroughly enjoy it.”

The serious look disappeared from Faramir’s face to be replaced with a smile. He was afraid to say what was on his mind, which was that he really did enjoy it but last time he’d said something like that it had caused issues between them. Thankfully he was saved from having any sort of response by a knock at the door. It fascinated him every time Rahl waved his hand at the door and all those locks clicked away one by one in rapid succession. He’d been exposed to magic before but never this much and it really was intriguing to see. The guard had brought clothing for him and Faramir stood then, expecting Rahl to want him to dress so he could attend him in the library as planned. “Thank you, my lord,” Faramir offered as he took the robe of a similar style to Rahl’s but in a deep rich green without any decorative designs though still looking quite elegant.

Uncertain as to exactly what the look on Faramir’s face meant, Rahl decided it didn’t really matter and quickly turned away. Even though they were only waiting for Faramir to dress, Rahl locked each lock again as soon as the guard left. “Dress quickly, Faramir. I am a busy man, and we need to stop by and let you be measured for more clothes.”

“Yes, my lord,” Faramir said, quickly stripping off his tunic and covering himself with the robe he was given. The material wasn’t as fine as Rahl’s but it was soft against his skin. He noted that his skin had already bruised around his hips as he was prone to do. He tried to work his hair back from his face and make himself as presentable as possible. He looked up at the dark haired man, not wanting to keep him waiting any longer. Rahl again unlocked the door and Faramir wondered again at that. Yes, he may be a target but surely he was just being a bit paranoid? Though, Faramir knew better than to voice that thought, Rahl didn’t seem the type to take any criticism well… not even teasing. He followed his new ‘master’ out the door, barely remembering much of the castle from the night before. His mind had been fogged by lust and the magic Rahl had used, but now he took the time to take in everything as they walked.

The castle was large, and it took them several minutes to reach the room where several servants worked around the clock cleaning and doing laundry. The room was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop as soon as Rahl walked in the door. He turned, took Faramir by the arm and propelled him forward into the room. “You…” He pointed to a sandy-haired older man in the corner of the room and the man instantly leapt to his feet and approached the pair. “He needs clothes. He will be eating his meals with me, and for the time being at least, will be accompanying me to all parts of the castle and to any meetings that require my being away over night. He’s only a slave, so nothing fancy, but for now, he is my favored one, so make him presentable.” Only then did he release Faramir’s arm. “Measure him, but don’t touch him. No one touches him but me.”

Faramir wasn’t pleased with the way Rahl just yanked him forward into the room, but he didn’t fight, nor protest. He knew if he did anything in front of others to make the man lose face he would pay for it. He knew how his father was about such things and he at least knew what to avoid if he could, it was perhaps the first time in his life he’d ever been thankful for how hard his father was on him and others. That alone would make his life here easier he supposed. He did not lower his head but he did not look directly at the tailor or whomever he was. Faramir knew better than that. He remained silent while the servant collected the things he would need to measure with. When they were finished, the servant said clothing would be ready for him by the next morning.

Rahl turned and strode out of the room, knowing Faramir would follow. When they reached the library, he waited for his personal guard who had been following at a distance, to take his station outside the library door, then engaged the locks. As soon as he was behind his desk, he picked up a quill – one that used regular ink, not blood – and began making notes on his new acquisition. In case he decided to sell Faramir, or someone stole him, he needed to figure the length he’d owned him and keep track of how much wear he’d suffered. By the time he signed off on the first page and moved on to the second he’d long since forgotten he wasn’t alone.

Faramir did in fact follow just behind, Rahl as properly as he could manage. Since he was slightly taller he made sure to tip his head down in deference even if there was no one to see them. Once inside the library, Faramir tried to remain silent as Rahl had asked him that morning, and once he realized his master had given him no particular directions, Faramir was drawn to the books. He looked for anything that he might be able to understand as he looked at the spines and did find a few books written in Westron. He selected one he’d never seen before but had seen referenced in another book he’d read and settled carefully on a small settee to read while his master worked. His backside was still quite sore but it wasn’t intolerable.

Startling slightly when he heard Faramir sit down, Rahl’s hand froze mid sentence and his gaze settled on the other man. No one else would have dared be so bold as to help themselves to his books, but then again it was better than being stared at all day. Still, it wasn’t in his nature to let anything go, even if there was no reason for it. “Well, please… make yourself at home by all means,” he said sarcastically, though even he didn’t notice that the corners of his mouth twitched up a just bit.

“Thank you, my lord,” Faramir said, ignoring the sarcasm in the man’s voice. He hadn’t thought to ask but then Rahl had told him to be silent so he just figured this was best. “You’ve a wonderful collection and I was surprised when I saw this book written in my native tongue…” Faramir said hoping that would help to excuse his actions a bit.

Rahl waved his hand dismissively in Faramir’s direction. He had never even thought to ask if Faramir could read or not – in fact, he’d never asked any of his slaves that, not really caring one way or the other. As he saw which book Faramir had, however, his eyes widened in surprise. “That book you have, was my father’s,” he said, standing up and crossing the room to look over Faramir’s shoulder. He didn’t get too close, however, too busy and too distracted to bother with putting another spell on the man. “I was hooked by the end of the first chapter, and to this day, it is my favorite in this entire library.”

Faramir looked up, startled when Rahl crossed the room so quickly. He worried that he’d selected the one book that was going to get him beaten or something. When the other man leaned over him though, he wasn’t angry, only curious and surprised. “I have read another by this same writer… in my world. It… it seems strange doesn’t it? How I have a book in this world and you have one in this one written by the same author?” Faramir asked looking up into Rahl’s blue eyes. They really were stunning and Faramir found himself lost in them for a moment.

Rahl’s eyes widened and he reached over Faramir’s shoulder to run his fingers over the words in the book. “In this world, he – the author – was killed before he could write anything else,” he said thoughtfully, leaving out the part where his men had actually been the one to kill him when they’d razed an entire village for harboring the Seeker. “Perhaps our worlds aren’t so different after all.” Being this close to Faramir was already making his skin tingle, and he abruptly realized he was being nice. His wistful smile was erased at once and he decided to remedy that little oversight by tormenting Faramir just a bit. A few steps took him around the settee to sit next to long, strong legs, and, after a slightly toned down version of his lust spell, he ran his hand beneath Faramir’s robe and squeezed the inside of his thighs. “You may read whatever you like, but nothing is free, Faramir. Remember that.”

Faramir was surprised that the author was killed and even more surprised when Rahl moved to sit beside him, a spell tingling over his body that he had begun to recognize though it wasn’t nearly as powerful as those used before. He gasped when a warm hand skimmed beneath his robe and squeezed his still sore thighs. “No, I did not expect anything to be free, my lord,” Faramir answered obediently. He wasn’t sure what was expected of him now… any commands he would follow… even without the spell he wasn’t stupid enough to put his life in danger for pride or a little pain. “Do you wish for me to pleasure you with my hands, or mouth or body, my lord?”

“Just lie there for the moment,” Rahl said, a slow smile touching his lips again. He pushed the robe up, exposing Faramir fully, and wrapped his fingers around the half-hard flesh between the man’s legs. “I think I will not be wanting again until at least lunchtime, but you… I want you to be even more desperate for it than normal when I do allow you your release.” He worked Faramir’s cock methodically, pausing every now and then to press this thumbnail in the slit at the end, milking a few drops of precome when he squeezed just right. “Keep your hands on the book, Faramir, and don’t move. I have something very specific in mind for you.”

Faramir moaned when Rahl’s hand wrapped around him and he curled his fingers more tightly around the book, trying his best not to drop it or to damage it as the dark haired man began to work the hardening flesh. His hips wanted to move, to thrust into the touch but he bit his lip hard and concentrated on doing what his master had asked of him. It wasn’t easy and within moments, Faramir was almost panting and his body wanted to move so badly he ached.

Watching raptly as Faramir hardened under his ministrations, Rahl stopped only when he sensed the man might be close to coming. A heartbeat later, a thick leather ring was in his hand and carefully being wrapped around the base of Faramir’s cock and balls and fastened, pulling them away from his body and squeezing so tightly there was no way for him to find his release or for the blood that caused his flesh to swell to flow back into his body. He was painfully hard and Rahl planned for him to stay that way. He deepened his spell just a bit so he didn’t have to see the horror (or fear) in Faramir’s eyes and pushed the book aside as he leaned forward and sealed their lips together. Combined with the spell, kisses, to a man who liked them anyway, could only serve to make the situation more painful, though not necessarily in a bad way. A certain amount of pain, Rahl thought, was the most erotic sight in the world; to be the one to deal out that pain, the most erotic.

It took little time at all for Faramir’s natural attraction to Rahl combined with the spell to bring him close to the edge. Before he could even groan in frustration when Rahl released him, soon a thick leather binding was placed on him and he whimpered, not entirely in pain but also in frustration. Despite the fact that it made him even harder, Faramir returned the passion in Rahl’s kiss. His body was already screaming for release, tension low in his stomach coiled with nowhere to go and it made his cock throb in the binding. Gods, the ache was one that Faramir could live with but hopefully only until lunchtime as Rahl promised. He was breathless when Rahl pulled away and found himself trying desperately not to writhe in his seat.

Rahl let his thumb trail over Faramir’s swollen and glistening bottom lip. “You are so wonderfully responsive to even my smallest spells,” he said softly. His hand trailed down over Faramir’s robe until it reached bare skin, where short nails scratched tiny red lines over his stomach. He was nearly as hard as Faramir. It seemed his lust for the man wasn’t going anywhere soon, which surprised him, as he normally lost interest after only a few times with a lover. A cold smile replaced his nearly kind one as he stood and tugged Faramir’s robe back down to cover his arousal. “Don’t touch yourself and enjoy your book. I have work to do but I’ll be watching you, Faramir. Always watching.”

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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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